By Kyng Kooba - monsterp1@yahoo.co.uk
(tags - Slutwife, MMMF, interracial)
Second and final part to Black Alley

It was Friday night at one of the most exclusive restaurants in town. Kathy knew her husband Paul must have paid a pretty penny to acquire such a good table. All around, waiters hurried in and out of the kitchen carrying expensive plates of artistically cooked dishes for their high-end clientele. More notable, finely dressed men and women were arriving at the door, having their coats taken and being shown through to the bar area. Normally Kathy would have felt right at home but she was far from a contended woman. Even in the days leading up to their wedding anniversary she had been distracted and moody. Tonight was no different and having hardly touched her food she even avoided making eye contact with her husband. After a string of affairs, here he was, suddenly trying to make it all up to her. Maybe it was that he thought he could that so riled her. That she would happily forgive any indiscretion so easily. No. Something in Kathy had changed. Paul was very handsome and yes, she loved him but tonight she was hungry for more. As she finally locked eyes with him across the table, the anger disappeared and was briefly filled a sense of satisfaction. He’d know her own betrayal soon enough.

‘You look stunning tonight darling’ Paul remarked. Kathy had, in the months after her first ever black fucking at the hands of Ray and Darren taken to dressing herself how, she imagined, they would have seen fit. She was a white, married slut, even if it was for now, unbeknown to her hubby. She smiled. Her dress was purposefully revealing, leading Paul to think it for him. Her perfect, well kept, thirty five year old body deserving of attention. Kathy had taken after her mother, in turn a stunningly elegant woman. Rich, dark hair which fell onto her slender shoulders, the dress just about covered her full, firm thighs and ass but betraying the tops of her suspenders which, beneath the table, were prominently displayed. Her large, beautiful breasts lifted neatly out at the front and held Paul’s longing gaze. ‘I knew you’d forgive me and I promise you I’ll never stray again’. Kathy did not reply, but merely checked herself discreetly in a pocket mirror produced from her handbag. After an awkward pause, Paul produced a felt covered black box with a silver band on the lid. ‘An anniversary gift darling’ he said. As she opened it Kathy gasped and for a second her heart melted. Inside were two of the most stunning diamond earrings she had ever seen, with a lavish, matching chain. There were absolutely delightful and Paul grinned, finally seeing the response he wished for on his wife’s face. ‘Oh… Thank-you Paul’ she gasped, bewildered by the quality of the gift. Pausing, Kathy put them on, fastening the delicate chain around her neck.

After dinner the Waiter took away the plates. He asked if they would like to see the desert tray but the couple declined. Ordering coffee Kathy smoked a cigarette and ran her plan through her mind for the hundredth time. To deny herself on a night like this would be a severe failing on her part. Paul had to know, even if it meant the end of their marriage. Rotating her wedding band around her finger she composed herself. This was the way it had to be. ‘Darling, It’s our anniversary’ she began, sitting forwards in her chair and putting her hand out across the table to collect Paul’s. ‘Tonight I want to give you a surprise’. The expression on her hubby’s face changed and he nodded eagerly, his eyes welcoming his wife’s wonderful cleavage. Checking her watch she smiled and nodded to herself. ‘It’s time to go’. Paul gave a quizzical expression but he was willing to go along with anything for now.

Kathy let Paul take her arm as they walked together towards the car. She thought of his last mistress, the sweet blonde girl barely out of her teens. Had he ever brought her to their home? Her home? In their bed? She had cried her last tears. It was a cold night and had been raining much of the day. The ground was still wet and as evening came to an end the streetlights began to blink into life. They approached the car when Paul suddenly gathered his forcefully in his arms. She let him kiss her, impatient and lust stricken, his hands sliding down onto her ass and pulling her onto his rising cock. ‘Not yet honey’ Kathy smiled. ‘I want you to take me somewhere first’. ‘Feeling kinky eh?’ he beamed. ‘Well I hope it’s not too far’. Checking her watch again Kathy got into the car and crossed her legs. The dress was so short the stocking tops reappeared immediately and with no panties beneath it really left little to the imagination. She knew what she wanted. Just as the rage which still burnt inside her would not be denied. There was no turning back.

Finding the area were Ray and his friend Danny had discovered her months before was more difficult that Kathy had imagined. All the streets looked the same. For an hour they drove, Paul becoming increasingly frustrated at his wife’s whims. Though his irritation with her only fuelled her resolve. Frequently, she reached over and put her hand between his legs, attempting to pacify him while letting him know there would be reward at the end. The streets were mostly deserted. Much as she remembered. Several lost souls huddled around lighted dustbins, the streets on the edge of town home to the most desperate of people. Paul had nothing but contempt for them but Kathy’s heart pounded as the memories came back to her. The dark, the wet and cold, the loneliness and fear she had felt walking these streets alone. At last, a familiar sight. ‘Turn right here and pull up’. Paul let out a long sigh and pulled to the side of the road. Yes, this was it. The building with the broken shop front. The smashed call-box on the street across. Kathy opened the door and stepped out into the night air.

‘Why the fuck are we here?’ Paul looked distastefully around the broken down, boarded up buildings. Most were covered in gang graffiti and litter blowing around the derelict street. A far cry from their lush, four bed-roomed home. Across, a fire burned within. Kathy took several steps towards the light, a sudden gust of wind blowing her back and making her totter on her ‘Gucci’ high heels. Yes, this was the place. It was almost as if some force were willing her back into the car. To go back to her own world and forget what she had done on this forsaken street. Shadows flickered against the stone wall suggesting the movement of people inside. Being there again, brought back all kinds of feelings for her. For a moment she stood, her body aching, willing to be made to feel that way again.

She turned back to see that a black, homeless man pushing a cart full of junk was approaching them. He was mid forties or thereabouts and wore a battered, green army trench-coat. On his head was a thick grey woollen bobble hat that came down low onto his brow, a striking grin and glowing eyes blazing out from beneath. Those eyes were wild. ‘Charity? Charity fo’ a vet’ he said cheerily. ‘Get lost’ Paul spat. The man ignored him but came staggering forward, unfaltering towards Kathy. He walked drunkenly, likely amazed to see such a well presented white couple here in his domain. Reaching into his pocket he produced a paper bag containing a bottle and after taking a swig presented it to her. ‘Hey baby’ he grinned, ‘fo’ the cold’. Kathy put her hands on her hips, letting him run his gaze up and down her body and knowing full well that Paul was watching in disdain. The way he looked at her, right in front of her husband made her feel wonderful and she leant forward to slightly to give him a generous view of her tits.

‘Oh yeah!’ the man beamed, displaying three gold teeth as he took up the generous offer. She posed and returned the smile, his eager eyes recording her fantastic body in all it’s glory. ‘Hey!’ Paul’s voice broke the spell. Kathy gasped at him as he walked over violently and shoved the man on the shoulder. ‘I said fuck off!’ Paul took hold of the mans coat and swung him around so hard he fell heavily onto the road. There was a crack as the bottle in his pocket broke. ‘Damn…fuck’ the man swore, rolling around in the gutter. ‘Stop’ Kathy shouted as Paul made to deliver more punishment. Sneering, he relented and put out his hand. ‘Come oh honey’ he said. ‘Lets get out of here’.

