Hey everyone, I want to write some IR stories. Anyone have any fantasies that they would like me to write about? Or just any ideas in general? Let me know and I'll post them here.
Want to write stories.
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Look forward to reading them. Some concepts for you: neighbourhood black teen takes married white wife after beinge ncoaurged by husband and tehn impregnated by the teen; white wife being hit on by co-worker and is resistant but hubby encoaurges her with the resulting cuckolding occuring
Here are two ideas I'd love to read about!
I love the Black Man/White Woman theme in terms of "family values".
A favorite fantasy of mine has a bold young black man "scoring" with a young white woman. When she introduces him to her family as her "boyfriend", he meets her younger sister and "hot wife" mom. He influences his younger brother to make the younger sister his "girlfriend" and his ******* to become the lover of the white mom! I wonder what the white dad would think of his wife and daughters being fucked to frazzles by black dad and sons!
Another fantasy, more related to the cuckold theme, is about an aggressive, sexually insatiable black man who becomes the lover of several married white women. The women's husbands meekly support their wives' relationships with the ever-horny black guy. He so enjoys constantly banging the white women and leading them and their husbands around by the nose that he encourages his brother (or brothers!) to acquire their own "harems" of married white women, assisted by cheerful "wuss" husbands!
Either of these could become series of stories as the IR "networks" grow.
I love the Black Man/White Woman theme in terms of "family values".
A favorite fantasy of mine has a bold young black man "scoring" with a young white woman. When she introduces him to her family as her "boyfriend", he meets her younger sister and "hot wife" mom. He influences his younger brother to make the younger sister his "girlfriend" and his ******* to become the lover of the white mom! I wonder what the white dad would think of his wife and daughters being fucked to frazzles by black dad and sons!
Another fantasy, more related to the cuckold theme, is about an aggressive, sexually insatiable black man who becomes the lover of several married white women. The women's husbands meekly support their wives' relationships with the ever-horny black guy. He so enjoys constantly banging the white women and leading them and their husbands around by the nose that he encourages his brother (or brothers!) to acquire their own "harems" of married white women, assisted by cheerful "wuss" husbands!
Either of these could become series of stories as the IR "networks" grow.
Have one story I'm writing right now! Can't wait to post it and hear what you all think.
It was still before lunch and we’d already finished a shoot in San Francisco, my flight back to LA was not until 8:55 so I was stuck for a while. Joy, one of the girls I knew (we use my fianc? agency and had worked together before) asked if I wanted to stay at her place ‘till my flight. That’s how I found myself naked and dozing on a patio overlooking the rocky Pacific coastline. We emptied a bottle of chardonnay, talked about the shoot, the lingerie we were modeling, the crew, my imminent marriage, her current boyfriends (multiple) and of course, sex (on which I admit to be naive). The wine and my almost sleepless night in the hotel had caught up with me (I can never sleep in a strange bed) so I dozed in the sun.
Slightly tipsy, half asleep and half awake I dreamt voices, "Sssooo fine", another voice "nice tits, nice body" another voice "hmmm yad crawl a mile on broken glass to eat her *******" laughter then the first voice again "fuck *******, I gonna fuck that bitches ass". That’s when I opened my eyes,
Joy was sitting, still naked and unselfconsciously chatting to three black men. They were looking at me, ogling my naked body with lecherous grins on their faces. I died of embarrassment, I glanced around for something to cover myself with and made a grab for a towel but one of the men was too quick and trapped it with his foot so it slipped through my fingers. He said "No need to cover such a fine bod babe, we’z only lookin’, seen it before lotsa times on the net". Probably true, as a model specializing in lingerie my picture is all over the Internet. But standing in front of a camera almost undressed and with a professional crew is a lot different than lying naked in front of a group of foul mouthed black men.
One said "If it make ya feel better" he slipped his T-shirt over his head then stepped out of his shorts, his friends followed his lead. I tried to avert my eyes but my gaze was drawn to magnificently sculpted bodies, I stared openly at the three naked men. Joy went to open another bottle and left the patio. They let me look while they looked at me, my eyes dropping from their muscled chests to their slim waists and lower and then I was really shocked. All three were flaccid or semi flaccid and all three were much bigger that my fianc?when he’s hard. Guilt flooded me, I was staring at three naked men and comparing their penises to the man I was marrying in 2 days time and my fianc?just didn’t cut it. It really was an involuntary action but my legs parted ever so slightly, the three men saw it happen and grinned even more. Joy came back with 2 bottles of wine and some more glasses, she poured and introduce Nasir, William and James, Nasir came and sat at by me on my patio chair, it felt so wicked to have naked male flesh pressing against me. James sat alongside Joy, Will was leaning against a rock. We drank, we socialized as though at a party and all thoughts of our nakedness were forgotten.
Joy mentioned I was to be married on Saturday, they asked what my future husband was like, pretty soon the talk turned dirty and they asked what he was like in bed. I did not want to answer but Joy described him. "He lays on top of you and slobbers all over your tits while he wiggles his tiny worm about inside you, when he cums he falls quiet just lying on top then rolls off to go to sleep with no thought for your pleasure".
Well that’s what sex is… isn’t it… Oh horror, slowly it dawned on me she’s known him, she’s had sex with my fianc? I asked, she admitted that about 4 months ago she’d slept with him and it won’t happen again because he was useless. She told me that he tries it on with all the girls, sometimes he gets lucky, most times not, they know he’s a terrible lover.
I was hurt, I thought about it and understood that it’s not Joys fault but my fianc?, I like him, I love him, I’m going to marry him but if he can play around then maybe I can. Up to now I’d stayed 100% faithful to him, in fact he’s the only man I’ve ever had full sex with and he does this to me, I’ll show him.
Nas brought an arm up around my shoulder and I released he was stroking my hip with a finger. I was already upset and simmering with consternation, my anger flared, I turned to him to let fly then realized he was making me feel naughty, a warm liquid feeling between my legs and I wanted revenge. Again I felt a wave of guilt but it was washed away by the warmth between my legs. I ****** myself to calm down, I was beginning to feel like I’ve never felt before, naughty, good, dirty, excited, trashy and more than anything I wanted payback, I wanted his big black dick inside me. I spread my legs a little, he looked at me and I gave a slight nod then his hand edged towards my sex.
He gently began to ease my lips apart, he slipped a finger into me, I gasped. Will took an interest and sauntered over to us, he looked at what Nas was doing to my pussy then strolled up beside me. His dick was hardening and beginning to stand out. He knelt beside me with a hand on each shoulder then came right down and kissed me. It was a long, deep and passionate kiss with tongues licking. His hand found one of my breasts and he began to massage it, he stroked the nipple and it began to harden then his mouth went down and he sucked the nipple. My left nipple was hard and erect and tingling when he moved over to my right breast and started increasing my pleasure by working there. I reached and touched his hard black shaft, it was hard, warm and silky as I stroked his whole lenght. Nas had turned round and had several fingers inside me, gently pushing in to the knuckles then pulling out, his face was on my stomach his tongue flicking at my clitoris.
The pleasurable sensations from my pussy stopped, he’d pulled his hand out and moved his tongue away as he stood up. He knelt between my legs at the end of the patio chair, leaned forward and pushed his tongue where his fingers had just been. He wiggled and flicked his tongue inside me, licked my labia and clitoris then worked back down to my vagina. Pretty soon I was right on the edge of orgasm and he pulled away and began to kiss my thighs and stomach and the tension in my clitoris waned. Then he had his tongue back inside me and as he moved up to my clitoris he pushed some fingers back inside me and worked them, spreading his fingers and my vagina as he licked and sucked my clitoris. He’d brought me right to the edge four or five times, how did he know, he was driving me crazy with pleasure and frustration, "God let me fucking cum" I heard myself yell. I was ashamed of my language, I don’t swear very often and I never blaspheme, swearing in American is so limited, try Russian or Danish if you really want to let you feelings known.
Will was still causing devastation at my breasts as each of my legs was spread on either side of the patio char. At last, now he’s going to fuck me I thought as I felt him move up. He began to slide the tip of his dick into me, easing my lips apart with a little pressure and his girth filled me he pushed in a little more, the tearing pain hit me as he opened me wider to accept his thick shaft. I gasped, he’s ripping me apart and the more he pushed the more it hurt. I struggled but Will was more or less holding me immobile so I couldn’t struggle against the pain, my legs came up and he slid right into me. The pain went in a flash of *******, is this what a real man feels like, I was full, the sensation was exhilarating, my fianc?had never even come close. He eased out with a sigh then pushed back into me. I locked my legs around his waist and held him deep within me. It was bliss until he said, "fuck that" he reached and grabbed my ankles and pushed them right up. Will got out of the way as Nas pushed my legs up so my feet were each side of my head.
"Im gonna fuck you sooo fucking hard bitch yooo gonna scream" he pulled almost out of me then rammed back in, I yelped as he bottomed, the pain was unbearable, like a kick in the stomach from inside, he thumped against my cervix. "Yah, scream on that black man dick bitch" he powered into me again, slap, yelp. When he pulled back it felt like he was dragging my insides out with him. Again, slap, yelp, pull, slap, pull, slap as his balls swung against my ass and my vagina stretched to fit his enormous size.
Oh my, such sensations, pleasure I’ve not known, the feel of that thick black shaft powering into me. I exploded, I already said that don’t like to swear but I am sure I yelled "Lede s?knep mig ohhhh fuuuuucccckkkk", as I came. I’ve never come so hard before, I felt my vagina flood and it just kept happening, I came again and again, "ohhh yessss, fuck meeeee knepppp miiiigg" each time more powerful than the last and only seconds apart. Nas was taking me to heaven and he just kept on thrusting his dick into my quivering vagina.
