Having the day off, Friday was lonely. I spent it organizing pictures, watching movies, and thinking about the new ad I just placed in Dark Cavern for Tammy. I blew three loads throughout the day/evening thinking about it. Tomorrow, Tammy promised to wear her Slut Nurse costume and administer a blow job to relieve my "aching" balls.

Oh-oh.

But, day turned into evening too quickly and the blow job had to be deferred. We had dinner, theater tickets and dancing on the agenda. "Tonight," she promised - but we didn't get home until 3am. While the spirit was willing, sleep overtook us as we lay cuddling and kissing after a great evening. The blow job would have to wait for Sunday.

The thing is, I love blow jobs but I rarely cum from them alone. Lately, though, there's been plenty of jism, and getting hard has never really been a problem. All I have to do is remind myself that my loving girlfriend and fiancée is a Slut for BBC and my cock begins to swell immediately. So, as always, I was looking forward to a blow job and, believe me, it's worth the wait. Tammy loves to suck cock and is very talented.

After a sumptuous brunch, Tammy proceeds to make good on her promise. As she starts to suck me, kneeling on her Fuck Bench, ass in the air, I tell her I imagine her wet cunt filled with a big, fat, black cock and she moans with excitement, getting us both hotter. I also imagine watching her giving another big black cock the attention she's giving me at the moment and get even harder. I love watching my slut fucking and sucking Big Black Cock.

As she continues to suck me, I demand she repeat the following: "I wish I had a big, fat, hard black cock in my pussy right now," and then continue sucking my dick. She repeats it quickly to get back to sucking. "Say it again!" I demand, "Say it like you really mean it this time!"

"Oh, yes!" She stops to exclaim, while jerking my hard dick. She looks at me with a look of pure desire. "I would love a big, fat, hard black cock fucking me right now while I suck you, Master! And I really mean it. I want it as much as you do... Maybe more. I want to date well hung black men. I love to be filled with big black cock!"

I remind her of her desire for 2-3 BBC at a time, that both her mouth and cunt would be put to constant use on these dates. I tell her that she would have to please them while I watch, knowing that the last cock she'll have on her dates is mine, no matter how many times her holes are put to service. "I know, Master." She replies, "Thank you for sharing me with all those big black cocks, Master. I want to date as much as possible, and I hope we get lots of responses to our new ad."

By now I'm fucking My Slut deeply in doggie position, with me standing and my slut on hands and knees on The Bench. I have a clear view of my cock plunging in and out of her clean-shaven pussy. I imagine her cunt and mouth full of BBC in the same position. "I hope you enjoy watching as much as I love giving my holes to Big, Fat, Black Cock," she says, having the same thoughts; yearning for it as much as her Master.

I continue to plow her deeply. "Of course, my little Slut," I reply. "And I look forward to your next date, especially if he brings a friend or two." "Oh, yes! Fuck me!" She gasps, rocking back slightly, greeting each thrust with a slight slap of flesh against flesh.

"I'm feeling entire new sensations in this position," my Slut shares. "Thank you for making this Fuck Bench for me and I hope to pleasure many BBC on it for your viewing enjoyment. I love being Your Slut and I promise to date all the Big Black Cock that respond to our ad!" We've been fucking for over an hour on The Bench. I take her over to the Fuck Table, where she can lay comfortably on her back and be fucked, with her lovers standing. "This Table will make it easy for a line-up of BBC to fuck you," I tell her as I sit on a chair next to the table. She's on her knees, on the floor, between my legs, sucking my cock hard. I imagine her doing the same on her next date, perhaps with another waiting. I get harder immediately.

Inspired, my slut looks up and says "I would love to be fucked on The Table by a line up of BBC, especially if that is what you desire Master." I help her up, lay her down, and stick my rock hard cock into her wet, smooth cunt in response. We both silently imagine BBC circling the table, fondling Tammy's beautiful tits and tweaking her clit, more BBC, lined up and waiting. I continue to fuck her, with her legs spread, folded like angel wings.

"Perhaps five or six BBC would be a good number for a line-up," I suggest, getting harder at the thought. "Oh, yes! I would love that!" my sweet Slut replies with enthusiasm. I get even harder and take deeper plunges, pulling almost all the way out and sliding it to the hilt, over and over. "But how can I keep six BBC occupied on my own?" I personally think she can and tell her so as I continue pumping her pussy with my engorged dick.

After enjoying a good, long fuck I decide to eat her for a while. I pull up the chair, sit down and dine on her swollen cunt. I stick two fingers in her pussy and pump slowly as I suck and lick. I imagine doing this after a line-up of BBC have finished with her. The thought gives me an immediate hard-on, but I continue to tease her with my fingers, tongue, and lips. I push the other two fingers up her ass and she bucks wildly to get them in deeper. I tell her I think she's ready for anal sex with her BBC and she groans, in agreement, on the edge of a massive orgasm.

After two hours of sucking and fucking, my little slut's cunt is begging for release. Feeling her need, I take her over the precipice, with each hard pinch of her nipples sending shock waves of pleasure through her body. I barely give her time to catch her breath before plunging my hard cock back in her sopping wet cunt. She begs for a break, but I continue fucking. "Just relax, my little Slut. Let the wave roll over you as you continue fucking and you'll build to another orgasm in no time."