‘Hey baby!’ Kathy knew Ray’s voice right away. The thickly accented tone tinged with subtle menace. It had after all, been in her dreams since her first meeting with the horny Jamaican. For a moment head swam and her heart throbbed. Through the poor light he stood, leaning on a lamp-post not ten feet from were Paul stood, a cigarette between his thick lips. ‘Best leave dat’ brotha’ alone man’. His words were said lightly but there was no request. Paul sensed it and backed towards the car. Ray’s posture and tone demanded respect and Kathy felt her legs go weak. ‘Was wondering when we see yo’ again’ he shouted to her. Trained yo’ good last time eh?’ Paul tilted his head in surprise. ‘What? You know this guy?’ he said. ‘Honey come on, we’re leaving…now’.

Ray blew out a long plume of smoke. ‘Once yo’ go black yo’ neva go back’ he laughed. It was true. Kathy knew. It was her reason for being there and her look said it all. Paul stared at her and their eyes met. There was a look of disbelief in his then suddenly his rage erupted and he ran forward cowardly to kick the kneeling homeless man. From the shadows and with fantastic speed, the coated figure of Danny appeared. He lifted Paul up, a muscular arm locking around her husbands neck which lifted him clean off the ground. It happened so quickly. After a moment gargling and kicking he went still, unconscious. Ray laughed, seeing the look of shock on Kathy’s face. ‘Damn, dat yo’ hubby baby? He one angry white boy. Wha’s he doin’ bring yo’ to dis part of town?’ Kathy looked at both men as they came towards her. Flooded with lust, anger and anguish. They stopping several feet away and Ray let out a long whistle. ‘Forgot wha’ a smoking hot white lady you ar’ he smiled scratching his bristled chin. Having thought about Ray and Danny every day since their last meeting now Kathy was speechless.

‘Fuck…fuck’ the homeless man swore as he inspected the broken bottle in his pocket. Ray laughed and nodded to the sleeping Paul. ‘Relax now Goldy. Dis here lady Kathy’ he smiled. ‘She da pretty white wife of dat piece of shit over there’. Another cold, icy blast blew down the alley. The man named Goldy spread his lips, the precious metal in his teeth catching a light. All three men eyed her up like a piece of white meat. This was incredible. Even then they just took it for granted that they’d end up fucking her. Icy specks of rain began to fall from the sky, making her shiver as they began to land heavier on her back and bare shoulders. The whole experience felt like a dream. Breathing deeply Kathy pulled ridiculously at the short hem of her dress, her head telling her one thing while her heart and pussy quite another.

Danny’s younger, larger frame stood several inches above Ray. Kathy found him extremely attractive. He was dark skinned and dread-locked, his face as last time, poised and focused. A silent yet powerful tinge to his demeanour. ‘Why don’ we go inside and av’ a good look at you baby?’ Ray smiled, his words soaked with suggestion. ‘Alright Ray’ Kathy replied, her voice husky from the excitement and cold. Stepping forward he put his coat around her arms and together they went into the shop front. Underfoot remained as treacherous as ever. Bricks and debris scattered around the floor meant she had to be sure of her footing. The fire burnt as brightly as before and was just as welcome as the first time she had been there. The flames licked against the sides of the metal, sending sparks up through the roof of the building and onward into the nights sky.

Ray took back his coat in order to give himself chance to observe his prey in the light. There was no doubt he liked what he saw. Danny went back for Paul, carrying him through the shop front as Ray gave instruction for him to be tied to an exposed beam in the wall. Her cheating hubby would have a perfect view as events unfolded. As Kathy’s eyes adjusted she saw the black men’s home now had two soiled couches, a gas stove and two mattresses in the adjoining room. Her revenge was so close. When Ray stepped out of the darkness his closeness startled her. She felt her knees tremble, unable to contain herself any longer, putting her arms around his neck she kissed him full on the mouth. The horny Jamaican seemed surprise as he leant in, returning the embrace and sliding his big hands under the dress and onto her ass.

‘Mmm damn yea. You fucking hot lady Kathy’. Already his erection was pressed hard into her belly. As behind her, Goldy beamed and watched with awe, Ray took the dress and dragged it down over the lovely woman’s breasts. She gasped on his forcefulness, rough hands groping her tits and squeezing her flat nipples. Everything was getting to her. ‘I want to suck your dick’ she gasped dropping to her knees and unfastening Ray’s pants. She took his thick dick so violently into her mouth she gagged herself. He throbbed on her tongue, letting out a small groan and thrusting forward gently with his hips. With her fist wrapped tightly around the thick shaft Kathy put her mouth to work, looking up Ray while stroking his shaft rapidly against the back of her throat. It felt good. Natural even, so be blowing another mans cock again with her husband only feet away. ‘Das it…das it Kathy’ Ray smiled as he kicked off his pants completely. His erection was solid, veins massed along his length. Suddenly Danny was beside her, bigger, blacker. A hand came down and fondled her breasts in turn as she took him, bobbing her head willingly on the head of his monster cock. Small beads of spittle began beading off her chin, dribbling down the underside of Danny’s cock and into his huge balls.

From the chair Paul groaned. He was coming too. Quickly Ray helped Kathy to her feet and roughly pulled the dress down completely. Another hand groped keenly between her legs, tracing a finger along her pussy and sending a shudder through her whole body. ‘Damn she fucking ready fo’ dick’ came a vigorous smirk. It was true. Kathy felt true arousal for the upcoming intercourse. Eagerly Ray groped her tits, his aggression taking her breath away. A wave of nervous excitement suddenly intoxicated her. The proximity of the fire lavished her skin and made her throb with anticipation. Here she was with three horny black males taking full advantage. Paul was going to watch and know that he wasn’t the only cheat. Naked but for her stockings and high heels she turned, posing and enjoying the looks of the men. ‘Ma turn…ma turn’ Goldy grinned rubbing his thin, long dick with his hand. His balls were huge and Kathy squatted and cupped them gently.

‘What…oh…oh my god!’ Paul’s voice rose in shock at the sight in front of him. It felt music to her ears. Across the small broken building their eyes met and Kathy winked in satisfaction. Swapping hands she wrapped her fingers around the homeless mans cock and rubbed gently up and down. Goldy was beaming like a schoolboy. All the more when the lovely white woman pulled back his foreskin and rubbed her tongue all over his cock-head. He stiffened immediately, his cock arching as she slid her warm, luscious mouth down over him. ‘See dat whiteboy! Yeah, suck dat fuckin dick lady’ he grinned, pulling her hair behind her ear and eyeing the sparkling anniversary earrings.