The chain of orgasms eased, I was panting, gasping for breath, my pussy was stretched and tingling and I felt elation throughout my body. Then it struck me, I’m getting married on Saturday and my fianc?has always used condoms, we’d timed the wedding so I would be ovulating hoping that I would get pregnant on our wedding night only 2 days away. I was not sure if he was wearing a condom, I never saw him putting one on, I panicked "No... Pull it out, pull it out, don’t come please" I pleaded with Nas as I tried to push him away. "Fuck that bitch I’m gonna fill your cunt with black baby juice".
He held me down against my struggles. My feet pushed against his shoulders, his muscular arms wrapped around my legs, he clutched both my flailing hands in one of his hands and slapped my face hard with his other hand. "Shut the fuck up bitch" he hissed at me "I’m not fuckin’ stoppin’ now". The strange thing is this violence excited me so much I came again. How I wanted him, I stopped struggling and tried to pull him deeper into me. He rammed into me hard and said "See ya fuckin’ want me, you want ma black man cum right up ya white bitch pussy". I did, I really wanted him to cum inside me, I’ve never felt so hot and wicked before, new passion was discovered, aroused and awakened, what had this black man done to me, all I wanted was for him to keep fucking me hard until he came.
He moaned, his eyes rolled back in his head and he kept roughly thrusting into me. Then he pushed really hard, his pelvis grinding into mine and his back arched as he ****** the full length of that thick black penis into me. He let out a long low "ahhhhhhhh" and I came again as I felt his penis pulse as his hot semen exploded into me.
He stayed like that for ages, rigid, deep inside me, his penis twitched now and again and each time it twitched he let out a little moan. Then he let go of my ankles and dropped onto me. He rested with his head in the crook of my neck and again I felt another twinge of guilt as he reminded me of my fianc?after he’d finished - although getting to that point was a totally different experience. Occasionally his dick twitched inside me and he moaned. Gently he kissed the spot on my face where he had slapped me. He began to pull out and I thought he would but even semi flaccid he still wanted to fuck. Slowly and gently he slid his softening but still thick shaft and fucked me accompanied by a loud squelching noise, I was very aware of that noise and certain it meant trouble.
As his thick black shaft moved within me my mind was in turmoil, I’m getting married on Saturday to a man I love dearly but who had cheated on me, probably more than once. As revenge I’m having sex with a man I met less than an hour ago and I feel so excited, so alive and so wanton, it’s the best sex I ever had and I may be pregnant by him. My body was/is in ******* never before in my life had I felt so much pleasure. The sensations this crude black male had awoken in me, his rough, even violent sex was a revaluation. That a big, thick penis can make so much difference to the joy of sex had me thinking that I’d been cheated and now found the truth.
I was awoken from my reverie by a shaking. Nas was being shaken and pulled away from me, I tried to cling on to him to keep him inside me but Will was pulling him off and was insistent, "Give someone else a poke" he said.
I didn’t want another man to fuck me. I wanted to spend my entire life with Nas deep inside me, being fucked by Nas. I was damn certain I was not being turned into ‘din omvandrende madras’ (*******), ‘en luder’ (a whore) by having ‘bunkepul’ (gangbang) sex with multiple men. Nas pulled out and slipped over the side of the patio chair, still kissing me, still stroking my breasts. I felt fingers probing my sloppy pussy and a hard, erect penis pressing into my thigh I melted. Of course I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him deep inside me, I wanted him to cum inside me, and to mix his semen with the semen already planted there. I wanted James too. I wanted to be fucked and fucked until I could take no more then I wanted to be fucked again.
Will stood and pulled me up then lay down on the chair, with one hand he held his long dick, with his other hand he guided me to straddle him. He was quite a bit longer than Nas but not as thick. He pulled me down onto him and he entered easily. He held my waist and ****** me up and down him a few times then pulled me right down so his whole length was inside me. That last couple of inches was agony, The head of his dick banged against my cervix and rubbed against it as he went oh so deep into me. He lifted me then pulled me back down again, I cried out oh it hurt, just the last inch or so was *******. Tears streamed down my face as he held himself deep inside me for a few seconds, He lifted me and pulled me down again, the pain was not as bad this time, I merely sobbed. Before long I was riding him, as I dropped onto him he bucked up into me. After only a few minutes he pulled me down hard onto him and I felt him cum. My pussy was already wide and sloppy from Nas, that girth had opened me so Wills semen tricked out between his long dick and my vagina walls. I could feel it running out of me, tickling as it flowed. He pulled me forward onto him then he began long, slow even strokes. "Baby" he said "That just ta release da pressure now Is gonna fuck you good" and I wanted him to fuck me so much.
I was kissing Will when rough hands jerked my head up. Nas was standing just beyond Wills head and holding his thick black dick in his hand. "Suck this black man dick" he commanded me and pushed himself towards my mouth. I was frightened, I’ve never done it before. I’ve never made love with 2 men before so I guess anything new is worth trying. As Will was thrusting up into me I took Nas’s thick member between my lips. The first thing that struck me was the musky smell, not unpleasant, in fact mildly erotic. The tip of his dick was between my lips and I thought I was doing well when he grabbed the back of my head and thrust himself forward into my mouth. "Don’t fucking kiss it, suck it bitch". I started to suck, I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft, I poked the hole in the tip with my tongue and he began to swell in my mouth forsing my jaw painfully wide as he hardened.
Will was still fucking me and I felt something rubbing against me from behind. I wanted to look back but Nas kept forsing himself into my throat. As I was gagging on his dick I felt an intensely excruciating pain in my rectum. Someone, James had thrust his penis right into my ass without warning. I screamed, and tried to pull away, he laughed as Nas and Will held me still for him.
Nas pulled my hair and ****** his penis back into my mouth and began what was in effect to fuck my mouth, the tip of his penis banging against my throat, I gagged and he pulled back for a second then thrust it back in. At the same time James was ass fucking me, the pain soon subsided and I was getting used to the sensation, something else I’d never done before and never even thought of doing. Will was still deep in my vagina allowing James thrusts into my ass to push me up and down his dick.
Only a few minutes ago I thought I was not going to be turned into a slut and now I have three black men inside me. It’s amazing that you don’t know what you are missing until you try it and I’ve missed so much in my life.
Movement attracted my eye across the patio and that’s when I got really worried, Joy had a video camera and was filming me getting fucked by three black men. She smiled. She wouldn’t, surely she wouldn’t post it on the internet, I’ve known her for less than 6 months I really know nothing about her, she set all this up, I bet she would… That’s when I began to cum again, was it fear that made me cum this way or excitement. I don’t know but I do know that Will began thrusting opposite to James, as James pulled out Will thrust in, as James pushed into my ass Will pulled out. I was going wild, I pulled Nas’s dick deep into my throat until I gagged, pulled back then tried to swallow him, he moaned. I sucked hard on his thick shaft, I stroked the tip with my tongue, I swirled my tongue around the tip then ****** him back into my throat. As Will started cumming into me again Nas’s dick began to twitch. He pulled out of my mouth and exploded semen into my face, I wanted it inside me, I wanted to taste him, I caught his dick and slipped it back into my mouth just as the last couple of spurts shot. Another first, I’d tasted a mans semen, I swallowed. I wiped the drips from my face and licked them from my fingers, some had dripped onto Wills face I dropped down and licked them too. Nas seemed to be very impressed with this.
Will was spent but still semi hard inside me. Nas went to sit by Joy and James kept up his relentless thrusting in my ass, before long he came too unloading a mass of hot semen.
Over 2 hours had flown by and I needed to head to the airport. I was a mess with semen in my hair and flooding from my vagina and ass, my inner thighs were glistening and I just didn’t have time to shower. I wiped myself down with the towel and started dressing, I’d just have to take the plane smelling like ‘det gl?spigen’ I am.
I asked Joy to phone for a cab for me. She looked at Nas then back to me and said. "We’re going out to a club in an hour or so, you want to phone the airline and change to a flight tomorrow, you can stay here". I hmmm’d a bit, "No I really can’t, I need to be back in LA to get ready for the wedding". "Okay" she said, "It’s only your last moment of freedom, I guess you can make up for it after you’re married".
That decided me. I phoned the airline. I phoned my fianc?
Then I was fucked in the cunt, ass and mouth by 3 black men again and again until I could take no more, and then I was fucked again before we went out to a club...
Part 2
On the morning of my wedding I awoke with a new and strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yesterday my stomach felt a bit weird when I woke at Joys house but I was the filling in a man sandwich then so I’d assumed it was just excitement. Now I’m home and I’m getting married in a few of hours so I had the butterflies for sure but the sensation that was concerning me was lower in my stomach. So, not butterflies then.
My mind went back to Thursday and Friday, it started after a photo shoot in San Francisco as I was idling the afternoon away with my friend and downing a bottle or two of wine. That restful afternoon progressed to unprotected sex with three black men and I discovered that I enjoyed what was happening to me.
Later we went out to a club and by the time it closed in the early hours of the following morning I could add another eight to the total men I’d had sex with. I’d even taken part in a gang bang on the stage in front of a couple of hundred people, most unusual for a shy twenty two years old girl who was considered prudish and had only ever had full penetrative and protected sex with one person before.
So I’d had my revenge on my cheating fianc?with eleven black men bringing the total number of men who’d penetrated me to twelve. My fianc?had always used a condom when we made love and we’d set the date of our wedding so that I’d be at my most fertile. Admittedly one of the men did use a condom but all that meant was that I had taken the seed of ten people, some of them multiple times into my receptive vagina.
I lay in bed taking stock of what I’d done and thinking wicked and warming thoughts. One second Nas was pushing his thick dick into me and was being nasty the next I was kneeling on an old settee on a stage with one man in my vagina, one in my mouth and my hand grasping another. The spotlights were bright but I could just see the faces of the crowd shouting encouraging abuse.
I soon became hot and damp and my thighs quivered as they opened and I slid my fingers between my legs. My stomach was even now making it’s presence felt and truly I’d never had a sensation like this before. On the morning of my wedding with two fingers probing my vagina I was certain that I was to bare the baby of a stranger.