Being the obedient little Slut she is, she submits to the continued fucking. I play with her clit while thrusting my rock hard dick in and out of her black-fucked hole. "Oh! You're making me cum again! Fuck me! Keep fucking!" I bang her some more. She's my little fucking machine now, but I have other plans. I disengage and I help her off the table. I sit back in the sofa and have her kneel between my legs again. She treats my cock to more of her new deep throat technique I talked her through earlier. By now she's really got the move down and I can't resist the new sensation any longer.

With a grunt, I release my load as she tries to push my cock deeper down her willing throat. The jism overwhelms her a bit and she has to pull back, but she doesn't lose a drop before swallowing. She licks her fingers with a big smile on her face, purring like a well fed kitten. "It's time for me to go, Master. I hope I have pleased you."

"You have my little slut." I reply. "And I am looking forward to arranging for your line-up. Perhaps we can find another slut to share all those men with."

"Oh, please, Master! I would love that very much. I definitely could use some help if you want to invite 6-8 BBC for a line-up. Besides, I'm sure my lovers would appreciate a few more holes to enjoy. That would be fun!"

Dressed, and presentable, I send my little slut on her way. She'll be back to empty my balls again soon. That's what a good little slut does and I'm a lucky man for having one who wants to provide the same service to BBC too!

More to cum as her adventures continue…

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One night, about midway in our relationship, after we had had sex, he said he wanted to take me with him to Jamaica for Marlin Fishing. I absolutely hate fishing but, I said I'd go and sun tan while he fished. It was very difficult for me to get a week off work but I lied and told my employers one of my relatives had died and they agreed to do without me for a week. Daddy had us booked first class on the flight down and I was half drunk on Champagne when we arrived in Montego Bay. We then went directly to our hotel, the best one on the Bay, and rested and had sex for two hours. We had breakfast in bed the next day and Daddy said he had to call the boat Captain to get directions to the docks. After he got the location of the yacht, we got a cab and off we went to meet the crew. The boat was beautiful. It was a Hatteras 54 and looked new. The Captain went by Cappie and his first mate was just called Bolow ( Bow-Low ). They both seemed friendly and eager to please their customers. They were both dressed in white crew clothing and Cappie wore a Captain's hat. Daddy and the crew sat and talked about what he had in mind for the day as I explored the boat and it's amenities.

It was wonderfully appointed and decorated. The main cabin was air conditioned and felt really good in the hot Jamaican sun. Cappie and Bolow didn't own the boat as they simply crewed for the owners of the company who did. However, you could tell they loved it just as if it were theirs. Cappie was a tall rugged looking black man that appeared to be in his late thirties and Bolow, also a black man, was even taller ( maybe 6'-6" or, 6'-8" ) and maybe in his twenties at the outside. They were both quick to smile and joked freely. There was a lot of "No Problems" in the conversation. It looked as if we were all going to have a wonderful day together. I distinctly heard Cappy ask if the boat had been fueled and Bolow answered that he had told Frank to take care of it. Cappie then said," Good, let's get started".

Soon the sound of the twin diesels throbbed under our feet and the large boat under the hand of Cappie backed out of its berth and into the bay. Once underway, I went to the liquor cabinet and poured two rum and cokes. One for Daddy and one for me. I would return to the liquor cabinet many times during our trip out to fish. Daddy and I talked in the cabin for sometime as Cappie and Bolow took the boat out kinda far from the Island for fishing. Sometime, we could not see land. Finally, the engines were reduced to idle and Daddy said it was time for him to join Bolow on the back deck and prepare the lines for fishing. He was now dressed only in a pair of deck shoes, a pair of shorts and a tank top. I took his lead and stripped down to a bikini and flip flops. Marlin fishing is really kinda boring for a chick. They put four lines in the water, baited with kinda live looking fish, and pull them through the water very fast in hopes a hungry Marlin will confuse the bait for dinner. This went on for hours ( my estimate ) and I eventually went up to the forward deck to sun tan.

As I lay there catching rays, I could see Cappie looking down at me from the captain's bridge and I just couldn't resist putting on a show for him. I took off my bikini top and let my full breasts bob up and down as the boat skimmed the water. Every now and then I'd look to see Cappie looking right at them. Then, the boat suddenly stopped and there was yelling from the back of the boat. I jumped up and ran to the back to see what was going on. Oh, yes, I somehow forgot to put on my top. Daddy, with Bolow's help, were fighting a hugh fish with a long pointed nose ( I soon found out was a Marlin ) and the boat was going back and forth under Cappie's control to keep the line from breaking. The fight took hours ( my estimation ) and I could see Bolow looking at my big titties every chance he could get. I let the girls put on a show bigtime. At last, the fight was over and the poor Marlin was gaffed and pulled on board. Bolow pulled up the floor boards on the back deck and lay the Marlin in a very large bed of ice. He was stealing a view of my titties as often as he could now. "Good, now that that is over we can go back to the hotel right, Daddy?" God, was I horny. "Are you kidding? " he said. "We are just getting started."