Kathy closed her eyes. Her hubby Paul was wide awake now but his words of outrage fell of deaf ears. He took to muttering to himself as she sucked Goldy’s dick greedily. Ray and Danny both stood around her, dicks out and already well sucked. That wouldn’t be enough though. She had seen the look of panic and disbelief in her hubby’s eyes and relished it. Now he knew how she had felt. This was what she wanted but giving up her married pussy was next on the list. All three cocks inside her. Smiling to herself in satisfaction she slurped Goldy’s dick noisily as he taunted Paul. Her spittle dripping off her chin and running down his length. ‘Like dat!…See what happening now eh muthafucka. Mess wit’ me eh?’.

‘Ready to fuck me boys?’ Kathy grinned, curling her hair around her finger girlishly. ‘Yo wife like it big n black now’ laughed Goldy at the helpless Paul. With all eyes on her perfect ass Kathy walked over to the couch. As she climbed on the material damp, cold seeped instantly through her stocking knees. She made what she felt was a nice target of her rear and looked over her shoulder at the group gathered behind her. Her hubby’s face was a picture, mouth agape in disbelief. Especially so as Ray strolled up, his dark brown meat swinging from side to side. Gently he reached beneath her with one hand, caressed her tits and penetrated with the other. Maybe it was the fact that Paul was so close at hand to watch but Kathy knew she was going to come quickly. It took Ray two attempts before his cock parted Kathy’s pussy lips and began working it’s way between her legs. She forced out a cry as she felt him thrust, impatiently at her, gripping the head of the couch, her fingers clasped tight as he let loose again and again. Her heart was racing and in moments Ray was pounding her from behind. ‘She like dat black dick son’ Goldy laughed slapping Paul’s shoulder playfully.

Kathy cried out over and over as Ray’s big dick rutted her furiously and his balls slapped noisily on her ass. The sound of them fucking reverberated around the small bricked building. With a whimper she came, dropping her head onto her forearm and releasing a series of desperate wails. She was close to tears with pleasure. ‘Damn she wet’ Ray gasped, blowing and gasping, his hands grasping Kathy’s hips while feeding her his long, dark length. The hot, white slut jerked forwards brutally on his savage strokes. Taking him to the balls, deep and bare in her married pussy. ‘Goin blow ma nut’ he groaned, roaring with delight as he unloaded a series of stiff, final thrusts. Relaxing her grip on the couch Kathy let her palpation’s settle. She had come twice on her first fuck. What did that say about her? What next? For what seemed like an age they remained locked before Ray gently slid his soaked dick from inside her.

Turning onto her back Kathy parted her legs, happy with the first load in her belly but aware others were waiting. This was only the start. Beneath her the couch felt warm and wet. Dreamily she looked up through the broken roof and found a sky full of stars. It had turned into a clear night. Then tracing a finger along her wet pussy she smiled at her hubby. His expression was one of horror. They had been married for years and now, well, she was very different from the woman he once knew. Now they were face to face. ‘Good’ though Kathy. He could watch perfectly while she fucked Danny’s big, black dick. Forward the young bull stepped, gathering her legs back and making an expert target of her hole. Anticipation swept through her as the biggest cock in the room stood foreboding and intent between her thighs. Taking himself in his fist Danny rubbed the head up and down against her slightly open cunt lips. His arms pinned her legs helplessly in the air to the sides with such authority that Kathy felt herself come as soon as the big man started to penetrate her. She was so wet, gasping as she felt herself stretch to take him. Before she knew it she was moaning out loud, in a delirium as Danny fed her his cock. From the floor, Paul had a perfect view of Danny’s balls flattening against his wife on each stroke.

After ten minutes her lower body felt numb. Danny fucked her with slow, deep strokes. For the most part she wasn’t aware of what she was saying. Just begging the black stud to keep fucking her the way he was. She could feel every inch of his dick inside her, snapped out of the trace only by Goldy’s cock suddenly appeared in her face and rubbing against her mouth. Turning her head she took him, the cock-head bulging off the inside of her cheek. She sucked his cock-head dutifully, servicing two at once. A gasp betrayed the fact that he lover was reaching a peak. ‘Come in me Danny’ Kathy heard herself gasp seconds before a torrent of hot, come squirted powerfully into her womb. Lingering a moment he pulled out, his dick wet and oily and the tip and masked in a wax of creamy sperm. Sliding a hand between her legs Kathy felt herself well with black seed. Her chest rose and fell, heart ready to explode.

‘Damn’ Goldy grinned taking over immediately. He stepped forward and began fingering Kathy’s open cunt with two fingers. The friction felt good, everything on show for the men. ‘C’mon lady, push sum dat nigga come out ya’. Wanting to please she forced down, once, then twice before a small wad of jizm bubbled from her hole and onto the couch. ‘Stop dat man’ grinned Ray. ‘S’about putting our loads in her, not taking em out’. ‘Well I sure got a load for dis fucking ho’ Goldy shrugged. ‘Aint fucked no whi’ woman in a long time’. He quickly pinned open her legs, gasping stale air in Kathy’s face as he pushed his way effortlessly inside her. She placed her hands on his ass, enjoying the rhythm as he bounded furiously against her and driving her against the couch. It was a good, desperate fuck. Goldy gasped out his delight. His heavy balls slapped firmly against her ass making her smile as she imagined the perfect view Paul must have had, a line of semen leaking out of her and down the front of the couch. Kathy’s shoes were still attached, positioned towards the ceiling. However, one of her heels came flying off under the brutal fucking Goldy dished out.

Quickly he pulled out and changed position, turning her onto her knees and fucking hard from behind. Arching her back against him she realised tears of joy were running down her face. Brushing back her hair, Ray crouched and put his cock in her face for good measure, his lips spreading into a grin as she dutifully sucked him best she could. While his friends ruined Kathy, Danny sat and went through Paul’s pockets. Despite the odd insult the hubby did nothing to resist. In front of him his lovely wife was being black fucked by a horny, homeless studs. The look on her face one of delirium. The image spoke for itself. Goldy withdrew quickly and danced around the couch. His oily, come stained dick penetrated her lovely mouth and abusing it with rapid strokes. Gasping, he unloaded, splattering the back of her throat before pulling out and laying several more spurts on her face.

Kathy opened her eyes. The steady feel of warm semen running slowly down her face. Taking the older man again in her mouth the combined taste of herself and salty seed on his dick was agreeable to her. Gingerly she stood, pushing her hair behind her ear. Laughter came from around her. It was like the whole world didn’t matter anymore. There was only here and now. ‘That was wonderful’ she smiled at Goldy. ‘Was ma’ pleasure lady’ he replied. Glancing at her hubby Kathy unclipped the anniversary earrings and put them in his hand. ‘These are for you’ she smiled. ‘I’m sorry my husband was such a jerk’.

A smile erupted on her lips as Ray led her keenly over to the mattress. His dick was erect again. Roughly she lay back and let her legs be spread back. Pushing effortlessly in he began fucking with short strokes. ‘Got to make da most’ he grinned in her face. ‘Not every day we get a fine lady like dis along’. Closing her eyes Kathy listen to the sound of her own gasps and groans. Ray had never been in the best shape and he was breathing heavy. Still, he fucked her for what seemed like an age. Finally she felt him pull out and seconds later, splatter her tits with thick, warm come.