My mind would not let go of my recent trip to San Francisco and even getting ready for my wedding was taking second place as I dressed for that momentous moment. I guess I shouldn’t have refused my mom and sister permission to help me get ready, perhaps their constant jabbering would help distract me but I knew that there was much for them to prepare and to be truthful I really wanted the time alone.
My thoughts turned to my fianc? I needed to explain to him what I’d done before the ceremony and it had to be face to face because I just couldn’t tell him on the phone. This was stymied because his parents were being very strict on etiquette so we were not allowed to see each other before the ceremony. By the time I’d arrived back in L.A. last night he was out with his friends doing the clubs (and possibly other things) and I just couldn’t disturb his stag night.
Now I was ready and I scanned myself in the mirror, beautiful, there was no sign that I’d been an absolute whore for the previous couple of days. I felt so guilty that I’d had sex with other men and so exhilarated as that pleasant moistness warmed through me again. Cynically I was dressed all in white and the deceit fortified me against my fianc? cheating. I looked again in the mirror and what I saw was a demure, shy, virginal vision, my pale blue bra, panties and suspenders couldn’t be seen.
A knock at the door surprised me, I opened it and standing before me was Nas. Immediately my vagina flooded, I needed to feel him inside me again, he grinned and wished me the best as I dragged him into my lounge. Next thing I knew I was lying on a chair with my ankles on the shoulders of the man kneeling between my legs, his beautiful thick dick fucking me hard. Except for my panties I was still fully dressed, so was he with just the fly of his trousers open and his thick dick poking through and ramming into me.
Timing was critical and I was a couple of minutes late so there was no time even to clean up as I ushered him from my apartment. I could see that the front of his beige trousers showed damp with my juice and I could feel his semen begin to dribble from me. Downstairs a limo waited for me, my ******* nervously sitting inside. Nas climbed in beside me and whispered crudities in my ear while my ******* sat opposite scowling at his damp patch.
Within twenty minutes I stood in the chapel with my future husband by my side and another mans semen dripping from my vagina. I knew I’d leaked in the car and the back of my pretty white dress must be crumpled, damp and darkly stained with the semen that had dribbled from me. I knew family and friends sitting behind could see the dampness, many of them had seen me arrive with Nas and I felt so excited. During our vows I happened to glance Nas sitting in the pews holding my pale blue panties to his nose and I thought of the exquisite sex we’d just had and of his semen inside me as I stumbled on the words “…to be my lawful wedded husband”.
Toward the end of the reception it was my grandmother who mentioned it. She could speak little English so her Danish masked her words from those around us. She told me she could smell me on that black man she’d just been talking to. She yanked me towards her then told me that she could smell him on me too, two and two adds up to you lying together. I told her of the last couple of days and she asked searching questions of my fidelity, questions that I was not able to answer at that moment, questions that left me stuttering and staring with my mouth open. Then she totally stunned me as she said. “Don’t look so shocked, I spent much of my life in Africa. You have an uncle there, my ******* lives with his ******* in Mozambique so I know exactly how you feel when you see a handsome and well endowed black stud. I’ve just seen you married but I’ll ask you if you want me to distract Ray for half an hour”.
Ray is my husband and he was distracted while I had sex with Nas for the second time that day. We sneaked out to the back alley and with me leaning against a grimy wall he pumped his semen into me again.
Soon afterwards my husband and I made our farewells to our guests, we entered our room and as he held me to him he slipped his hand between my legs. “No panties” he said, “You are my naughty angel”.
Then as his finger easily slipped between my wet and puffy lips he continued “and you are so wet for me”.
This was it, the first time we’d been alone for days and this was the moment of truth, frighteningly late and obviously the wrong time but we’d not consummated our union yet so it had to be now. I told him I was so wet because that wetness was another mans semen. I told him about my time in S.F. and I told him that I believed that I was pregnant with a black mans baby.
He pushed me away and screamed that I was a tramp, a slut, a dirty whore. That’s when I told him that I knew about the women he had bedded and if he was going to continue then so was I. He insisted that it’s different for men, that it’s ok for men to sleep around but not for women, especially betrothed women. He wouldn’t accept that his standards should apply to me too, that if he can sleep around then so can I. I asked him where the women came from that he had sex with, that his standards counted these women as women and that they should not sleep around.
We eventually came to an agreement that meant we would not be applying for a divorced in the morning and as dawn broke we finally consummated our marriage and for the first time he didn’t use a condom with me. It was extremely strange because during our lovemaking we quietly discussed our previous lovers, he had many while I could only talk about the last couple of days. We were joined as one and stared in each other’s eyes as I spoke about the intensity of the last couple of days.
His lovemaking was different, better, he was trying to satisfy me, to prove himself to me. The fact that I was very wet and slack and obviously he was having “sloppy seconds” excited him, he really enjoyed the feeling of my used and wet vagina. For me it better than he is usually but still not particularly good, and now I know what good really was. I told him that I would have to teach him how my lovers fucked me and I knew I would enjoy that.
It was not until several months later that I discovered that the whole thing was a set up. Joy was very experienced but had had very uneventful sex with my fianc?and she wanted me to know what he was really like, what he’d been doing behind my back and for me to experience good sex before I married. She succeeded wildly, now I think you would call me a hot wife but I call myself a slut. I fuck my black friends often and sometimes my husband joins us. He sometimes attracts a new girl to his bed and I have been known to join in with him, as have my lovers to make a very interesting night.
I realise that the man I married is so very special, he never complains at my sexual adventures and I don’t complain of his. He’ll never make a real stud but his lovemaking is much improved, now he is so much more attentive and not as focussed on his own needs and he likes nothing better than very sloppy seconds, thirds or fourths. He’s grateful for my teachings because he gets more from sex than he ever got before. But I think what makes him so very special is the undying love he gives to my twins, twins that he obviously has not fathered.
Slightly tipsy, half asleep and half awake I dreamt voices, "Sssooo fine", another voice "nice tits, nice body" another voice "hmmm yad crawl a mile on broken glass to eat her *******" laughter then the first voice again "fuck *******, I gonna fuck that bitches ass". That’s when I opened my eyes,
Joy was sitting, still naked and unselfconsciously chatting to three black men. They were looking at me, ogling my naked body with lecherous grins on their faces. I died of embarrassment, I glanced around for something to cover myself with and made a grab for a towel but one of the men was too quick and trapped it with his foot so it slipped through my fingers. He said "No need to cover such a fine bod babe, we’z only lookin’, seen it before lotsa times on the net". Probably true, as a model specializing in lingerie my picture is all over the Internet. But standing in front of a camera almost undressed and with a professional crew is a lot different than lying naked in front of a group of foul mouthed black men.
One said "If it make ya feel better" he slipped his T-shirt over his head then stepped out of his shorts, his friends followed his lead. I tried to avert my eyes but my gaze was drawn to magnificently sculpted bodies, I stared openly at the three naked men. Joy went to open another bottle and left the patio. They let me look while they looked at me, my eyes dropping from their muscled chests to their slim waists and lower and then I was really shocked. All three were flaccid or semi flaccid and all three were much bigger that my fianc?when he’s hard. Guilt flooded me, I was staring at three naked men and comparing their penises to the man I was marrying in 2 days time and my fianc?just didn’t cut it. It really was an involuntary action but my legs parted ever so slightly, the three men saw it happen and grinned even more. Joy came back with 2 bottles of wine and some more glasses, she poured and introduce Nasir, William and James, Nasir came and sat at by me on my patio chair, it felt so wicked to have naked male flesh pressing against me. James sat alongside Joy, Will was leaning against a rock. We drank, we socialized as though at a party and all thoughts of our nakedness were forgotten.
Joy mentioned I was to be married on Saturday, they asked what my future husband was like, pretty soon the talk turned dirty and they asked what he was like in bed. I did not want to answer but Joy described him. "He lays on top of you and slobbers all over your tits while he wiggles his tiny worm about inside you, when he cums he falls quiet just lying on top then rolls off to go to sleep with no thought for your pleasure".
Well that’s what sex is… isn’t it… Oh horror, slowly it dawned on me she’s known him, she’s had sex with my fianc? I asked, she admitted that about 4 months ago she’d slept with him and it won’t happen again because he was useless. She told me that he tries it on with all the girls, sometimes he gets lucky, most times not, they know he’s a terrible lover.
I was hurt, I thought about it and understood that it’s not Joys fault but my fianc?, I like him, I love him, I’m going to marry him but if he can play around then maybe I can. Up to now I’d stayed 100% faithful to him, in fact he’s the only man I’ve ever had full sex with and he does this to me, I’ll show him.
Nas brought an arm up around my shoulder and I released he was stroking my hip with a finger. I was already upset and simmering with consternation, my anger flared, I turned to him to let fly then realized he was making me feel naughty, a warm liquid feeling between my legs and I wanted revenge. Again I felt a wave of guilt but it was washed away by the warmth between my legs. I ****** myself to calm down, I was beginning to feel like I’ve never felt before, naughty, good, dirty, excited, trashy and more than anything I wanted payback, I wanted his big black dick inside me. I spread my legs a little, he looked at me and I gave a slight nod then his hand edged towards my sex.
He gently began to ease my lips apart, he slipped a finger into me, I gasped. Will took an interest and sauntered over to us, he looked at what Nas was doing to my pussy then strolled up beside me. His dick was hardening and beginning to stand out. He knelt beside me with a hand on each shoulder then came right down and kissed me. It was a long, deep and passionate kiss with tongues licking. His hand found one of my breasts and he began to massage it, he stroked the nipple and it began to harden then his mouth went down and he sucked the nipple. My left nipple was hard and erect and tingling when he moved over to my right breast and started increasing my pleasure by working there. I reached and touched his hard black shaft, it was hard, warm and silky as I stroked his whole lenght. Nas had turned round and had several fingers inside me, gently pushing in to the knuckles then pulling out, his face was on my stomach his tongue flicking at my clitoris.