Off we went again trolling for Marlin. I returned to the forward deck, took off my bikini bottoms and, somehow I fell asleep. The throb of the engines made sleeping so easy. I have no idea how long I was asleep but suddenly there was a change of the engine sound and then, there was no sound at all. It was now late in the afternoon and the engines had stopped completely. I could hear shouting at the back of the boat and I figured something had gone wrong with the fishing situation but, when I went to see ( butt naked ) there was shouting between Cappie and Bolow about Below going down below to see what had caused the engines to quit. Bolow then went into the main cabin and down thru the galley and disappeared below into the engine room. I sat down on Daddy's lap and tried to get him excited but, he was mad about the fact that his fishing had been interrupted. Within a few minutes, Bolow yelled to Cappie to try starting the engines. The starter whined and whined and nothing. Cappie then yelled down for Bolow to try something ( I didn't understand as I'm not very mechanically inclined ) and the starters again whined and whined. This process of trying this and that and then trying to restart the engines went on for hours ( again, my estimation ) until the batteries were totally dead. Not trying to be a know it all, I suggested we may be out of fuel as Frank may not have fueled the boat as he was told. The men all laughed. But, Bolow said he'd check just to make sure. Well, that was exactly what had happened.

We were now going into night, bobbing around in the ocean with no fuel and no batteries for light. Without air conditioning, it was getting kinda hot in the main cabin so we all sat outside on the back deck talking and drinking rum and cokes. I had slipped on my bikini again and Cappie had brought some lanterns to see by. There was a bar-b-que on deck and Bolow started a fire to grill some Marlin steaks for dinner. Cappie said he couldn't call for help as the batteries were dead but he was sure one of the other boats would come looking for us in the morning. Cappie found some potatoes in the galley and we cut and fried them up to eat with the Marlin. As basic as the meal was it sure tasted good and we were all full to our limits. As it begain to cool down, we opened up all the doors to the main cabin and went inside to have some more drinks. There were many bottles of rum in the bar and tons of cokes. As the night went on, Daddy got very drunk and went below to lay down in the foward guest cabin. Bolow got a small guitar from the crew's cabin and was now playing and singing reggae music. I don't know if it was because I was a little drunk but he was sounding really good. I got up and danced for these two large blackmen. Hell, I was getting really hot and I started giving Cappie a lap dance. Before I realized it I had taken off my bikini top and bottom again. I then got down on my knees in front of Cappie and undid the button of his pants and unzipped his zipper.

Oh my God, was I delighted to see what he had, hard and ready, for me to suck on. You see a lot of exaggeration in stories here but I'm not lying when I tell you his big, black, dick was a full ten inches long and as big around as a beer can. I was in heaven. I did the best I could to give Cappie the best head I know how to give. I actually think it even got bigger as I worked on it. I could feel it throb in my mouth. Soon Cappie was naked too and pulled me down on the couch with him. He licked and sucked on my pussy and clit until I was cumming and squirting all over his face and mouth. I told him to fuck me with his big dick and he wasted no time in doing just that. At first I had some trouble taking him all the way in but, as time went by, he was able to fuck his giant cock up to his balls. I could feel his baseball size nuts banging my butt and I was squirting hot, sticky, girl cum, without control, all over his dick and balls. Within ten minutes, I felt him swell up even more and then yell out something Jamaican as he filled my hot, wet, pussy with his thick, white, guy cum.

Bolow, having watched this happen, was now standing beside me naked with the biggest, rock-hard dick I'd ever seen in my life. Even in porn films! I'm not even going to guess how big he was. He looked like a stud horse ready to breed mares. There was no way in hell I could ever suck on him as my mouth would not have fit around his member. I was just drunk and hot enough to try fucking him. It hurt like hell when we first started but we both kept on trying. After what must have been a half hour, he had it in me a good ten inches and there was much more left. It was starting to feel really good and he pumped me slow with me cumming over and over until he unloaded deep into my wanton cunt. Then, Cappie fucked my cum filled pussy again and Bolow did me again too. My snatch was full of black jizz and it was running down both legs.

I staggered down to the guest cabin and was surprised to find Daddy awake. He asked me if I had a good time with all that black dick and I told him it was wonderful. He said he had come up to see what was going on and was too drunk to join in so he just returned to the cabin and let me have my fill of big cock. I thanked him and we both went off to sleep. The next morning I had one wizz banger of a hangover and stayed in bed until noon. After a cold beer ( Bolow had put a case down in the fish ice) and two aspirin I begain to feel alive again and decided to take a swim and clean out. No need for a swim suit anymore as everyone on board had seen me naked and had fucked me, so why bother. While in the ocean swimming, I took a hooker's douche by cupping my hand over my pussy and pumping the salt water in and out of my hole. Eventually, I felt clean inside. Then, I remembered that I wasn't on any birth control as Daddy was V safe and I wasn't fucking anyone but him until the night before, that is.

That day we didn't see another boat all day and we started to drink again in the late afternoon. By night fall we were all getting kinda drunk again and Bolow got out his guitar again and I started dancing for the three men just as I'd done the night before. I tried to fuck Daddy first but my pussy was so spread out from Cappie and Bolow I could barely feel him inside me. So, I sucked his cock as Bolow fucked my enlarged hole to one orgasm after the other. This made Daddy so hot, watching Bolow and I fuck, that he shot his cum juice into my mouth within minutes. Being a little hungry, it actually tasted good and I swallowed every drop. Over the night, Cappie and Bolow both fucked me three times each and Daddy was able to cum in my mouth twice. The last time I fucked Bolow, I was able to take him up to a hands width of his testicles. I never did get him to go balls to the wall. He was that big.

The next morning we saw a boat on the horizon and we all got dressed quickly anticipating our rescue. Soon there was another company boat along side of ours and the men talked for a while and then towed us into the bay. I had mixed emotions. Yes, we were back to the hotel but the fuckfest was over.