When she opened her eyes Danny was about to fuck her again. Across the room, by the fire Ray was standing by Paul and wiping his dick on her discarded dress. He grinned while he did, a deliberate statement of ownership towards her husband. The sound of Kathy and Danny mating bounded around the broken, brick walls one last time. As his friend screwed her Ray brought her handbag over to him, sat down and went through it. He took some cash from her purse as well as her mobile phone and a small broach. Pushing himself up onto his arms Danny gazed down at the beautiful woman, her sparkling necklace. He would leave her with that, if nothing else. As he drove into her body the second high heel came loose under the strain of his fucking and swung on her ankle by the strap. ‘How you doing there Kathy’ Ray sniffed, squatting down and feeling each of Kathy’s breasts. She smiled up at him, accepting of her perfect heaven.

24 months later…..

Kathy looked out from the kitchen window over her garden. She was working in property again and had in fact moved to a better paid position in the city. Out in the garden her one year old son Marcus was playing under her careful watch. She often wondered which of the three men she had met on ‘black’ alley was father to her son. He did, if anything possess many of Danny’s characteristics. Paul was now a distant memory. He had in fact, left her shortly after that night. That was to be expected. She knew Paul and knew he would never get over what he had seen. Though she felt some guilt for what she had done she knew the blame lay with him. Her life had changed for the better.

Fictional IR story by
Kyng Kooba

Mr Millar smiled to himself when he saw thirty year old Jenny Williamson stepping out from her rear porch. His mood had not been good that morning. For over three weeks the cities heat-wave had rolled on and Millar had been cursing it each and every day. Outside was desperately humid and inside even worse. It reminded the old man of his time in Korea were every menial task was of up-most effort. Already Millar was resigned to drinking beer in his garden and listening to his old portable radio. Yet even in the shade his clothes were soon stuck to his skin in clammy patches. Then, the shapely mom of two appeared. The lovely Jenny. Millar was pleased to see that the orange and yellow bikini his neighbour wore didn’t leave much to the imagination. Jenny’s 32dd breasts moved considerably in the small top as she came barefoot down the steps. Her lush, healthy white skin appeared well oiled with sun-cream and her hair was tied back with a bangle. A pair of retro sunglasses were lifted up on her forehead, a towel and radio in either hand.

‘Damn yeah!’ he smirked to himself. ‘Dat’s one fine white ho’. Despite his seventy six years of age the old pervert admired the younger woman greatly. Since Jenny, a recent widow, and her two young daughters had moved in six months ago, he had done everything he could to help out.

‘Hi Mr Millar’. Jenny saw the old man leering at her as usual from the yard next door. He seemed a nice, old guy but the way he always looked at her sometimes made her skin crawl. Still, with her daughters Lisa and Jenny at school this was the only time of day she had to herself. The old man grinned at her, dropping his horny eyes to her chest and discreetly sliding his hand into his pocket. Even from across the yard, Jenny couldn’t fail to notice the enormous cock pushing through his cotton pants.

‘Hi there Missy, catching some sun?’ Though she didn’t find him in any way attractive Jenny was always friendly with Millar. She reasoned it couldn’t do any harm and with money problems mounting up he was always good for a $20 here and there. The loss of her hubby Sam, not to mention all the gambling bills he had run up along the way had left her high and dry. Hardly a day were by without a bailiff or debt collector knocking on her door. The house itself was rented but practically falling down. As only one of perhaps three white families on the whole block Jenny was thankful that her place was just outside the nearby, drug fuelled ghetto. She needed all the help she could get and despite his age the old man was also great at fixing things around the house. With all the cash he’d told her he’d saved away from his war pension she had wondered why he chose to stay. Then Millar was the stubborn type and having lived in his place for forty years, wasn’t about to give it up. To Jenny, he always looked ill and part of her felt it wouldn’t hurt to indulge in some harmless flirting. After all, she never saw any family and when he croaked there was always a chance he’d leave her something in his will.

‘Hey’ she grinned. ‘Just going to sunbathe in the garden a while’. Running his tongue around his lips Millar nodded.

‘Sure thing honey’. Damn she was hot. Taking his stick he went over to his lounger and took a swig from a can of warm beer. His mouth was so dry and it tasted good. He had a pack in a cooler behind the chair and was already halfway through. Damn, he drank too much. The sight of prominent, white pussy had stirred something deep in his loins. He could feel his heart pounding, blood racing and 11” of prime, black snake swelling up in his pants. With a grin he waited a moment, put down the can and limped over to his favoured crack in the fence. His leg had been injured by a grenade in the war and still gave him trouble. Plus he didn’t breath as well as he used to either. Probably the cigarettes. Always damn short of breath and with pains in his chest. Millar squatted down gradually and levelled his eye at the hole in the wood. Luckily Jenny was already putting out her towel, bending right over and giving another great view of her tits and hourglass figure. Even after having her two kids she sure was a hot fucking bitch. Unzipping quietly he slid his long dick into his hand and started stroking. It took him a while. After a minute or so he’d stiffened up completely, exposing the bulbous head of his uncut cock as he jerked off.

Jenny flicked her sunglasses into place then rested back on her elbows. Putting the radio to her favourite station she took a deep breath. She was a trained nurse. Unfortunately the only hospital nearby was a private clinic with no part-time vacancies. As she pondered her options she heard the grunts from the old man as he beat his big dick behind the fence. He was noisy and unashamed. Part of it disgusted her but Millar’s lust was the least of her problems. Closing her eyes she popped on her headphones and dreamt of happier times.

‘Maybe the old bastard will have a heart attack’ she smiled to herself. Indeed, Millar's heart began to pound, bad for his angina but great for his dick. Faster he rubbed. White pussy, tight and wet. Mmm. He bet she was a good fucking ride. With a gasp he lurched forward, the first squirt of discoloured, white seed belching with force onto the fence and followed by two more that squirted onto the floor between his knees. He hadn’t emptied his balls for more than a week. It was a big load for sure, stringy and thick. Sighing, he looked once more at the hot mom and tucked himself away.

Two weeks later….

Jenny needed a reason to let her hair down. Her week had been terrible. First Jenny had been sick, then her car had broken down on the way to what would have been her first job interview since moving to Baltimore. It had taken almost all she had to get it fixed. She’d stopped opening what she believed to be bills and as such had found a less than polite letter from her landlord pinned to her front door. ‘Come up with $300 or your out’. What could she do? When one of her old friends had invited her out on a hen-night she’d been delighted. Sure, she couldn’t afford it but hell. It might be just what she needed. Jenny needed a man, yet it was still so soon after Sam. He’d been a bastard but hell, she still loved him. It would do her good to meet new people.