The pleasurable sensations from my pussy stopped, he’d pulled his hand out and moved his tongue away as he stood up. He knelt between my legs at the end of the patio chair, leaned forward and pushed his tongue where his fingers had just been. He wiggled and flicked his tongue inside me, licked my labia and clitoris then worked back down to my vagina. Pretty soon I was right on the edge of orgasm and he pulled away and began to kiss my thighs and stomach and the tension in my clitoris waned. Then he had his tongue back inside me and as he moved up to my clitoris he pushed some fingers back inside me and worked them, spreading his fingers and my vagina as he licked and sucked my clitoris. He’d brought me right to the edge four or five times, how did he know, he was driving me crazy with pleasure and frustration, "God let me fucking cum" I heard myself yell. I was ashamed of my language, I don’t swear very often and I never blaspheme, swearing in American is so limited, try Russian or Danish if you really want to let you feelings known.
Will was still causing devastation at my breasts as each of my legs was spread on either side of the patio char. At last, now he’s going to fuck me I thought as I felt him move up. He began to slide the tip of his dick into me, easing my lips apart with a little pressure and his girth filled me he pushed in a little more, the tearing pain hit me as he opened me wider to accept his thick shaft. I gasped, he’s ripping me apart and the more he pushed the more it hurt. I struggled but Will was more or less holding me immobile so I couldn’t struggle against the pain, my legs came up and he slid right into me. The pain went in a flash of *******, is this what a real man feels like, I was full, the sensation was exhilarating, my fianc?had never even come close. He eased out with a sigh then pushed back into me. I locked my legs around his waist and held him deep within me. It was bliss until he said, "fuck that" he reached and grabbed my ankles and pushed them right up. Will got out of the way as Nas pushed my legs up so my feet were each side of my head.
"Im gonna fuck you sooo fucking hard bitch yooo gonna scream" he pulled almost out of me then rammed back in, I yelped as he bottomed, the pain was unbearable, like a kick in the stomach from inside, he thumped against my cervix. "Yah, scream on that black man dick bitch" he powered into me again, slap, yelp. When he pulled back it felt like he was dragging my insides out with him. Again, slap, yelp, pull, slap, pull, slap as his balls swung against my ass and my vagina stretched to fit his enormous size.
Oh my, such sensations, pleasure I’ve not known, the feel of that thick black shaft powering into me. I exploded, I already said that don’t like to swear but I am sure I yelled "Lede s?knep mig ohhhh fuuuuucccckkkk", as I came. I’ve never come so hard before, I felt my vagina flood and it just kept happening, I came again and again, "ohhh yessss, fuck meeeee knepppp miiiigg" each time more powerful than the last and only seconds apart. Nas was taking me to heaven and he just kept on thrusting his dick into my quivering vagina.
The chain of orgasms eased, I was panting, gasping for breath, my pussy was stretched and tingling and I felt elation throughout my body. Then it struck me, I’m getting married on Saturday and my fianc?has always used condoms, we’d timed the wedding so I would be ovulating hoping that I would get pregnant on our wedding night only 2 days away. I was not sure if he was wearing a condom, I never saw him putting one on, I panicked "No... Pull it out, pull it out, don’t come please" I pleaded with Nas as I tried to push him away. "Fuck that bitch I’m gonna fill your cunt with black baby juice".
He held me down against my struggles. My feet pushed against his shoulders, his muscular arms wrapped around my legs, he clutched both my flailing hands in one of his hands and slapped my face hard with his other hand. "Shut the fuck up bitch" he hissed at me "I’m not fuckin’ stoppin’ now". The strange thing is this violence excited me so much I came again. How I wanted him, I stopped struggling and tried to pull him deeper into me. He rammed into me hard and said "See ya fuckin’ want me, you want ma black man cum right up ya white bitch pussy". I did, I really wanted him to cum inside me, I’ve never felt so hot and wicked before, new passion was discovered, aroused and awakened, what had this black man done to me, all I wanted was for him to keep fucking me hard until he came.
He moaned, his eyes rolled back in his head and he kept roughly thrusting into me. Then he pushed really hard, his pelvis grinding into mine and his back arched as he ****** the full length of that thick black penis into me. He let out a long low "ahhhhhhhh" and I came again as I felt his penis pulse as his hot semen exploded into me.
He stayed like that for ages, rigid, deep inside me, his penis twitched now and again and each time it twitched he let out a little moan. Then he let go of my ankles and dropped onto me. He rested with his head in the crook of my neck and again I felt another twinge of guilt as he reminded me of my fianc?after he’d finished - although getting to that point was a totally different experience. Occasionally his dick twitched inside me and he moaned. Gently he kissed the spot on my face where he had slapped me. He began to pull out and I thought he would but even semi flaccid he still wanted to fuck. Slowly and gently he slid his softening but still thick shaft and fucked me accompanied by a loud squelching noise, I was very aware of that noise and certain it meant trouble.
As his thick black shaft moved within me my mind was in turmoil, I’m getting married on Saturday to a man I love dearly but who had cheated on me, probably more than once. As revenge I’m having sex with a man I met less than an hour ago and I feel so excited, so alive and so wanton, it’s the best sex I ever had and I may be pregnant by him. My body was/is in ******* never before in my life had I felt so much pleasure. The sensations this crude black male had awoken in me, his rough, even violent sex was a revaluation. That a big, thick penis can make so much difference to the joy of sex had me thinking that I’d been cheated and now found the truth.
I was awoken from my reverie by a shaking. Nas was being shaken and pulled away from me, I tried to cling on to him to keep him inside me but Will was pulling him off and was insistent, "Give someone else a poke" he said.
I didn’t want another man to fuck me. I wanted to spend my entire life with Nas deep inside me, being fucked by Nas. I was damn certain I was not being turned into ‘din omvandrende madras’ (*******), ‘en luder’ (a whore) by having ‘bunkepul’ (gangbang) sex with multiple men. Nas pulled out and slipped over the side of the patio chair, still kissing me, still stroking my breasts. I felt fingers probing my sloppy pussy and a hard, erect penis pressing into my thigh I melted. Of course I wanted him. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him deep inside me, I wanted him to cum inside me, and to mix his semen with the semen already planted there. I wanted James too. I wanted to be fucked and fucked until I could take no more then I wanted to be fucked again.
Will stood and pulled me up then lay down on the chair, with one hand he held his long dick, with his other hand he guided me to straddle him. He was quite a bit longer than Nas but not as thick. He pulled me down onto him and he entered easily. He held my waist and ****** me up and down him a few times then pulled me right down so his whole length was inside me. That last couple of inches was agony, The head of his dick banged against my cervix and rubbed against it as he went oh so deep into me. He lifted me then pulled me back down again, I cried out oh it hurt, just the last inch or so was *******. Tears streamed down my face as he held himself deep inside me for a few seconds, He lifted me and pulled me down again, the pain was not as bad this time, I merely sobbed. Before long I was riding him, as I dropped onto him he bucked up into me. After only a few minutes he pulled me down hard onto him and I felt him cum. My pussy was already wide and sloppy from Nas, that girth had opened me so Wills semen tricked out between his long dick and my vagina walls. I could feel it running out of me, tickling as it flowed. He pulled me forward onto him then he began long, slow even strokes. "Baby" he said "That just ta release da pressure now Is gonna fuck you good" and I wanted him to fuck me so much.
I was kissing Will when rough hands jerked my head up. Nas was standing just beyond Wills head and holding his thick black dick in his hand. "Suck this black man dick" he commanded me and pushed himself towards my mouth. I was frightened, I’ve never done it before. I’ve never made love with 2 men before so I guess anything new is worth trying. As Will was thrusting up into me I took Nas’s thick member between my lips. The first thing that struck me was the musky smell, not unpleasant, in fact mildly erotic. The tip of his dick was between my lips and I thought I was doing well when he grabbed the back of my head and thrust himself forward into my mouth. "Don’t fucking kiss it, suck it bitch". I started to suck, I swirled my tongue around the head of his shaft, I poked the hole in the tip with my tongue and he began to swell in my mouth forsing my jaw painfully wide as he hardened.
Will was still fucking me and I felt something rubbing against me from behind. I wanted to look back but Nas kept forsing himself into my throat. As I was gagging on his dick I felt an intensely excruciating pain in my rectum. Someone, James had thrust his penis right into my ass without warning. I screamed, and tried to pull away, he laughed as Nas and Will held me still for him.
Nas pulled my hair and ****** his penis back into my mouth and began what was in effect to fuck my mouth, the tip of his penis banging against my throat, I gagged and he pulled back for a second then thrust it back in. At the same time James was ass fucking me, the pain soon subsided and I was getting used to the sensation, something else I’d never done before and never even thought of doing. Will was still deep in my vagina allowing James thrusts into my ass to push me up and down his dick.
Only a few minutes ago I thought I was not going to be turned into a slut and now I have three black men inside me. It’s amazing that you don’t know what you are missing until you try it and I’ve missed so much in my life.
Movement attracted my eye across the patio and that’s when I got really worried, Joy had a video camera and was filming me getting fucked by three black men. She smiled. She wouldn’t, surely she wouldn’t post it on the internet, I’ve known her for less than 6 months I really know nothing about her, she set all this up, I bet she would… That’s when I began to cum again, was it fear that made me cum this way or excitement. I don’t know but I do know that Will began thrusting opposite to James, as James pulled out Will thrust in, as James pushed into my ass Will pulled out. I was going wild, I pulled Nas’s dick deep into my throat until I gagged, pulled back then tried to swallow him, he moaned. I sucked hard on his thick shaft, I stroked the tip with my tongue, I swirled my tongue around the tip then ****** him back into my throat. As Will started cumming into me again Nas’s dick began to twitch. He pulled out of my mouth and exploded semen into my face, I wanted it inside me, I wanted to taste him, I caught his dick and slipped it back into my mouth just as the last couple of spurts shot. Another first, I’d tasted a mans semen, I swallowed. I wiped the drips from my face and licked them from my fingers, some had dripped onto Wills face I dropped down and licked them too. Nas seemed to be very impressed with this.