I have never cummmmm this much before or since this experience. Is there any question why I love black dick so much. I can just think of this little outing and my pussy is dripping wet and ready to fuck. Oh, about my not using any protection, well, that's another story. Would you like to hear it? Kiss Kiss. Ann.

I drop my head in shame knowing I am so helpless, only to see my raging cock pumping precum onto the leather motel chair. I know it is wrong but in the back of my mind I want him to keep her screaming. Again I lift my head to feed the dark side of my brain, and in amazement I see most of the massive tool buried in my wife. As the cock is withdrawn by her abuser, her pussy lips cling to the cock, they seem desperate to keep the large tool embedded in her tight pussy. Again my cock throbs and I can feel precum flowing out the end of my cock.

More screaming only this time it is different, the cock is covered in juice, my wife's cunt is flooding the bed as he pounds deeper and deeper. She has gone from using her hands trying to push against his big chest to get him off her to grabbing his ass and pulling more meat into her wet pussy. In a final push her womb opens and accepts the last inch of hard cock forcing her legs open wider. His pubic bone smashes against her clit as they expload in orgasm together.

I can't help but shoot all over the chair as I watch her kiss her first unplanned black lover. The large black cock has a white lather covering it. He withdraws his leaking cock, and my mouth waters at the sight of the cum flooding out of my wife's gaping pussy. Picking up a towel the large man walks over to me removing the gag, then puts the towel around the back of my neck pulling my head forward to his dick. One word is uttered by this man - "open". I know what he wants and secretly I want it too.

I think I was just thirteen years old when I discovered the immense pleasure I derived from rubbing my clitoris. The first time I caused myself to orgasm was a night to remember. I was a single child, born to a Doctor father and a Real Estate Broker mother so, I found myself alone at home most of the time. One day, while looking for something in our garage, I came across an old trunk of my father's with a lot of old porn magazines in it. One of these magazines had pictures of women letting large dogs lick and fuck their hot, wet, pussies. Not being able to even discuss what I was feeling sexually with my dad, a physican, I had no choice but to do my experimenting in my room by myself. I remember trying to bring up the subject then, with my girlfriend Joan, but she turned a bright shade of red and said, "how disgusting!" Joan now has 5 kids.

Anyway, as time went on just playing with myself started to lose it's intensity. I so needed to regain that feeling. One day, while laying naked on my bed playing with my pussy, I decide to have our yellow lab Abe, we named him after President Lincoln, lick my fingers fresh from my tight, little, cunt. He seemed to like what I was offering him and I remembered the doggie lick pictures I'd found in the gargage. I slid to the edge of the bed and called Abe over to smell my crotch. He did smell alright and then, he licked once or twice (what a feeling) but then lost interest and walked away. I had to get Abe to lick it more and I set about making that happen. Hell, I had no one else to experiment with and I was too embarrassed to ask a human being again after Joan got so embarrassed.

I went to the refridgerator and got some cold cuts and returned to my bed. I called to Abe and let him lick the meat for a few minutes. Then, I smeared the meats all over my pussy. It worked well, at first, as Abe licked me deep with his long, wet, tongue from my butt hole to my clit over and over. I was in heaven and I had the biggest orgasm I had ever had up to that time. But, then, the taste went away and Abe just walked away again. I went back to the kitchen and looked for something that would last longer. After days of trying several other food stuffs, it dawned on me to try smooth peanut butter. Oh My God, this really did the trick as now ol' Abe would lick me for over a half an hour continuously. I found that if I put some peanut butter up inside my pussy lips, Abe would snake his tongue way up to lick it out. I had one small orgasm after the other. I thought I had found heaven on earth. But, as with just me playing with my pussy, this too started to lose it's thrill.

I had noticed that while Abe would be licking me his bright red penis would hang down below his doggie dick sheath. One day I decided to go for broke and try doing what the women in the magazine were doing with those dogs and I got on the carpet on all fours and called Abe to get behind me. At first he just licked me but then, he was mounting me trying to find my hole. I reached back and guided him into me. He pushed into me hard and the pain was so intense I thought I was going to die. I quickly jumped up bleeding and in so much pain I thought I'd never touch myself again. That lasted for two days.

My mother had many perfume bottles in the bathroom and I asked her if I could use some of her perfume. The one I chose was a bottle about eight inches long and about an inch and a half across. I then started to use olive oil and the perfume bottle to, little by little, open myself up for Abe. The feeling I got, when weeks later I could accept the perfume bottle all the way inside me, was wonderful when I rubbed my clit at the same time. At last, I was ready to take on Abe again. Getting Abe to mount me was relatively easy this time as he was becoming trained to please me. On all fours again , I could feel his hard, cock tip touching my pussy lips and then he again pushed into me quickly. It felt so good. But then, something, I had no idea of, happened. For you out there who don't know about this: When a male dog fucks his bitch his cock swells rock hard and then he also swells up at the start of his cock just before his balls. This is called the knott. The knott ties him to the bitch so he can pump his cum into her for about 20 minutes before the knot goes down and he can pull out. Little did I realize this was even there. I did quickly find out as it got to the size of a hard ball inside of me. The pain exceeded my first experience with Abe by ten times and I think I passed out with my head on the floor and my ass high in the air with Abe fucking me like a jack hammer. When I awoke, the pain was being replaced by the most intense series of orgasms I had ever had by many times.