Sheila was getting married the following week and since seven o’clock a party of twelve women had been moving bar-to-bar. Thankfully her friend was picking up the tab too. Jenny wore her hair down on her shoulders with a silver, low-cut dress that fit several inches above the knee. A pair of clear, ankle strapped heels looked good with the outfit. It was one of the only nice dresses she had left and in fact the one she’d met her departed Sam in. He’d fucked her the same night and as a result Lisa had come into the world. Several of the women in the group were a little worse for wear to say the least but they were all having a good time. As the music blared and men stared, the women danced around their handbags, spilling drinks and swapping stories. Mrs Elijah from across the street had promised to look after Jenny’s girls for the night. Was she a bad mother for leaving them? A cry went up, snapping Jenny from her memory and one of the women emerged with a tray of shots. It was going to be a long night.

The next morning Sheila’s fiancée dropped Jenny off. The spare room at her friends apartment had been comfortable but her head was aching from all the booze. She remembered little aside from multiple trays of shots and brief fumble with a man whose mobile number now resided in her handbag. He’d been wearing a wedding ring. Jenny sighed sadly. Stumbling on the path she tried to get her keys from her bag and dropped them on the floor.

‘Mrs Williamson’. Jenny’s heart sank as the all too familiar voice of her Landlord came from behind her. Landlord Walter Goesch was a late 40’s, slim man with polished features and greying hair. He had a tendency to wear a suit in almost all weathers and always smelt strongly of hair grease. She turned, too tired for an argument and realised the older man had been eyeing her ass as she picked up her keys.

‘Mr Goesch’ she sighed. She knew what was coming. Her last warning on rent had been more than ten days ago. The man folded his arms. He had obviously been waiting in his car for her to arrive. His beady stare lingering on her lovely cleavage.

Millar had been up most of the morning. He didn’t sleep much anyway and had taken his morning coffee into the yard when the sound of a man’s raised voice alerted him. Taking his stick he walked over to the crack in the fence. A man in a tan suit was giving Jenny a firm dressing down. He’d seen him around a few times. Millar oddly felt a protective surge for his neighbour and cursed through his teeth.

‘Enough cash to party eh?’ Goesch sneered eyeing Jenny’s outfit. ‘But not enough to keep your children with a roof over their head’. Bowing her head she realised how it looked.

‘Just another few days’ she sighed, her gaze lingering on the floor. Goesch laughed then his face turned into a smirk. He looked around the yard slyly, handling his cock through his trouser pocket. ‘I’m not…unreasonable. Perhaps we could come to another arrangement?’ Jenny knew what he meant immediately. Licking a drop of drool away from the corner of his mouth his lurid stare lingered. It was more than she could bare. Stepping forward he placed a greasy hand on her shoulder, his fingers cold, eyes falling to her chest.

‘Dinner later….or the money you owe’ he grinned letting his touch trickle over her breast.

Goesch turned and left. As soon as she heard his car start Jenny let her handbag drop to the floor. In a moment she crumpled and put her head in her hands. Anger, shame. She couldn’t bare it. Suddenly a voice appeared in her head. ‘Pull yourself together’. Sure, she’d fuck her landlord. She’d fuck his brains out if it kept a roof over her and her girls head. Even if she’d hate herself for it.

‘Hey honey’. Mr Millar appeared on the other side of the fence. He was always an early riser and Jenny should have known he’d be around. ‘Couldn’t help but hear’. The old man grinned broadly. He had a cigarette in his mouth and casually lit it. His manner surprised her. For a moment he scratched his chin, paused for what seemed an age then gave a long drag on his smoke.

‘Listen honey….I knows you got money problems. Shit. I got’s a proposition for ya’. Jenny tilted her head. She would listen to anything.

‘I likes you honey. I likes you a lot. You gives ME sum of dat white pussy….i’ll give you $800 cash here n now’. Millar grinned when he saw the effect his offer had on the lovely woman. Her eyes widened and her face went blank in surprise.

‘Oh my’ she mouthed quietly.

‘Yep, got more money than I have call for. Sort your Landlord out. Maybe even get little Jenny n Lisa dat swing they been wanting’. Jenny stood shakily then took a little step back. This was crazy. Here she was being solicited by her seventy five year old black neighbour. It didn’t seem real. ‘Got’s me a mind to fuckin you Jenny. Be nice to see you tell that sum-bitch to stick it up his ass too’ Millar added with a laugh. It was true. The first offer that morning had just been bettered. Amazingly she felt empowered, sliding her hands up onto her hips as the decision bounced around in her head.

‘$1000’ she said giddily.

‘Ok’ Millar laughed, ‘but I gets to nut that pussy bare’. $1000’ she repeated to herself. ‘You have the money here?’

‘Sure. Want to see it?’ Just what had she done?

Jenny stood, amazed as the old man hobbled into his house. Moments later he reappeared a stack of fresh, clean notes in his hand. ‘$1000’ he said, lifting the latch and stepping into her garden. Her heart was pounding and her head span. ‘You know yo’ look perfect for black fuckin honey’ he replied. ‘You ever had nigga dick?’ Swallowing dryly she shook her head. ‘Good’ grinned Millar, ‘was hopin’ not’. The garden was quite enclosed. Even the gate was surrounded by overgrown hedges. It was as private as it could be.

‘There’ Millar grinned nodding to the old mattress that had been standing by the garden wall since Jenny had moved in. She’d just been waiting for opportunity to get rid of it. ‘Help me here’ he grinned and together they pulled it out onto the lawn. The old man was breathing heavily and for a moment Jenny wondered if he’d even be able to perform. ‘Now get dat fucking dress off honey’ he grinned, answering all questions.

Putting her hands up her back Jenny unzipped and slid the dress off her shoulders. The man took a step towards her, his eyes wide as her bra and panties came into view. Without much effort the dress fell down to her ankles. Stepping out of it she squeezed her hands together awkwardly. ‘One fucking hot body’ he sighed to himself, gaze roaming over her. ‘Fuck yeah’. His eyes were wild and alive. Even Jenny felt something. Maybe it was the money but she felt an energy she’d not experienced in a long time. She helped Millar take off his shirt and trousers. His leg was in bad shape, an old wound perhaps but she tried not to notice. Perhaps she needed to keep it businesslike. When she pulled down his boxers her eyes widened in shock. The old man was huge. Easily the biggest cock she’d ever laid eyes on. His dick was long and thick with matted grey hair above and two solid balls beneath as big as oranges.

‘What you think of ‘dat?’ he grinned, appreciating her reaction. Jenny didn’t reply. She was so staggered.

‘It’s been a long time since…’

‘Now lets get dat fuckin bra off you’. Without a word she stood and unclipped. Millar began to wank gently, muttering to himself before she slid the bra down her arms and let it drop to the floor. ‘Dats right, get your tits out. Lets see em’ he grinned as she pulled down her panties. He was enjoying this all right. Eyeing her naked except for her silver high heels.