Will was spent but still semi hard inside me. Nas went to sit by Joy and James kept up his relentless thrusting in my ass, before long he came too unloading a mass of hot semen.
Over 2 hours had flown by and I needed to head to the airport. I was a mess with semen in my hair and flooding from my vagina and ass, my inner thighs were glistening and I just didn’t have time to shower. I wiped myself down with the towel and started dressing, I’d just have to take the plane smelling like ‘det gl?spigen’ I am.
I asked Joy to phone for a cab for me. She looked at Nas then back to me and said. "We’re going out to a club in an hour or so, you want to phone the airline and change to a flight tomorrow, you can stay here". I hmmm’d a bit, "No I really can’t, I need to be back in LA to get ready for the wedding". "Okay" she said, "It’s only your last moment of freedom, I guess you can make up for it after you’re married".
That decided me. I phoned the airline. I phoned my fianc?
Then I was fucked in the cunt, ass and mouth by 3 black men again and again until I could take no more, and then I was fucked again before we went out to a club...
Part 2
On the morning of my wedding I awoke with a new and strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. Yesterday my stomach felt a bit weird when I woke at Joys house but I was the filling in a man sandwich then so I’d assumed it was just excitement. Now I’m home and I’m getting married in a few of hours so I had the butterflies for sure but the sensation that was concerning me was lower in my stomach. So, not butterflies then.
My mind went back to Thursday and Friday, it started after a photo shoot in San Francisco as I was idling the afternoon away with my friend and downing a bottle or two of wine. That restful afternoon progressed to unprotected sex with three black men and I discovered that I enjoyed what was happening to me.
Later we went out to a club and by the time it closed in the early hours of the following morning I could add another eight to the total men I’d had sex with. I’d even taken part in a gang bang on the stage in front of a couple of hundred people, most unusual for a shy twenty two years old girl who was considered prudish and had only ever had full penetrative and protected sex with one person before.
So I’d had my revenge on my cheating fianc?with eleven black men bringing the total number of men who’d penetrated me to twelve. My fianc?had always used a condom when we made love and we’d set the date of our wedding so that I’d be at my most fertile. Admittedly one of the men did use a condom but all that meant was that I had taken the seed of ten people, some of them multiple times into my receptive vagina.
I lay in bed taking stock of what I’d done and thinking wicked and warming thoughts. One second Nas was pushing his thick dick into me and was being nasty the next I was kneeling on an old settee on a stage with one man in my vagina, one in my mouth and my hand grasping another. The spotlights were bright but I could just see the faces of the crowd shouting encouraging abuse.
I soon became hot and damp and my thighs quivered as they opened and I slid my fingers between my legs. My stomach was even now making it’s presence felt and truly I’d never had a sensation like this before. On the morning of my wedding with two fingers probing my vagina I was certain that I was to bare the baby of a stranger.
My mind would not let go of my recent trip to San Francisco and even getting ready for my wedding was taking second place as I dressed for that momentous moment. I guess I shouldn’t have refused my mom and sister permission to help me get ready, perhaps their constant jabbering would help distract me but I knew that there was much for them to prepare and to be truthful I really wanted the time alone.
My thoughts turned to my fianc? I needed to explain to him what I’d done before the ceremony and it had to be face to face because I just couldn’t tell him on the phone. This was stymied because his parents were being very strict on etiquette so we were not allowed to see each other before the ceremony. By the time I’d arrived back in L.A. last night he was out with his friends doing the clubs (and possibly other things) and I just couldn’t disturb his stag night.
Now I was ready and I scanned myself in the mirror, beautiful, there was no sign that I’d been an absolute whore for the previous couple of days. I felt so guilty that I’d had sex with other men and so exhilarated as that pleasant moistness warmed through me again. Cynically I was dressed all in white and the deceit fortified me against my fianc? cheating. I looked again in the mirror and what I saw was a demure, shy, virginal vision, my pale blue bra, panties and suspenders couldn’t be seen.
A knock at the door surprised me, I opened it and standing before me was Nas. Immediately my vagina flooded, I needed to feel him inside me again, he grinned and wished me the best as I dragged him into my lounge. Next thing I knew I was lying on a chair with my ankles on the shoulders of the man kneeling between my legs, his beautiful thick dick fucking me hard. Except for my panties I was still fully dressed, so was he with just the fly of his trousers open and his thick dick poking through and ramming into me.
Timing was critical and I was a couple of minutes late so there was no time even to clean up as I ushered him from my apartment. I could see that the front of his beige trousers showed damp with my juice and I could feel his semen begin to dribble from me. Downstairs a limo waited for me, my ******* nervously sitting inside. Nas climbed in beside me and whispered crudities in my ear while my ******* sat opposite scowling at his damp patch.
Within twenty minutes I stood in the chapel with my future husband by my side and another mans semen dripping from my vagina. I knew I’d leaked in the car and the back of my pretty white dress must be crumpled, damp and darkly stained with the semen that had dribbled from me. I knew family and friends sitting behind could see the dampness, many of them had seen me arrive with Nas and I felt so excited. During our vows I happened to glance Nas sitting in the pews holding my pale blue panties to his nose and I thought of the exquisite sex we’d just had and of his semen inside me as I stumbled on the words “…to be my lawful wedded husband”.
Toward the end of the reception it was my grandmother who mentioned it. She could speak little English so her Danish masked her words from those around us. She told me she could smell me on that black man she’d just been talking to. She yanked me towards her then told me that she could smell him on me too, two and two adds up to you lying together. I told her of the last couple of days and she asked searching questions of my fidelity, questions that I was not able to answer at that moment, questions that left me stuttering and staring with my mouth open. Then she totally stunned me as she said. “Don’t look so shocked, I spent much of my life in Africa. You have an uncle there, my ******* lives with his ******* in Mozambique so I know exactly how you feel when you see a handsome and well endowed black stud. I’ve just seen you married but I’ll ask you if you want me to distract Ray for half an hour”.
Ray is my husband and he was distracted while I had sex with Nas for the second time that day. We sneaked out to the back alley and with me leaning against a grimy wall he pumped his semen into me again.
Soon afterwards my husband and I made our farewells to our guests, we entered our room and as he held me to him he slipped his hand between my legs. “No panties” he said, “You are my naughty angel”.
Then as his finger easily slipped between my wet and puffy lips he continued “and you are so wet for me”.
This was it, the first time we’d been alone for days and this was the moment of truth, frighteningly late and obviously the wrong time but we’d not consummated our union yet so it had to be now. I told him I was so wet because that wetness was another mans semen. I told him about my time in S.F. and I told him that I believed that I was pregnant with a black mans baby.
He pushed me away and screamed that I was a tramp, a slut, a dirty whore. That’s when I told him that I knew about the women he had bedded and if he was going to continue then so was I. He insisted that it’s different for men, that it’s ok for men to sleep around but not for women, especially betrothed women. He wouldn’t accept that his standards should apply to me too, that if he can sleep around then so can I. I asked him where the women came from that he had sex with, that his standards counted these women as women and that they should not sleep around.
We eventually came to an agreement that meant we would not be applying for a divorced in the morning and as dawn broke we finally consummated our marriage and for the first time he didn’t use a condom with me. It was extremely strange because during our lovemaking we quietly discussed our previous lovers, he had many while I could only talk about the last couple of days. We were joined as one and stared in each other’s eyes as I spoke about the intensity of the last couple of days.
His lovemaking was different, better, he was trying to satisfy me, to prove himself to me. The fact that I was very wet and slack and obviously he was having “sloppy seconds” excited him, he really enjoyed the feeling of my used and wet vagina. For me it better than he is usually but still not particularly good, and now I know what good really was. I told him that I would have to teach him how my lovers fucked me and I knew I would enjoy that.
It was not until several months later that I discovered that the whole thing was a set up. Joy was very experienced but had had very uneventful sex with my fianc?and she wanted me to know what he was really like, what he’d been doing behind my back and for me to experience good sex before I married. She succeeded wildly, now I think you would call me a hot wife but I call myself a slut. I fuck my black friends often and sometimes my husband joins us. He sometimes attracts a new girl to his bed and I have been known to join in with him, as have my lovers to make a very interesting night.
I realise that the man I married is so very special, he never complains at my sexual adventures and I don’t complain of his. He’ll never make a real stud but his lovemaking is much improved, now he is so much more attentive and not as focussed on his own needs and he likes nothing better than very sloppy seconds, thirds or fourths. He’s grateful for my teachings because he gets more from sex than he ever got before. But I think what makes him so very special is the undying love he gives to my twins, twins that he obviously has not fathered.
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"I'm a slut," Carol Wilson concluded. "I am discreet, to be sure, but I am a sexually promiscuous woman just the same." These thoughts were racing through Carol's mind as she stood at her nursing station late one night. Carol was a senior nursing supervisor at a major hospital in Chapel Hill and was working the eleven to seven shift on the third floor east wing that particular night. At three in the morning the halls were silent and the other nurse on the shift was at lunch. At quiet times like these Carol mused over the bizarre things that had happened in her life. She anxiously shook her head as she concluded that her husband, Greg, was a major contributing factor to her sexual depravity.
Thinking back, she realized that she'd been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex...wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She'd even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other's escapades ... as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ..... and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital "scrubs" that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
"Oh yes," Carol thought, "I've messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them," she smiled at the remembrances. "I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent "coffee breaks" we took on the couch in his office. Then I'd screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, ... and all the rest! Oh yeah, I've had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years." She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She'd known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she'd never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they'd talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forsing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened ... but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was ****** to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o'clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn't intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
forsing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn't see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don't you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha .... what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don't you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn't allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He ****** her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol's mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol's face was covered by his semen. “That's it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn't believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn't go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm's creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm's rigid cock. She hadn't realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I'm sure he'd love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she'd sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn't have to encounter him directly. She just couldn't bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. "What's wrong with me!" she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn't erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. "Well," she thought, "I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me." She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a ******* with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that's a great idea. I could use one after this week."