I was sore for days but the pleasure I'd had from this experience soon brought me back to Abe and I got so I could fuck him everyday. As time went by, I was able to get Joan to let me lick and finger her pussy and within a year we were having regular girl sex with each other. By using the perfume bottle on her and really pushing it all around inside her pussy, she was soon ready to try Abe, too. Yes, she was somewhat in pain when she first tied with Abe but she soon got over that too. Within a few months, both Joan and I were fucking Abe every chance we could get. So, now going into my junior year of high school, the only sexual experiences I'd ever known was with my dog, Abe, and my girlfriend Joan. Both Joan and myself were kinda geeky and not many of the popular boys would even talk to us at school. One boy, let's just call him Jimmy, who was as geeky as we were, would talk to us and I knew he was interested in getting to know me better.

To make a long story short, I invited Jimmy over to my house and went about seducing him. He was very nervous so I gave him two of my fathers beers from the fridge. Finally, I got him naked and hard. I had stolen birth control pills from my dad's office so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. It was very clumsy but he did manage to get his hard penis into my pussy and then he came within a few minutes. I then set about getting him hard again and he lasted for maybe five minutes the second time. His cock must have been six inches long but I could hardly feel it in me and I was left very frustrated as I wasn't able to even get close to having an orgasm. Abe's big doggie dick and knot had spoiled me for any normal sized young boy's cocks. Now able to drive, Joan and I found it so exciting to drive down by the river and go into the brush and lay down a blanket for our session of Lez love.

One day, while Joan and I were making love by the river naked, we heard a car drive up on the other side of the river. We stood up enough to see over the bushes and I was shocked to see my mother's big white Cadillac parked with the radio playing. I had to know what she was doing there so I put on my clothes and waded across the river and quietly walked up to toward the car. When I was within fifty feet of the car, I could hear my mom almost screaming out in sounds I'd never heard her make before. I almost ran up to the car. When I looked in, I could see the ass of a very large blackman fucking my mother like a machine. As I watched , I could see, when he would stroke his huge cock in her, that this man had the biggest cock I'd ever seen in my life. Even bigger than those cocks I'd seen in the garage magazines. It looked to be two and a half inches across and ten inches long. My mother was in heaven. Then, she opened her eyes and saw me. To my surprise, she just closed her eyes and went back to her fucking. Then, I recognized the man. It was Joseph ( we called him Joe ) one of my mothers' real estate salesmen.

I ran back across the river and told Joan. She promised me she'd never tell anyone. And, to this day, I'm sure she has kept her word. That night, mom came into my room and told me that dad knew what she was doing and she had his blessing. The next day, my dad called me aside and told me the same thing. Confused, yes. But, I couldn't get that big black dick out of my mind. I told Joan I had to have that experience. She said I was crazy as Joe would never consider fucking an underaged girl. I was only seventeen. Well, I followed Joe to a home he was having an Open House at and locked the door behind me. It took every bit of courage I could muster to slowly strip off my clothes in front of this shocked, but grateful, large blackman. I tried to suck on his cock but it was much too large for that. And, I had very little experience at giving head. He licked my pussy until I had an orgasm and then he placed his giant pole at the opening of my pussy and pushed it into me slowly. The feeling was exactly what I was hoping for. Joe fucked me for at least a half hour the first time with me cummming over and over.

Then, after we talked and rested and showered he fucked me again for over an hour. This experience showed me that going black was one of the most important sexual dawnings of my life. I knew then that I may have girl sex again but dog sex wasn't up to the standards of fucking blackmen. Yes, I've found many blackmen that were not as well hung or as good at fucking as Joe but, the majority are and I will search for those blackmen until I'm too old to attract them anymore.

Kisses. Lucy.

The needle had a soft buzz. I opened my mouth to say, "Please, don't do this to me!" Nothing came out. I tried to swallow. My hands gripped the edges of the table. I was tied so tightly that I could not move! There was NO escape!

I started saying over and over, "Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!" Then, suddenly, about two inches down from my pussy on the inner part of my right thigh, the tattoo needle found it's mark. "Oh, please don't do this to me!" My words were weak and muffled, as I started to have a panic attack! I was about to be marked!

Two large black men came out of the darkness and put the black-out glasses back on me, and their strong hands held my legs down and wide apart! As much as I tired, I could not move! That tattoo needle was putting something on my inner thigh! His hands brushed the hairs on my pussy as he worked. It hurt like hell! The only place that would have been more tender was on my pussy itself! My mind was whirling, and I was screaming inside. As quickly as it started, the needle stopped and it was over. I took a deep breath. It was over, although whatever he did burned like hell. He patted the spot with something cool and damp, and that helped the burning, but what the hell had he tattooed on my thigh?!

What was coming next? I couldn't see anything and nobody was talking to me. I was totally and completely restrained, completely naked on this small stage. The lights were bright. I couldn't imagine what was coming next!

Again, the buzz of the tattoo needle began! Oh my gosh, what were they going to tattoo on me next? All I could think of was maybe words like "this pussy belongs to black men" on my lower tummy! How could I go home with something like that on me!?

Suddenly, the hands grabbed my right foot, which I could wiggle if I tried, but no longer! The burn of the tattoo needle again touched my white skin, this time just above my right ankle on the outside of my leg. It burned like hell, but whatever they were putting on me, it wasn't very big and it again, was over in a matter of a few minutes. Then, the anklet was removed.