Millar sat on the mattress. His huge cock pointing up in the air. Quickly he motioned for Jenny to sit by him. He was hard, breathing heavily on her arm. His breath felt sticky on her, lips cracked, dry and stained by tobacco. Gently, Jenny put her hand around the shaft and began to rub. She gained an immediate effect feeling the old cock pulsing in her palm. Millar’s lips spread into a grin as his erection maintained, standing up proudly.

‘Gonna suck me a little first?’ he smiled. Jenny nodded, got onto her knees, overcome with the event. She paused, realising how crazy this was. The man cock was not particularly clean. ‘Sorry honey but I ain’t had a bath for a while. ‘Gonna let dat get in the way of $1000 dollars?’ Closing her eyes she pushed her sweet lips down over the head, feeling the foreskin slide back. It tasted dry and salty but she pressed on, taking him down her throat. ‘Fuck fuck yeah!’ he gasped. Lovingly she sucked, milking the base of the shaft with her hand and drawing appreciative groans from her guest.

‘That’s it honey’ grinned Millar. Cupping her other hand around his considerable balls she squeezed them gently. It had been so long. Jenny had never held such a big dick. A need to punish herself took hold. She sucked it greedily, feeling the old mans hands fondling her tits. Involuntary tears welled in her eyes as she gagged once then twice. His meat seemed to throb in her mouth as she choked herself with it. Jenny felt the big balls tighten and the old man shudder in a groan of delight. His sperm flooded into the back of her mouth and was halfway down her throat before she could think. Coughing she swallowed once then twice, chugging his salty load down.

When Jenny let up long strands of saliva stretched down to Millar’s giant cock tip. Her lips felt stretched and her eyes watered from the strain. Spittle was dribbling down the dark skin. Turning onto her knees she pushed her ass out at Millar. Somehow it was changing her. A gasp erupting from her mouth as his rough finger penetrated her pussy. Gently he pushed to the knuckle, withdrew and forced back again. A second finger followed. Gasping in pleasure she dropped her face to the mattress. Millar was on his knees now. A firm hand controlling her hip as he flicked her crack with the head of his monstrous dick. Her whole body felt pulsed, then she felt him push at her lips. Once, twice making her whince. Then a strong third attempt saw her pussy spread to take him.

‘Oh my god!’ Jenny gasped clutching the raw material beneath her. A grin spread over Millar’s face as inch by inch he forced himself up inside her.

‘Damn you tight baby’ he smiled. Despite two kids she was certainly that.

Drawing back Millar admired the wet juice of the woman’s pussy covering his dark skin. Firmly he rammed forward, a matching pain in his chest awoke but it felt so good. With a grunt he thrust again. In moments Jenny was giving up wails of desperation as he fucked her. He felt the power. Fucking a white mom in her own yard. Her pussy juice running down his shaft.

‘Don’t stop…don’t stop’ she gasped as he thrust against her. His balls slapped firmly against her body. Then with a long, desperate wail she came. The pleasure couldn’t be described. Jenny was close to crying with it. When his dick slid free she turned onto her back, legs spread. Now able to look up at her lover. Millar pressed one leg back and gently pressed his cock against her pussy. She swallowed him up and gasping he started fucking with short strokes. He was going to come.

Jenny’s mouth hung open. She felt the heavy balls meeting against her, the cock head ramming up inside her belly. She had never felt so filled. Raising himself up onto his arms the old man gasped.

‘Gonna shoot ma load’ he whimpered.

‘Oh god come inside me’ Jenny heard herself wail. He thrust finally and felt his jizm surging up his shaft towards Jenny’s welcoming pussy. Several seconds past before he withdrew, happy to have deposited all his seed.

That afternoon.

Goesch walked up the path in his suit. He had been looking for a excuse to nail Jenny Williamson for weeks. Now was his chance. She wouldn’t be dumb enough to refuse him. Opening the garden gate he was confronted by a content looking woman hanging washing.

‘You don’t look ready for a date my dear’ he sighed angrily. ‘I thought we had an agreement’. Jenny paused a smile on her face. With one had she pulled out $400.

‘That’s a start’ she said. Goesch was gob-smacked. His face priceless. She watched him stumbled out into his car bewildered. Millar had watched it all and winked at her over the fence. His seed was running down her inside thigh but it felt proper. She returned her old lover's smile.

It was one of those cold winter evenings and I was alone, Rob was away for 2 weeks on business, I missed him so much. I grabbed a TV dinner and a glass of wine and curled up on the settee, there was this travel programme on TV, it was about Jamaica, white fine sands, swaying palms and a turquoise blue sea, what I would give to be there now!

I was lying on the beach at Sandals Royal Caribbean Resort, the warmth of the sun caressing my body, the sound of the waves kissing the soft sand, that evening I decided to go into the capital, Kingston, the streets thronged with people, reggae music playing in the background, I picked a table outside this bar and ordered a rum punch and started to people watch, it was not long before I heard this voice behind me.

. “Excuse us dear lady" came a heavy Jamaican masculine voice.

I looked up and two very good looking, tall, dark Jamaican men in their 30s were standing in front of me. My cleavage was very visible as were my nipples in this almost see through blouse I was wearing, the short mini skirt showing most of my legs I sat back slightly, I felt their hard gaze appraising my body.

"Yes, what is it?" I asked.

"Well, Dear lady, you are alone, that is easy to see, a beautiful lady like you should not be alone in Kingston ."

"Well, I am alone, please don’t bother me. "

The other man signalled something to the first and I watched as they both smiled.

"My brother wants to know if we can help you, perhaps see a movie to help you enjoy yourself and relax. Oh, he cannot speak."

"That’s just what I need," I said a little sarcastically.

With that they both sat down in the vacant chairs and ordered drinks including another one for me. After a while I slowly warmed to them and we ended up being quite friendly, when he reached out his hand and pulled me firmly but gently to my feet I did not resist. They were both well over 6 feet tall and very muscular, their skin the colour of coal. As I stood I noticed a long bulge down each of their trouser legs which made me squirm with a familiar feeling between my legs. They were both dressed smart casually. I stood there wondering what to do, call for help or go along with the invitation.

The one that spoke introduced himself as Winston and his brother was Michael. Winston took my hand and we walked into a warren of back streets still full of people, lots of bars and little shops. We came to this little movie house and Winston bought the tickets. I think it was a romance of some sought but I did not really care. I was looking at the bulges in their trousers, they were growing.

We went into a movie and it was so early that we three were the only ones there. Winston took us to the very front row saying he did not like people walking in front of him. We sat down and I was between them. The arms between the seats went up so we were sort of sitting on a love seat, well, the previews were going and I felt a hand brush my bare leg. It was Michael, the one that could not speak. I touched his hand and smiled and I did not move it away. The bulge was almost all the way to his knee now; I drew in my breath because he smiled wider. Then Winston's hand touched my other leg and I looked at him and he was smiling too. The bulge had grown the other way with him. I could see it was at least up to his belt and maybe more. I sat there thinking my mind racing and finally said, "I have to go pee, be right back guys." I said. When I got up I kissed each of them on the lips and went to the rest room. I went in and , I undid the button on my blouse down to just above my waist and the skirt was unbuttoned to just below my pussy. I walked back and sat down between them and they had noticed the undone buttons, my nipples were hard and swollen now. The hands went back to my legs now and they were at the knees.