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm's voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he'd been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. "I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?"
Carol really didn't know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work *******. Why don't you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes."
Carol's stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?" Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He's joined us for drinks before."
Carol's head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan's eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?"
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! ... and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
"No, not at first," Carol honestly responded. "It wasn't until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened."
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn't expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn't know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city's adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D'shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o'clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too ******* to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another *******, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can't be out too late either. I better call Greg." She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay." Pausing again, he continued "Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too *******.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he'd that he'd take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan's car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol's mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm's friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?”"
Malcolm said “Yeah, I'd invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party." He grinned and continued. "Now, you treat my bros right and they'll give you the night of your life." He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little *******, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she'd be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm's friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and ******* the *******. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol's body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol's remaining inhibitions. She really didn't understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought "Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!" Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you're doing, because ... ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn't struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole's panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol's shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol's legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was ******* and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men's fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
"This white bitch likes it," chuckled Duane. "Now, let's see how much she likes this." He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol's head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. "Hey, Gimme some of that!" said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. "Don't I get some?" Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan's cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, "You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman." he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D'shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm's cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D'shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking "Why, he's a real 'pencil dick'!" Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D'shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D'shawn's sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this *******,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, "Get ready to fuck, bitch!" He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the ******* of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. "Fuck me, damn you!" she wailed, "Fuck me." Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn't believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D'shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm's thick shaft battered Carol's rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, "Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!" Carol moaned around D'shawn's dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn't hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol's steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol's sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm's waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol's loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol's mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I'm cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D'shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of black man cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol's ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn't stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by black men.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, "We're done and you needed to clean up." The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?" Carol didn't quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that's when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she'd been fucked like she'd never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she'd done at Malcolm's house. She'd been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, "Have a good time?" Carol, answered answered a brief "Yes," then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.
Thinking back, she realized that she'd been a naive country girl from Greenville when she went off to nursing school at UNC. She met her future husband there and he quickly introduced her to the joys of sex...wild, raging, uncontrolled sex. Greg had quickly broken down all of the barriers that she had developed growing up in a quiet, conservative family. Just about everything possible had been experienced during those college days . She'd even been shared by several of his fraternity brothers after one particularly drunken party at his apartment. She just shook her head at that particular rememberance. In any case, Greg and Carol were married after college and quickly got involved in the sexual swinging that was rampant at that time. Their sex lives were full, to say the least. Although most of their experiences were as a couple, they also did some fooling around on our own. Greg first started cheating with several women and, Carol had to admit, she was dreadfully hurt at first. She quickly decided, however, that this was an opportunity for her to get a little action on her own. They ultimately reached an agreement: Neither would ask about the other's escapades ... as long as they were discrete. They had certainly enjoyed each other, even though they never had children, but enjoyed others as well.
Carol had been a knockout in those days ..... and even now at age forty-two, she knew that men still turned their heads to watch as she entered a room. She was a slender five foot six with silky light brown hair. Her face was strikingly attractive and possessed all the classic features and sparkling, perfectly-spaced brown eyes. Her skin was still flawless, her nose had a slight upturn, and her lips were rich and full. Her hair was a thick, light brown that fell to her shoulders and was cut in even bangs across the front. Her frame was slender and taut with small, but properly proportioned breasts, and a well-rounded ass. As every man noticed, her legs were her most attractive feature, long and shapely. Unfortunately, her physical charms were well hidden under the baggy hospital "scrubs" that had replaced the traditional nurses uniform since she had graduated from nursing school.
"Oh yes," Carol thought, "I've messed around on my husband many times over the years and fucked a number of other men. There were just too many opportunities at the hospital not to take advantage of them," she smiled at the remembrances. "I had that long term relationship with Doctor Jerry Winthrop and thoroughly enjoyed the frequent "coffee breaks" we took on the couch in his office. Then I'd screwed around with Dr. Quinton until he took a position at the medical college in Richmond. Oh yes, then there had also been that medical student who worked as a part-time phlebotomist, and the Med Tech with the big cock, ... and all the rest! Oh yeah, I've had a full, but carefully discreet, sex life over the last twenty years." She gazed up and down the silent, darkened corridors, lost in her thoughts of past sexual encounters.
That particular night shift her thoughts curiously shifted to Malcolm Johnson. She'd known Malcolm, a black male nurse, for years and even though they occasionally worked together on the same shift, she'd never really considered him to be someone to ever fool around with. To be sure, they'd talked a lot and sometimes the banter got a little smutty. When no one else was around, their conversations were frequently filled with innuendo and even overtly sexual comments. However, other than the exchange of sexually-charged words, the two really never did anything physical.
For some reason Carol started having very erotic and sensual dreams about Malcolm the previous August. They were uncomfortably real and so vivid that when she woke up after them, her pussy was wet and she could virtually smell and taste him from the imagined encounter. The dreams reoccurred every few days, and became more and more vivid as time passed. This situation began driving her to the point of distraction on her job. Carol could never gather together sufficient courage to tell Malcolm about her increasingly erotic dreams, though. She found It was so frustrating to be imagining him fucking her, forsing her to suck his cock and doing all the bizarre things she dreamt of him doing to her! Regardless, nothing ever happened ... but that was soon to change.
About a week later Carol was working a Wednesday three to eleven shift, but circumstances were such that she was ****** to stay late. The nursing services manager was at a conference in Raleigh and had asked her to do the regular nursing station stock inventory during her shift. Unfortunately, the day had been unusually busy and by eleven o'clock she had not had the opportunity to inventory the supplies. Malcolm had relieved her and she finished up some shift paperwork before she intended to start to the inventory. She had completed all the paperwork when she realized that she had left her hospital service keys at home. Consequently, she realized that she would have to ask Malcolm to borrow his store room keys.
When Carol asked him for them, he said they were in his pants pocket, but he was working on a critical specimen and couldn’t stop to get them. He winked and said, “Why don’t you just grab them out of my pocket yourself, Carol.” Smiling, she reached down into his pocket to fetch the keys. Unintentionally, however, she grasped his his cock. She really hadn't intended to do anything else, but she teasingly squeezed it two or three times before she felt it hardening in her hand and a smile began to across trace Malcolm’s face.
Carol, suddenly embarrassed at her boldness, quickly released her grip on his dick and jerked her hand out of his pocket. Blushing, she murmured that she was sorry and just stood frozen there in her unexpected embarrassment. Malcolm turned toward her, winked and said, “I thought you just wanted my storeroom keys; but, you can do that any time you want to.” Then he smiled, reached in his pocket, fished out the keys and handed them to her.
Carol grabbed the keys and rushed down the hall to the storeroom. She was so embarrassed by what had happened that she could not bring herself to return the keys to Malcolm after she had unlocked the door. Rather, she gave them to another nurse who happened to pass by the storeroom, asking her return them to him.
forsing herself to focus on the inventory, Carol started to account for the products and materials stored in the tall shelving that filled the room. After a while she was so focused on her job that she was oblivious to everything else. The nurses station storage room was fairly small and, although the nursing and administrative supplies required for immediate use were limited, they were stacked in shelves by use and availability. She couldn't see the door from where she was crouched down, inventorying a bottom shelf when the circumstances changed significantly.
Carol heard the door open and close and then the distinctive sound of the lock being engaged again. She peered around the shelving and was starting to stand up when she saw Malcolm walking in. She was about to say something, but was still mortified by the incident at the nursing station and decided to remain quiet. Malcolm looked directly at her, unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock out of his white hospital pants. His shaft was hard as a rock and he smiled as he started stroking himself, looking directly at Carol squatting on the floor. She paused in fear, yet was not able to take her eyes off him and what he was doing with his erect shaft.
He walked directly in front of her, caressing his cock while he walked. When he was directly in front of her, he softly said, “Well, Mrs. Wilson, why don't you help me take care of this swelling I seem to have.” She just stared at his huge cock bobbing inches in front of her face.
Carol asked him, “ahhh ….. wha .... what?”
He said “Why don’t you put my cock in that pretty white mouth of yours. Just open your mouth and suck on it. I think you can help me get rid of the swelling” To her amazement, Carol obediently responded and did just what he ordered her to do without question.
He gently slid his cock in and out of her mouth as he increased the stroking of the shaft. He looked down at Carol and told her “Look up at me, Mrs. Wilson.” Then he said, “You like being on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock, don't you? Important nursing supervisor. Hmmm, a white girl like you just needs a big black cock in your mouth every so often, just to make you realize where you belong.”
Carol felt embarrassed and humiliated and feebly tried to pull her lips away from his cock. He realized what she was trying to do and reached his free hand around behind her head, and grabbed her by the hair. His strong grip wouldn't allow her to pull her mouth off of his turgid cock. He ****** her mouth back down on his throbbing shaft and made her continue sucking. Finally he released his stroking hand as he thrust forward, ramming his dick fully into Carol's mouth.
Malcolm let out a loud, drawn-out groan as he climaxed. Carol tasted the massive load of his creamy semen spurting into her mouth and coursing down her throat. His spewing cock quickly overwhelmed her mouth and she choked and coughed. In response, he eased his dick out of her mouth while his climax continued. She closed her eyes as he spewed his semen over her face and down on the top of her scrubs.
When he finally stopped ejaculating, Carol's face was covered by his semen. “That's it, keep your eyes closed. Hold it right there, Mrs. Wilson.” After a brief moment he continued, “Perfect, Thanks, Mrs. Wilson. Hey, let’s get together and do this again real soon.”