Once it was over, the two black men who looked like bouncers, released me and removed the restraints on my arms and legs. As I struggled to stand up, I saw what they had tattooed on me! It was a black ace of spades! I had one on my right inner thigh and one just above my ankle on my outer right leg! It wasn't a very large tattoo, but it was obviously there.

Was I to assume they branded all of their white women this way? I had certainly been branded! Any member of the Society, or others for that matter, would certainly see the black ace of spades on my snow white skin. Would they know where this had come from and what it stood for? In a flash back, I seemed to remember seeing the black ace of spades on the ankle of other white women I had casually seen in passing. Had they marked all of us? My mind told me I wouldn't be the last.

Suddenly, Mr. G walked on the stage. He walked up to me and gave me a hug. "Welcome, Peggy! You are now one of the special white women in the world who wears the black ace of the Society. You are now going to experience the initiation. This will convert your mind and your body to our cause and to black men. For your peace of mind, each man has been tested and carries no disease. You are safe in our hands, much like the queen bee is to the hive, and who knows, perhaps the events of tonight will present us with your first superior race offspring."

What the hell was he talking about... a black baby? I had gotten myself into this for sexual excitement, not to become a breeding device! Oh MY gosh! Oh fuck!

With that, Mr. G exited. In less than a minute, a bed covered with white sheets and was wheeled out on stage. The nude black man who pushed the bed on stage took me by the hand and placed me on the bed. Then, other black men, all nude, walked on stage and circled the side of the bed away from the audience that was watching. Their cocks were huge and they matched the blackness, not just the darkness, of their bodies. There wasn't a light skinned black man in the group! These were all very black men with huge cocks! Oh my gosh! It was now very obvious that to be an "active Society member" the men had to be very black and have a huge black cock and the white women had to be drop dead beautiful with bodies that could produce black babies!

I felt a hand on my pussy with some sort of lubricant. It was rubbed on and in me. I could feel the heat building from what ever had been applied to me. It was at first uncomfortable and then the warm feeling began to excite me. It was liberally applied to my ass as well. Then, this first black man mounted and entered me! He fucked me quickly, with no concern for my possible orgasm. I had a flash back. I was there to serve! I had served him alright!

I squirmed and shrieked, and as I did, my arms were pulled upwards and above my head. My legs were also cuffed and pulled in the same direction! I tired to resist but the cuffs held me firm. I was now well oiled. My arms and legs were tied above my head. My legs were tied open, and my pussy and ass hole were fully exposed and lubricated with the warm oil, to be ready for what was coming!

Soon, mounted again, I felt the next black man thrusting his huge black cock deep in my hot wet slick pussy. He was as large as the any black man I had experienced. The anxiety that had been building now turned into relief as I was finally being used. I was content with that. He fucked me hard and deep, pumping the sperm from his huge black balls into my waiting pussy. Then another man walked up and offered his large black cock to my mouth which I opened wide and sucked him inside. He then proceeded to fuck my face deep into the back of my throat causing my eyes to tear. I fought back the gag reflex.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the group had grown and had gathered closer, and there were lots of them, all naked and all ready to violate my waiting openings. How could my body handle all of this?

As soon as one black man would cum, he would remove himself than another would mount and enter me. After what seemed like an endless string black men had fucked my pussy for minutes at a time, one man walked up and raised my ass with his large strong hands, placed the bulbous head of his large black dick against my rectum and slowly entered me there. I squirmed and almost screamed a muffled complaint as my mouth was still full of another man's black dick, and he was close to spurting. It hurt, even with the lubrication, but there was something wildly exciting about being ass fucked by this handsome black stranger!

I had another flash back! There was a sign in one of the offices upstairs that said, "Once a white woman is fucked in the ass by a black man, her ass belongs to back men forever!" Oh MY gosh!

Slowly, all of his huge black cock was impaled deep inside my bowels. He then began a slow in and out motion fucking my intestines with his swollen big black monster. After a few minutes he came, filling my ass with his massive load, and withdrew. Keep in mind that my pussy is also being fucked during all of this! As soon as he withdrew, I could feel another man enter my now gapping rectum.

For nearly an hour, one black man after another entered me, switching from my ass to my mouth, from my pussy to my ass. I tried but could not count the number of black men who fucked me or that had cum in one of my three openings! My mouth cramped as one huge black cock after another pumped cum down my throat!

With my mouth full of freshly spurted cum, I gagged and let a large amount of hot cum flow from my lips. Suddenly, I felt the sting of a forceful slap! "Swallow that cum, you fucking white bitch! Never, ever let any of this black seed leave your mouth again!"

That hurt! I would remember it, no doubt!

As one black man would cum and slip off my white body, I could see other naked white women on their knees sucking other black men and others being fucked by still more. I could have never imagined anything like this! Then, almost as on cue, the man in my ass filled me with his hot cum. I could feel it heat up my inner sanctum. He withdrew just as the man I was sucking came, and pulled out of my mouth. I can still taste his sticky goo! My ass burned from the fucking, the lubricant all but gone. Then, I was entered by another and he came. Over and over my pussy and ass was filled by the endless parade of black men and their endless orgasms. My face was now covered with a combination of their cum and my juices. It seemed endless! One man after another climbed on me and then another and another! It became a blur!