I moved my legs apart so that one was on each of their legs and my skirt pulled open. Their hands stayed on my knees and I took them and put them up till they were just below my pussy and under my skirt. I was soaking wet already. Winston turned towards me and said, "So Lady, what else is there we can do for you tonight?" I pulled his face to mine and kissed him deep, his tongue darting into my mouth taking my breath away. Suddenly my left breast was being massaged and then my right had Michael’s mouth on the nipple. My legs were apart further now and a finger slipped into my wet pussy. They both had huge hands and long fingers. My hips went forward onto the finger and soaked it with an orgasm. I turned to Winston and slipped my hand inside his shirt and I was right, his cock was above his waist and all the way to his navel, the head was thick and there was pre-cum leaking out. Winston smiled and said, "Oh lovely lady, are you ready to finish what you are starting?" "I laughed a little and said, "The question is, are you two ready to finish what you are starting."

The movie went on so the theatre was dark. There were still only us three in the theatre. I opened my blouse all the way so that my breasts were out in the open. I unbuttoned the skirt all the way to the waist band and pulled my legs all the way apart over their legs. I opened Winston’s pants and let his throbbing cock out and was amazed by the length, must have been 10 to 11 inches, I turned to Michael and took his cock out, it was about the same length only thicker. Suddenly I felt hands on my breasts from behind and Winston had my tits in his huge hands massaging them both. Michael snuggled up and sucked the nipples biting them hard as Winston fed them to him. I leaned forward and found Michael’s cock near my face and took it into my mouth, sucking it in a few inches at a time until it went past the back of my throat. He leaned back letting me get to his full length and soon I felt it bulging at my base of my throat in front. His hairs tickled my nose and I began going up and down on him. Winston was behind me and he was fingering me with four fingers and then his hand slipped into me. "Oh fuck yes" I moaned. "Yes, do it." He began fisting me as I sucked Michael off and was rewarded by a huge load of cum spurting down my throat. I sat up and went to Winston and pushed him back taking his cock into my mouth. After a while he rewarded me with his load of cum. I sat up almost totally nude, my clothes scattered on the floor. "Look guys, I need some serious fucking, can we leave before we get arrested." I said. They dressed and helped me and we left, my arms around their waists.

We walked past people looking at us, my breasts swaying and barely staying in my blouse that I had not really buttoned up much, my skirt was buttoned to just at my pussy and my thong was gone.. We went to a nice BMW and Winston opened the back door and let me in. I got in and he got in behind me and Michael drove. Inside I attacked him again pulling out his cock and sitting on it all at once. He leaned back and let me ride him till I felt him swell and fill me. "Oh damn that was good." I moaned. "Michael, switch and do me please." I said. He pulled over and got in the back seat. I was now totally naked and pulled him out and sank him into me. They both hit bottom and drove me wild, soon we pulled to a gate and Winston put in a code and drove through when they opened. I looked up while still sitting on Michael and watched as we drove down a long drive to a house. I got out, naked, Michael got out, now shirt and pulled off his pants and tossed them back in the car. Winston got out dressed but tossed his shirt off. He opened the door and I walked in between them.

They led me through the house and to a patio that had a nice rain forest look, rocks, a pond that had lots of foam and then I saw two more men stand up, both in tee shirts and shorts, both had big bulges in them. “

“Dale, Jim, this is Venetia , she wants to be taken care of well.”

All had Jamaican accents and Dale and Jim dropped their shorts and both were hung like stallions. Winston was naked too now and they took me to a sort of flat couch/bed and laid me on it. Then my legs were spread and tied at the ankles and my arms out at chest level tied also. It did not hurt but I felt a little afraid, then a good looking woman about 50 stepped out, naked with large breasts, huge dark erect nipples and carrying a huge dildo. She had a type of whip in her hand and was laughing as she came towards me.

"What have my sons brought home to play with tonight?" she said.

"This is Teresa our Mother." Winston said.

"Good, another little white slut to make our slave."

"Yes Mother" all said at one time.

"Now, slut, you want my sons to train you to enjoy real men?"

"Oh yes, please, please fuck me." I heard myself saying.

"You gave her the drug already Winston?"

"Yes Mother." he said.

"But I never took any drugs." I protested.

"Dear, she said very close to my face, drugs can be given in many ways. In your case, He slipped it into you pussy while playing with you at the movies. Didn't you notice you wanted to fuck more?"

"Yes, yes I did, but I love fucking anyway."

She leaned down and kissed me then got over my face.

"Open slave, open your mouth."

She leant over me and placed a huge nipple in my mouth and told me to suck it and at the same time I felt fingers exploring my wet open pussy.

"Now dear, we shall discipline you." and a whip came down across my tits leaving red marks.

"Oh, damn, that hurt" I yelled.

"Gag the slave Michael." He did and tied it good so I could not really yell. Then the whip came down again and hit my nipples drawing blood this time. She moved around my body even aiming between my legs while one of her sons held my pussy lips apart and hit the clit several times making me jump and at the same time arousing me again. She stopped and said, "Okay, now fuck her for a couple hours, make sure to fill her to the brim with your cum. I was entered by first one then another till I had three cocks in me deep pounding me hard.. Orgasms followed one after another then they switched and filled me again..

After a while I was feeling great from the cocks and cum and she came out again and began whipping me again.

"You will find out that sex and pain are the same Slave, you will be whipped then fucked and whipped then fucked again all night, you will have no will of your own except to be a white slave for anyone I say." she said laughing making me fear but also making me want more.

"I have one request." I said quivering.

"What is that slave?"

"Please fuck me too, please."

"Untie her and bring her to my bed." she told them and they did. My legs were weak and they carried me and put me on the bed. The dried blood was on the sheets and the Mother put on a large dildo and got on the bed and grabbed my nipples and pulled them hard from my chest and made me moan with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.

"Good slave, you feel pleasure."

"Yes." I said and kissed her deep. She laid back and told me to suck her dildo. It was huge and long. I took it in and began sucking it when she suddenly pushed my head down on it making it go into my throat. She let me go up and down some then held my head down on it. It was blocking me breathing and I began to move and her sons held me down. I was not able to breathe and was needing air.

"Feel good now you white slut." she said laughing.

I could not move and still she held my head down the dildo blocking my airway. I passed out and came around I did not know how long later. She was on top of me riding my pussy with her dildo.

"Back with us Slave?"

"Yes Mother." I said. "Good, do it again, suck my cock." I moved to it and knew it was going to happen again and it did. She held my head down and again I passed out. Again I woke to her fucking me with the dildo.

