They had me and they were not going to let me go. This is part two.
Three days after my experience with the two black men behind the dumpsters at the protest, my phone binged with a text. I opened it and all there was, was a short video of me sucking a black cock while stroking another one, with my lily-white tits hanging out. My nipples were rock hard. It lasted about ten seconds. There was no message. I watched if four times before closing my phone. I was wet between my legs.
The next day, it binged again. This time it was a text message. “My place Friday night at nine. I have some friends who said that they would like to meet you. Short skirt, front buttoning blouse and no panties or bra. Be there!” My mind wished that they would leave me alone, but my pussy was telling me just the opposite. I was wet again.
I had a white blouse like that but no short skirts. I either wore slacks or dresses that came down below my knees. That next afternoon I went to the recycle store and looked thru the clothes. I found a tight-fitting black leatherette skirt that came just below where my legs came together. I tried it on and looked at myself in the mirror. I had not looked like that since back in high school. I bought it for ten dollars and took it home. That night I just lay in bed for at least an hour, looking at my husband sleeping before I fell to sleep.
Friday afternoon, I took a long soaky bath. I picked my largest purse and put the skirt and blouse in it. I dressed in my normal, conservative slacks and blouse. During supper, I told my husband that I was going to a planning meeting for the next protest and would probably be home a little late. He had no interest in them. He just kind of sarcastically told me to have fun and turned in the TV.
I changed clothes in the garage before getting into the car and driving to Jerome’s. I was pretty sure that tonight was the night that I was going to get a black fucking. I was not sure if I was afraid or anxious. At two minutes before nine, I stood at his door. It was two minutes after nine before I got up the nerve to ring the bell. Jerome answered the door. He was dressed just like the last time. I had to admire his muscular, bare chest and his milk chocolate skin as he looked down at me with a smile on his face. He took my hand and gently pulled me in and closed the door behind us.
We walked into the living room were three more black man around the same age as Jerome sitting next to each other on the couch. One of them already had his cock out, stroking it slowly. “No. I can’t do this.” I turned and walked back toward the door. Jerome grabbed my wrist, “You are going to enjoy this, and you wouldn’t want to have our little videos passed around, would you?” I knew I had no choice. I was also getting some very horny thoughts about what I expected to happen.
“This is Damon, Rick and Rino. Guys this is, Oh guess what, I don’t even know her name. I guess we will just call you Slut. Go over and say high to them, Slut.” By the time I got over to the couch, the other two also had their cocks out. Two of them were a little smaller than Jerome, but the third one was huge, and it was not fully hard yet. Jerome pushed me to my knees. “Show the guys that you are happy to meet them.” I knew just what Jerome was suggesting and I did not fight it. I knew that I had been told to be here to be a sex toy for more black men. I leaned forward. Rick’s cock touched my lips. I opened my mouth and licked at the pre-cum that was making the head slippery. I couldn’t believe that just a few weeks before this, I was a long married faithful wife suffering thru a sexually unsatisfying marriage. Now, here I was pleasuring multiple black men, who were all ten or more years younger than me, with my mouth, and I was starting to like it more each time.
My head bobbed up and down on his pole. My lipstick left little red smears on his shaft. After a minute, I was grabbed by the hair and pulled over to Damon. He had gotten out of his pants, and I looked right at his full package. I promptly started blowing him and playing with his balls. I felt him put both hands behind my head. Then he violently pulled my head to him. My nose pushed thru his kinky pubic hair and pressed hard against his pubic bone. His erection went into my throat. I choked and gagged. I managed to pull away. I almost puked but I held it down. My husband had never once tried to have me do deep throat. Damon pulled me down again. I gagged again, but not as hard this time. Damon knew just what he wanted, and it was not giving me pleasure. He kept pulling my head, forcing his dick in and out of my throat. I felt his manhood stretching the walls of my passage. Tears were running down my cheeks. I felt his shaft start to swell, and his ball sack tighten. His cock twitched in my throat each time a stream of his cum blasted down my throat. Because it went straight down into my stomach, I did not taste it till he pulled out, and I could taste the little bit that trailed over my tongue. I sucked hard and you could actually hear a pop as he pulled it out of my mouth. I almost collapsed, breathing hard and fast as I caught my breath.