Carol opened her eyes and watched as he zipped up his fly and walked toward the door. She heard the stockroom door open and close and Malcolm was gone. Stunned, she collapsed out of her crouch and sat on the floor, crying. She just couldn't believe what had happened and what Malcolm had done to her. After several moments, she cleaned up as best she could, wiping her face with the hem of her scrubs.
Embarrassed and humiliated, Carol left the storeroom and went down to the senior nurses office on the second floor to hide. She just couldn't go back to the nursing station and face Malcolm. No sooner had she got there and sat at her desk, uncontrollably sobbing with her head in her hands, when she got an e-mail from Malcolm. She opened it and recoiled at what it contained. It was a picture of Carol kneeling down with Malcolm's creamy semen spattered all over her face and with even more oozing out of her open mouth. At the edge of the photo, mere inches away from her face, was the head of Malcolm's rigid cock. She hadn't realized it, but he had obviously snapped the shot with his cell phone camera when her eyes were closed at the end of the encounter. He had included a brief message, as well. “Mrs. Wilson, I’ve wanted to have you suck me off for years. Keep this to remind you of what happened. You might even want to share it with your husband. I'm sure he'd love to have a shot of you sucking a black cock.” Oddly enough, instead of deleting the e-mail, she saved it to a hidden folder in her personal email account.
Carol let three days pass after she'd sucked Malcolm’s dick in the storeroom. She had even called in sick so she wouldn't have to encounter him directly. She just couldn't bear the thought of seeing him and knowing what he would be thinking, remembering how she had sucked him off. She just couldn’t imagine how she could face him again, remembering how he had humiliated her like that. Even so, her pussy tingled every time she recalled the encounter. "What's wrong with me!" she wondered. As much as she hated Malcolm for degrading her like that, she couldn't erase the memory of the overpowering sensation of sucking him off, of feeling his hot sperm gushing into her mouth. She would pull up the picture on her computer when she was alone to look at it again and again. Whenever she relived the incident she was so thoroughly excited and aroused by the thought of his orgasm in her mouth that her pussy would become soaking wet.
The day Carol went back to work was a day when Malcolm was off shift. Consequently, she felt somewhat more comfortable about being there. She just hoped that hospital upper management team would never find out about the incident. "Well," she thought, "I just hope that he is going to be satisfied with what happened and be finished with me." She was conflicted, as well, because at the same time she clung to the overpowering desire that he would do it again, violate her again. However, this time, not just use her mouth but fuck her pussy, as well.
This particular day she worked the 7 am – 3 pm shift, and was surprised when her boss, Susan Thompson, called her at the nursing station a little before three. She and Susan had been friends for years, well before Susan had been promoted to her new position. Susan asked if she wanted to go out for a ******* with her after the shift. Carol quickly responded, “Sure,. Susan. I think that's a great idea. I could use one after this week."
The two women went to the bar at a hotel right down the boulevard from the hospital. They “talked shop” and sipped their drinks for almost an hour when Carol got a call on her cell phone. Answering it, she was surprised to hear Malcolm's voice. Malcolm apologized for not calling her the last few days and said he'd been busy, but wanted to say thanks for a terrific blowjob. "I certainly enjoyed having you suck me off, Mrs. Wilson. I bet you like to suck a lot of cock, don’t you? I bet you like to suck the cocks of men other than your husband, too, don’t you?"
Carol really didn't know how to answer. Instead of her initial reaction to hang up, for some unknown reason she said, “I’ve been thinking about what happened and, yes, I do like it.” Almost immediately she was shocked by what she had said and wanted to take back her words right after she’d said them, but it was entirely too late.
Malcolm said “Hey, look, I’m not doing anything at the moment. Why don’t we meet someplace?” Again, before she thought through what he had asked, Carol said, “I’m in the bar at the hotel down the street from the hospital. Susan Thomson and I are having an after-work *******. Why don't you join us?”
“Sounds great,” he responded, “I’ll be there in a few minutes."
Carol's stomach was churning. “What on earth have I done?” she thought, shocked by what she had done. “How could I be so stupid? What am I going to say to him when he gets here?” Visably shaken, Carol ordered another bourbon and coke.
Susan look puzzled and asked her “What’s wrong, Carol?" Carol paused and then told her that Malcolm was coming there and joining them for drinks. “So, what’s the problem?. He's joined us for drinks before."
Carol's head swirled in a series of confused and conflicting thoughts and emotions. Finally she decided to tell Susan what happened that night in the storeroom. As Carol related the story, Susan's eyes widened, her jaw dropped, and an expression of sheer astonishment crossed her face. Even so, the question she asked upon hearing the story shocked Carol: “What was it like, Carol? What did his cock look like?"
Carol paused briefly, then grinned, and said , “Oh, Susan! It was huge! …and just full of creamy semen!”
Susan smiled, swirled the bourbon around her glass and quietly said “I’ve always wondered what he was like. I often imagined exactly what size of cock he had, but never had the opportunity to find out. You did!”
Carol closed her eyes and said, “Damn, Susan! He really is huge! Oh! ... and he just filled my mouth with his cum!”
"Did you enjoy it?" asked Susan quietly, imagining herself in such a circumstance.
"No, not at first," Carol honestly responded. "It wasn't until I started to think about the experience later and began reliving it that I found myself truly aroused by what happened."
Perhaps fifteen minutes later the pair saw Malcolm walk in with a several of his friends. This was something Carol hadn't expected, but admitted that she was certainly excited to see him. She didn't know any of the other men though, and neither did Susan. They knew, however, that none of them were from the hospital staff.
The four men came over and joined the women at the table and sat down. Malcolm introduced Antwan, Duane, and D’shawn. He explained that they were all members of his basketball team in the city's adult recreation league. Providing introductions, Malcolm explained that Antwan worked as a loan officer at a local bank, while Duane was a lawyer and D'shawn was a high school coach. The group started talking and the men bought Carol and Susan several drinks over the next hour.
It was almost five o'clock when the men suggested that they all get something to eat in the hotel restaurant. Susan said, “Oh no, not for me. I have to get home. Carol, what about you? are you going to be staying?” Carol knew she was entirely too ******* to drive and planned on leaving. She intended on calling Greg, her husband, to come pick her up. Carol assured Susan that she would be fine told her that she would call her. However, Malcolm then suggested that she go back to his home nearby and have another *******, assuring her that he would then get her home.
Carol knew that she should leave right then; however, for some bizarre reason, Malcolm’s suggestion made sense. She told him “Why not, but that I can't be out too late either. I better call Greg." She called her husband and lied that she and Susan were going out for the evening. There was a pause and then Greg said, “Okay." Pausing again, he continued "Be careful and get a ride home if you’re too *******.” After she hung up, Malcolm said he'd that he'd take care of her and get her home. Susan was concerned and feeling reluctant to leave, but she got up and prepared to leave the bar.
They all walked Susan out to her car and she gave Carol a wink as she got in. “Well, Carol, have a fun evening and tell me about it tomorrow.” When Susan's car pulled away, Carol got into Malcolm’s Honda and the two drove a few blocks off of the main thoroughfare and into a quiet, secluded neighborhood. The couple drove without a word being spoken, lost in their own thoughts. Carol's mind was swirling, recalling the storeroom experience and anticipating what she hoped would happen at his home. Even so, she was surprised when Malcolm's friends pulled in the driveway behind them and asked him, “Did you know they were going to be coming over too?”"
Malcolm said “Yeah, I'd invited them to come with us and we would all have a little party." He grinned and continued. "Now, you treat my bros right and they'll give you the night of your life." He laughed and winked. Carol was more than a little *******, but she quickly realized what kind of party he was talking about and that she'd be the center of attention for an interacial gangbang.
They all went inside the spacious and surprisingly well appointed house. Malcolm directed everyone into the living room and went into the kitchen to prepare drinks. Carol found herself sitting on a couch between Malcolm's friends Duane and Antwan and as small as the couch was, the three were crowded quite close. Malcolm returned to the living room and ******* the *******. After several moments, Duane and Antwan began rubbing Carol's body through her clothing while the conversation continued and everyone sipped their drinks.
Everyone was laughing and talking as the additional alcohol continued to break down Carol's remaining inhibitions. She really didn't understand what everyone was talking about other than the evident fact that she was laughing and having a really good time. Because of the alcohol, her head began to swim in erotic thoughts. The two men beside her took turns kissing her, probing her mouth with their tongues. Carol was surprised that she was enthusiastically kissing them back, probing with her own tongue. After several minutes, Duane peeled off her scrub top, while Antwan began to work at removing her white scrub pants. Carol gave out a drunken laugh, and thought "Oh yeah, this evening is going to be something special!" Even so, she said, “I think you better stop what you're doing, because ... ..” She never completed the sentence because suddenly Duane unsnapped and removed her bra and started sucking and caressing her nipples while Antwan resumed his efforts with her hospital pants.
Carol didn't struggle, and in no time they had her completely naked. Antwan tossed Carole's panties to Malcolm and the men all whistled in appreciation of Carol's shapely body. Duane and Antwan continued running their hands all over her body, especially between her legs. Carol leaned back on the couch and spread her legs further apart, giving them a better opportunity to let them do anything they wanted. She closed her eyes and put her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of the couch, enjoying their caresses.
As Antwan reached down between Carol's legs, he fondled her pussy and was quickly joined by Duane. Carol drunkenly giggled again, surprised at her wontoness. Certainly she was bothered by these black strangers feeling her private parts, but it felt so good that she wanted them to continue. She knew she was ******* and knowing the men were abusing her actually excited and aroused her. She could feel her pussy juices flowing profusely, quickly coating the men's fingers. Surprisingly, Carol quickly experienced her first orgasm of the evening prompted by just their probing fingers alone. It was overpowering and she truly thought she was going to pass out from the combination of booze and sexual arousal.