As suddenly as it started, the men retreated and the crowd moved back. There I was, a display of public humiliation. Used. Filled. I was a cum filled, cum covered mess. The taste was still in my mouth, the smell still on my face, and in my nostrils as I lay there. The cum slowly running out of my white, very well used pussy. My sphincter muscles holding my over filled rectum were open and I leaked cum on the white sheets. My pussy and wide open labia were gaping as cum ran down my legs in streams.

I had managed an orgasm a couple of times, but with the discomfort of the parade that used me, I could think of little else!

I heard a man walking toward me. It was Mr. G. He spoke. "This is what white women crave. She has been filled but not fulfilled. He was nude, and I could not believe my eyes! His black "dick" (remembering the saying quoted to me earlier) was huge. It must have been at least fourteen or fifteen inches. It didn't tilt upwards like most erect cocks do. It was obviously firm and ready to use, but too heavy to point upwards. The watchers were quiet. Mr. G walked up to me and mounted my white body. His big lips kissed mine. Then, his hand guided his massive black monster into my well used pussy! He fucked me slowly at first, then faster and deeper. I wondered if I could take it all, but when the enlarged head of his black penis popped into my cervix, I knew my question had been answered! This was a massive black dick, the biggest anyone could ever imagine!

I came so hard as he fucked my cervix, I thought I would convulse and pass out as his massive black balls pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum into my opened cervix! I could feel the flood of his hot semen as it filled every inch of my vagina, my cervix and other places that had never been touched by a man! Soon, it was over and he slipped out of my pussy. Then, he stood before the group in the darkness.

"This concluded our meeting tonight. Our beautiful married white lady as passed the tests and your approval, and she will be taken upstairs where some of you will be invited to join her so her use can be continued. Enjoy the rest of your evening. Welcome again, Mrs Peggy! I like your pussy. I'll allow you to please me often!"

I felt the cuffs being removed. My legs lowered. More cum oozed from my pussy as my legs touched the table. I was helped to my feet and led directly upstairs to the meeting room. The lights had been lowered from the time I was there before. Some 12 people came into the room. Joe, Max and others were there.

I was taken then to the table that Joe and Max and the others had used in their meeting earlier and bent over. Three more men took me from behind, all fucking me deep in my ass. Now my gapping hole could no longer hold the cum inside. I had to grasped the other side of the table to hold myself upright. Then, I felt a face against my ass cheeks. I didn't turn to see who it was. I knew.

One of the other beautiful white girls from downstairs was now licking and sucking my gapping cum filled ass. She sucked with intent. I felt obliged to give her what she had been told to consume. Oh, she felt good! I relaxed my muscles enough to let the massive amount of cum out. She slobbered her way through all of it. Then, she moved away and another pretty white girl took her place, then another. Not a drop was lost. I was reminded that we were to never talk!

Then, they left. I was still bent over the table when I heard Joe say, "Get your dress on! It is time for you to leave. Use the back door and the back stair way." Then, he left the room, muttering something about my white cunt.

I wiped my mouth with my arm. Raised myself off the table. Somewhat in a fog, I staggered across the room to the bar, found my skimpy short tight black stretchy dress and slid it over my filthy body. Cum was still running down my inner thighs. My butt was aching. The taste in my mouth and throat would probably never go away. I could smell cum on my face. The black ace tattoos were burning!

I found the door and gingerly walked down the back stairs. Everyone was inside. No one was on the street. It was dark and isolated as I walked the block in the darkness to my car and got in. I had to find a place to clean up. I drove a mile or so and found a cheap motel. I went in and paid $45 for a room. I went inside and showered and changed into the outfit my husband saw me leave in, went back to the car and drove home. Luckily for me he was sleeping. I slid into bed and lay there thinking of the nights activities, wondering how much cum was still in my pussy. What could possibly be expected of me next?

To be continued... Peggy's Secret Society Bahama's Trip

KAY is 23 years old and works for the British American Tobacco company, as a research chemist.… So, not only is she young and sexy… she's also a classy and intellectual lady.….! Definitely posh totty!

About a month ago we were attending a B.A.T. social club disco. As we mingled, I couldn't help noticing the behaviour of one of KAY'S co workers. He was flirting outrageously with two of KAY'S friends, BABS and CHRISTINE……. What was even more shocking….was his physique, he was huge, muscular and BLACK !

"WHO'S THE GIGOLO ….?" I asked, slightly shocked.

"OH…..THAT'S JUST .. PHIL…THE IMPALOR! " She giggled mischievously.

"RUMOUR HAS IT…HE'S HUNG LIKE A HORSE AND ONLY HAS TO LOOK AT A GIRL……TO MAKE HER PREGNANT…!!"

"HAS HE EVER……TRIED IT ON……WITH YOU ?" I asked sheepishly.

" AT LEAST……ONCE…A DAY !" She teased shamelessly.

"HAVE YOU ...NEVER BEEN …TEMPTED …?" I asked, nervously.

" I'M A "RESPECTABLE"…. MARRIED WOMAN…!" she protested playfully.

"I USED TO THINK….. BABS AND CHRISTINE, WERE,….UNTIL TONIGHT…..! " I laughed.

"ARE YOU …..SHOCKED ?"……… She teased, playfully .

"NOT REALLY…" I mused. " I SUPPOSE IT'S ONLY NATURAL FOR YOU "WHITE" GIRLS….TO WANT TO KNOW, IF THE RUMOURS ABOUT….. BLACK GUYS… ARE REALLY TRUE !" I laughed.