"Again slave." she laughed and again I swallowed the dildo and again passed out, I do not know how many times this happened but I found myself under one of her sons being fucked hard. He filled me and another man mounted me and another until they had all filled me again and again. I was a rag doll now and moved as they wanted to move me. I had dildos in me and all sorts of things, some toys and some not. I looked down and saw a needle pushing into my arm then a feeling all over me of warmth and a fog in my mind. I do not remember much after that and all I know is I was sore as I woke up dripping cum and my body having been cleaned off but red stripes all over my body.

Mother was there. "Time to see if everything worked Dear." she said and she dressed me and we walked out and went downstairs. The room was full of people all dressed formally. "This is Venetia , our new white slave. She will do anything with anybody. Just tell her what you want her to do." I looked at her and suddenly felt myself floating.

"Take off your clothes." said a man. I did and dropped them on the floor. "Damn, very good training." he told Mother. Another person looked at me and pointed to the corner, "Suck him” I knelt in front of a very old black man who’s skin was wrinkled , his eyes red and tired, most of his teeth had gone, his thin bony fingers rubbing his cock through his material of his trousers. I undid his zip and took his huge hard knarled shaft glistening with precum on the flanged head and closed my mouth over it and sucked and licked until he spurted his hot cum inside me, some of it dribbling down my chin onto my breasts.

"Now fuck his dog" another man said and a guy lifted me up and put on all fours, the old guy commanded the dog, a large scraggy haired thing to mount me like he was mounting his bitch on heat, somebody helped the dog get his hard cock into my pussy and he thrust in all the way to his balls, he then started fucking me hard and fast, to the shouts and comments of the watchers who were egging the dog on ,I kept having orgasms over and over until I collapsed on the floor full of hot doggie cum.

A woman then said “Suck the dogs cock slave”

So I crawled over to the dog and slid underneath him and took hold of his still hard cock that was covered in our cum and slowly started to lick it all over and then slid it into my mouth, the dog started to fuck again, I held his cock so it wouldn’t go to far and let him fuck me, I was rewarded with another gush of his hot cum down my throat, I was then aware of something rubbing my sopping wet pussy, I looked round and found the old man naked kneeling on the floor his giant cock in his hands rubbing the massive head up and down the opening. I was then splattered with thick globes of his cum spurting over my legs and belly.

"Let me show you something else." Mother said. “ Venetia , sit on that shiny pole."

I went to a smooth gold pole about foot high on a base on the floor. "Everyone ready?" Mother and then she turned a dial and I felt me body convulse, electric shocks went through me and I collapsed as it stopped..

"She will do anything even if it means she dies." I heard mother say.

"Shock her again" a woman said, Mother said “Sit on it again so we can watch you get shocked again."

I heard myself say "Yes." and did as she said. The woman took the dial and I again shook as the current went through me. I head her laughing through a cloud and people clapping as my body jerked and writhed, spurting cum over the floor and my legs and then I fell to the floor.

"Again Venetia ," someone said and I did it again. "Fuck, look, she is having multiple orgasms, the floor is soaked."

I heard myself say, "Please, make me cum again."

Another shock ripped through me and I was out on the floor. I woke to the sound of drums beating a fast and heavy rhythm, several men and women were around me cheering each other on as one after another fucked me in any open hole that was free, I was covered in cum and having intense orgasms that just wouldn’t stop, I could hear myself screaming obscenities as wave after wave of unstoppable lust surged through my willing body, other couplings were taking place in the room as well. I watched through a haze as other women were being ravaged by huge black studs. Some were trying the pole, others coupling with the old man and his horny dog, some fucking, one on one, other in 3somes and 4somes..

After a while I felt the effects of the drug wear off and I just layed back and watched the orgy of raw sex continue but it was not long before Winston and Michael their black naked bodies shining with sweat and cum came over to me and pulled me to my feet, their huge cocks swinging in front of them as they frogmarched me over to a wooden frame, they tied my wrists and ankles to the frame so that I was completely exposed, my cum covered body for anybody who wanted to have fun with me. Winston rammed his long hard cock in my arse as Michael did the same to my cunt and they proceeded to fuck in unison, Winston’s hands grabbing my tits and offering them to Michael to bit and suck. Their Mother came over with a beaker and offered me a drink, I was so parched I nodded, she put the beaker to my lips and tipped it up, I was expecting water but what I got was warm cum!

"Drink it all down slave, that’s all you’re getting.“

I eagerly drank it down my parched throat as the boys finished with me spurting there loads into me, their place was taken by 2 other men who fucked me hard and fast but pulled out and spurted their hot cum over me.

Then a young black female came over to me, she was beautiful, slim body, long legs, firm breasts with hard erect nipples, she put her arms around my neck and lifted her legs around my waist and proceeded to kiss me and lick all the cum of my face, rubbing her breasts over mine and her hips undulated in a fucking motion until she orgasmed, her warn cum dribbling down my belly, but it wasn’t long before a black man mountain got behind her and slid his giant phallus up inside her quivering cunt and pulled her off me and carried her impaled over to a bed and proceeded to fuck the daylights out of her, her moans and screams getting loader as she reach orgasm after orgasm with him.

I looked across the room and watched in anticipation as Winston and Michael climbed onto a bed with Teresa their mother, she was on all 4s as Michael was ramming his huge thick cock deep into her gaping pussy while she was sucking and licking Winston’s long ebony shaft, her large tits hanging down swinging in time with their urgent thrusts. I could hear her words of lust urging them on and on.

I was joined again by the slim black girl again who introduced herself as Naomi, she untied me from the frame and led me to a settee, we started caressing and kissing each other, our bodies moulding together, our hands and lips exploring each other bodies, the intoxicating smell of cum driving us on to even more excesses as our fingers went deeper into our sopping wet pussies.

It wasn’t long before we were joined by another woman, about 50 yrs of age who was still dressed! But wasn’t long before we were eagerly stripping off her expensive dress to reveal a beautiful red basque and lacy top stockings, her ample breasts barley contained within the bodice and a miniscule red thong which I soon ripped off her and plunged my eager tongue into her shaven pink pussy tasting with delight her sweet sticky precum, while Naomi had pulled down the bodice of her basque and was sucking and biting her large nipples making them very erect and swollen, the woman was moaning and softly screaming as her body was writhing and undulating under our administrations. Her orgasm soon started so we both went down on her, spreading her stocking clad legs wide and eagerly tasted her thick cum that was oozing from her, at that point the old man who had taken on a new lease of life promptly stuffed his engorged cock into her mouth, which she sucked and licked eagerly, exciting him so much he managed to spurt another load of his cum all over her face and breasts which was immediately licked up by the dog.

The woman responded by gently stroking the dogs cock and was rewarded by it coming out of its sheaf, seeing that she immediately moved her head underneath its belly and started sucking the red swollen cock, Naomi and I grabbed the woman’s hands and pushed then near our sopping wet pussies, she got the message and started to finger us while we watched her performance, it was one unholy scene of wild debauchery that just spurred me on to more and more excesses well into the early hours of the morning.

I woke up on my bed, the pale winter light filtering through the curtains, my naked body aching and covered in dried cum, I stood up and looked out of the window and watched, as the first snow flakes started to fall.

Rhian