"This white bitch likes it," chuckled Duane. "Now, let's see how much she likes this." He unzipped his slacks and extracted a fully erect seven inch cock and pulled Carol's head into his lap. Carol obediently opened her mouth and began to enthusiastically suck his rigid cock. "Hey, Gimme some of that!" said Antwan after a few minutes watching the action. "Don't I get some?" Duane agreed and Carol felt her head being pulled to the other side to suck another firm, throbbing cock. This one was about the same size, but seemed even thicker than the first one. She sucked Antwan's cock deep in her throat, making soft humming sounds as she did. She gradually worked her mouth all the way down his organ until she felt her nose reach his kinky pubic hair. Malcolm watched the three and told Carol to go ahead and suck them both off, "You need a mouthful of hot cum, woman." he chuckled.
Carol increased her efforts, sucking eagerly until Antwan finally thrust up violently and climaxed with a thick load of creamy white sperm. Carol swallowed every drop, then directed her attention back to Duane and swallowed his swollen shaft. She worked her magic on his cock and was quickly rewarded with an equally thick white load. As his climax subsided, Carol scooped up a few drops of cum that had dribbled out the corners of her mouth and licked them from her fingers.
Even in her drunken and lust-filled condition, Carol realized that the other two men in the room had shed their clothes and were now completely naked. D’shawn pulled her forward and up off the couch, pushing her down on her knees on the floor. She was kneeling in front of Malcolm and D'shawn, each with huge erections, taking them in each hand and began stroking one while she sucked the other. Carol didn’t hesitate, but inhaled Malcolm's cock all the way to the base in one smooth plunge. She made sloppy, sensual sucking sounds with her mouth as she worked him back and forth and finally deep into her throat. It wasn’t long before her strenuous efforts were rewarded as a thick load of creamy semen flooded her mouth.
She had barely swallowed that load, when she turned her attention to D'shawn. His cock was a little shorter, perhaps six inches, and very slender. She giggled, humorously thinking "Why, he's a real 'pencil dick'!" Even so, she lavished sloppy kisses and licks on the man’s shaft before sucking him all the way. D'shawn was patient, enjoying every moment with this skilled white woman and she worked on him for quite a while the other men cheered her on. After about five minutes of her exquisite cocksucking skills, he also blew a fresh load of cum down her throat.
As she swallowed the last of D'shawn's sperm, Carol looked up to see the other three naked men standing around her, black skin glistening in the dim light, looking down on her and stroking their cocks. “Look at her, she loves this *******,” said Duane “She be nothing but a true whore,” said Antwan. Carol was beyond caring what they were saying; all she wanted was for one of these men to slam his cock into in her foaming hot pussy and fuck her. As she was pulled to her feet, Malcolm said, “We’re gonna use you, Mrs. Wilson. We gonna fuck your white ass silly!”
Duane grabbed her and led her to the large coffee table and pushed her on her back. He spread her legs and said, "Get ready to fuck, bitch!" He wasted no time and rammed his stiff cock into her drooling slash, driving it all the way in without a pause. In spite of her wanton needs, the ******* of the thrust elicited a loud grunt from Carol. She concentrated on the fat dick that was starting to fuck her hard, sliding over her swollen clitoris with each probing thrust. "Fuck me, damn you!" she wailed, "Fuck me." Considering her agitated state of arousal and provocative words, it didn’t take much of this before Duane closed his eyes and blasted her cunt with his hot, creamy sperm.
Next up was Antwan and when he entered her pussy, he took his time and slowly, deliberately wormed his thick shaft all the way in. Carol lost it again, seemingly in one sustained orgasm as she screamed in sexual release. She began wildly thrusting against him, humping her hips upwards to get even more of his black cock up her pussy. When he reached his orgasm, after quite a long time of hard fucking, she came with him in yet another crashing orgasm of her own.
Malcolm was behind Carol and rolled her over. She spread her legs, and he plunged his huge cock into her already saturated pussy. She was so wet at that point that he slid in easily. He laughed and said “This white girl, senior nurse Wilson, is more than ready and willing to take a lot of cock in her. What do you think? can we help this cock-hungry white bitch out?”
The others laughed and shouted approval. Antwan said, “Fuck her in her ass, bro!” Malcolm laughed again and asked Carol “Would you like that, Mrs. Wilson? Do you want me to fuck you in the ass?” Carol quietly moaned, “Yes.” Malcolm chuckled again and told her to beg him to fuck her in the ass. Carol anwered with a near scream, “Please fuck me in my ass! Shove that big black cock of yours in my ass … please!!!”
Carol couldn't believe that she was actually pleading this erotic and sensual request, especially in a room full of black guys that she had fucked and sucked! Malcolm pulled his dick out of her pussy and she felt his cockhead pushing against her rectum. This time she did feel pain as he first penetrated her. She screamed, which only made the men laugh. However, before she could make any more sounds D'shawn grabbed her by her head and shoved his cock into her mouth. As he started to thrust it in and out he said, “Here’s something for you suck on, bitch!”
Malcolm's thick shaft battered Carol's rectum, slamming in at out as he shouted, "Take it, bitch! Take all my cock! Oh, fuck! Her ass is so tight!" Carol moaned around D'shawn's dick rammed past her sucking lips, lost in her own sexual overload. Probably ten minutes passed before both men reached their climax, pouring even more semen into her body.
After that they all took turns with the exhausted Carol until she could barely stand. Antwan sat on the couch and told Carol to straddle him and sit down. Weakened, Carol did as she was told and he grabbed and positioned his cock and the moment she sat down he drove his cock deep in her rectum. Pulling her body back, he told Duane “Fuck the white bitch’s pussy now!!” Duane didn't hesitate, sliding his cock against the lips of Carol's steaming slash and driving it home. Now Carol had two huge black cocks probing and thrusting in her body. The double penetration prompted yet another orgasm and she ground back against their cocks in frenzied response. The action only made the men fuck the sex-crazed woman all the harder, which in turn making her orgasm more. With a howl, Antwan was the first to reach his climax, flooding her ravaged rectum with his steaming hot cum. He was quickly followed by Duane, who blasted another load into Carol's sodden, well-used pussy.
They gradually stopped their fucking and they turned Carol over to be violated by the other two black men. She was rolled sideways to Malcolm's waiting cock. Facing Malcolm, she was lifted and firmly impaled on his rigid shaft as he pulled her body toward his chest. D’shawn then crouched behind her, positioning himself and slid his cock in her battered rectum. In spite of the akward position, the two men began fucking her, shaking her weakened body like a rag doll. Seeing his opportunity, Duane stood up on the couch and grabbed the mature woman by the hair, shoving his cock back into her mouth. “Clean my cock, bitch!” he screamed. Antwan cheered them all on, stroking his cock as he watched Carol getting fucked in the pussy, ass and mouth.
Carol's loud moans, the sounds of the men grunting, and the emotion of the experience drowned out everything. Carol's mind was swirling for what seemed like hours, then she heard Malcolm grunt and say “I'm cuming in that white pussy of yours!!!” and Carol felt his load spurt deep inside of her. Moments later, D'shawn groaned and said “Oh, fuck! Oh yeah, feel a load of black man cum up that tight white ass of yours! Oh, fuck yeah!” as he loosed his own flow of steaming semen into her rectum.
After a few moments, Duane pulled out of Carol's ass and then she staggered off of Malcolm. She was so weakened by the fucking that she couldn't stand up and slumped down next to him, exhausted and nearly comatose, She could hear them all of them laughing and hooting as Malcolm said “Mrs. Wilson is the kind of white girl who loves getting gang-fucked by black men.”
And, just that suddenly, the gangbang came to a close when Duane threw her a towel, and said, "We're done and you needed to clean up." The others began to clean up and get dressed. Malcolm turned and quietly asked her, “Mrs. Wilson, are you okay?" Carol didn't quite know how to answer him. Her pussy burned and her ass was on fire and her jaw had been outrageously stretched. She could barely move her legs and her arms were like rubber. But, she knew that she had never experienced as many orgasms as she had that night, perhaps in her entire life. Here she was, a respected nursing professional, sitting on a couch her white body totally naked after having been gangbanged by four black guys. She knew she should feel humiliated, violated, and ashamed; however, instead, she was totally turned on and aroused by the the fact that she had indeed been gangbanged by four black studs!
After she had recovered somewhat and the other men had left, Carol had Malcolm drive her home and that's when she looked at the time on the dashboard clock. It was almost eleven. She had been fucked almost constantly for almost five hours.
On the way home, neither she nor Malcolm spoke as she replayed the events of the evening in her head. In doing so she realized that she was getting aroused again. She knew that she'd been fucked like she'd never been fucked before in her entire life. She was ashamed at what she'd done at Malcolm's house. She'd been completely ravaged by four black men. Still, she was amazed at her eventual enjoyment of the ordeal, as evidenced by the moistness of her pussy in her renewed arousal.
Malcolm dropped her off at her home and she quietly entered the darkened house. Greg had obviously gone to bed. She climbed the steps to the bedroom and stripped off her scrubs, bra and panties. After a long, hot shower, she slipped into the bed. Her huband, awakened, sleeply asked, "Have a good time?" Carol, answered answered a brief "Yes," then turned over and pulled the covers over her. She immediately fell asleep and as she slept, she had some positively outrageous dreams.
I have an outline of a good story about a White family which goes black which is based on an actual happening in the US sometime ago. An African Student on scholarship was offered lodging at the residence of a University teacher, a white man in his late forties with his wife also in her forties with their four children, two boys and two girls all of them in their teens to early twenties. The African student well endowed attracts the lady of the house followed by the two girls and surprise, it does not stop there. He also sleeps with the lady's husband and the two sons later on. This was recounted by the student recently on his return to his native country.
chrisburgess18
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What i fantasize about is my wife fucking black guys behind my back and a year or so into i walk in on her fucking bbc and shocked. She continues to fuck alot bbc and has a black boyfriend who stays over alot
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