Then I felt it. Jerome had gotten behind me and lifted my skirt up over my waist. I felt his cock pushing between my legs. It was about to happen. I was about to be filled with the first cock that was not my husband’s. It was bigger and it was black. I hoped that he could use it better than my husband. I was ready.
His cockhead pushed into me. I was wet and excited, so he went in easily, even though I had never before had anything that big inside me. Being stretched so wide felt strange but wonderful. Two more pushes and he hit my cervix. He was not quite all the way in. Two more firm shoves and he was balls deep in me. He had rearranged my insides enough to make it all fit. He fucked me hard and deep. I felt his balls slapping against my mound. A minute went by, then another. Now was when my husband would have been finished and rolling over to go to sleep, but Jerome kept going, hard, fast and so deep. I heard him say, “For an old cunt, she’s still pretty tight. Her husband must have a tiny dick.” The others cheered him on. Now I was moaning and pushing back as he fucked me.
Jerome must have pounded my pussy for well over five minutes when I felt an orgasm starting to build. When it hit, it hit me hard. I cried out, “Yessss ! Fuck me with your big black cock. Fill my old cunt with your cum. Aghhhhh FUCK !” I came but Jerome still had not. I felt movement in front of me. The men shifted positions and now Rino’s weapon was in front of my face. He had been stroking it as he watched Jerome fuck me, so he was fully hard. It must have been nine inches and as thick as my wrist. I had to stretch my mouth so wide to take him in that my jaw hurt. I could only take less than half of him and had to be very careful not to scrape him with my teeth. Because he had been jerking off, he only lasted a couple of minutes. When he came in my mouth, it was like Niagara Falls. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. Much of his thick white splooge ran down my chin, hung like an icicle and then dropped onto the couch.
Jerome was still going strong, but then he started groaning. His thrusts became erratic. Then he held himself deep in me. I felt his warm, wet semen flooding me. I shuddered with another small climax. I wanted more.
I got more. They took me to the bedroom and before the night was over, each of them had come in both my cunt and my mouth. They were only interested in making me their sex toy and cum dump, but they had given me more sexual pleasure than I had ever thought that I could have.
“OK Slut, you can go now.” They sent me away without letting me clean up. As I drove home, my vaginal muscles were still contracting rhythmaticly. I quietly entered the house. I was a mess and walking strangely. I was hoping that my husband had already gone to sleep. He had. I cleaned myself up and got in bed. I didn’t bother to put on my gown. When I pulled the sheets up, I looked at my husband and his limp cock. It looked so small. It was just over half as big as Rino’s. It may be small, but I love it and I love him.
When I woke in the morning, I was cuddled up against his back with my arm over him and my hand on his package. I rolled him onto his back and put my face between my legs. I took him in my mouth and sucked him off till he came. I swallowed every drop. He smiled at me, “What brought that on?” I shrugged my shoulders and said that I just had an urge. I cuddled back up to him. That night it was him that initiated sex. He kissed me and fucked me enthusiastically. He still only lasted two minutes, but it was a good two minutes.
Three nights later we were watching TV when the doorbell sounded. I got up to see who it could be. When I opened the door, I saw Jerome and Rick standing there. I quickly stepped outside and shut the door behind me. “What the fuck are you doing here? My husband is home. Get out of here.” He replied, “Hi Slut. We are here to fuck you and show your husband what you have been doing when you go out.” He opened the door and pushed me back inside. My husband stood up from the couch to challenge them. Jerome pushed him back down. “Sit down, shut up and enjoy the show.” Jerome pushed me to my knees in front of him and Rick. They reached down, unzipped their pants and pulled out their black cocks. I opened my mouth.
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