"HOW WOULD YOU FEEL…..IF…."IN A MOMENT OF WEAKNESS " ….. I "TRIED HIM ON FOR SIZE ...?" She challenged, playfully, cocking one eyebrow.

She had …."PUT ME ON THE SPOT"……as a typical male pervert, the thought of my respectable, loving wife… indulging in some "extra marital sex "… was deeply arousing !!!!!!! BUT I knew my wife would be expecting a respectable "decent" answer. I decided to….. be playful… too!

" I SUPPOSE I WOULD, BE COMPLETELY…. SHOCKED…INITIALLY" I mused, " BUT……. ON REFLECTION … I WOULD ALSO BE … "QUITE IMPRESSED and VERY PROUD !!!" I stuttered nervously.

"PROUD and IMPRESSED…?" She asked, slightly confused.

"MMMMM…….IMPRESSED ..BY YOUR…… LIBERATED ATTITUDE TO "RECREATIONAL SEX " AND..PROUD OF YOUR SEXUAL PROWESS…. AT BEING ABLE TO "TAKE ON"….. SUCH A SUPER STUD …!" I grinned wickedly.

I braced myself for a rebuke !!!!

"WOULDN'T YOU...HATE ME…..AND WANT A DIVORCE ?" She asked, thoughtfully.

NO….QUITE THE OPPOSITE….." I reassured " I WOULD …FIND YOU…….EVEN MORE….. EXCITING and DESIRABLE !!"

"YOU'RE JUST A ..FUCKING PERVERT…" She chastised playfully.

Later, when we were cuddled up in bed, she raised the subject again.

"WHY WOULD …MY "SLEEPING WITH " …A BLACK GUY MAKE ME MORE DESIRABLE…?" she mused shyly.

I explained that she was the absolute centre of my sexual universe and that all my fantasies….. revolved around her. Taking a lover…. for recreational sex.. would elevate her from "wife" to "Hot Love Goddess" and that I would welcome any opportunity of "BROADENING of our SEXUAL HORIZIONS .".!

After a few moments thought….she continued….

" I STILL DON'T FULLY UNDERSTAND…" She sighed……"IF YOU WERE UNFAITHFUL TO ME……I COULD NEVER ….FORGIVE YOU…!!!"…She frowned angrily.

"THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN US MEN…..AND YOU WOMEN…!" I laughed.

"KINKY BASTARD…" She laughed.

During our three years of marital bliss, I have noticed that my, "normally respectable and virtuous" wife is much more susceptible to my seduction, two days after her periods. She can't help herself…. I often think she would accept a "SPERM SAMPLE" from any horny bastard…… trying his luck, at the time.

Last Saturday, KAY went to a B.A.T. social club function, alone. I was away in London on business and was not expecting to be home until late. KAY had just finished her period… so I was expecting to be "on a promise" later. It was just after ten and I was on the motorway, driving home, when my phone rang.

"Hi BABE…..IT'S ME .." KAY'S familiar voice giggled, drunkenly down the phone.

"HOW'S YOUR DO…?" I asked.

"INTERESTING…….!" She giggled playfully.

Something in her "tone of voice" rang an alarm bell in my head. I wondered what she was doing and…… who she was doing it, with? Was PHIL THE IMPALOR with her at the do, I wondered? My prick stirred….. as I thought about the possible implications!!.

"WHERE ARE YOU….?" She whispered nervously.

As my imagination ran riot I decided to "give her a little freedom" and see what she would do with it?

"I'M STILL IN LONDON…!" I lied.

There was a long pause… and I knew from experience that my wife was "working up the courage"….. to tell me something.

"DO YOU REMEMBER OUR LITTLE CHAT….. ABOUT "BROADENING OUR SEXUAL HORIZIONS?" She giggled nervously.

My heart missed several beats as I struggled to find a reply.

"Ah ha…." I mused, trying hard not to frighten her off what I hoped she was trying to ask for.

"DID YOU REALLY MEAN…WHAT YOU SAID ?" she asked timidly.

My mouth suddenly went dry with excitement as I replied.

"WHY….?"

"WELL " She continued " PHIL HAS BEEN…KEEPING ME COMPANY "…. ALL EVENING……. BUYING ME DRINKS AND …… DANCING ALL THE SLOW NUMBERS…… THE PERFECT……. ESCORT…!

"AND"…..I encouraged, as she stopped for breath.

"WELL….."She continued cautiously. " AS I'M ALONE…, HE'S OFFERED TO…… TAKE ME HOME… AND PUT ME TO BED…!!!"

There was another long and very pregnant pause, as we both "digested" exactly what KAY was proposing........... Eventually I summoned up the courage to reply.

"DO YOU WANT HIM…..TO "PUT YOU TO BED ?"…I laughed nervously.

"WELL…" She continued " HE'S BEEN GREAT COMPANY… ALL EVENING AND HE HAS …… PUSHED ALL MY BUTTONS….. IF YOU STILL WANT ME TO "SLEEP" … WITH HIM… HE'S GOT ME …" IN THE MOOD "………. AND IT WOULD'NT TAKE…. MUCH….. PERSUADING" She laughed tartily.

Typical woman, I thought. She's transferring the responsibility on to me.

"I THINK IT'S A…. FUCKING BRILLIANT IDEA…!" I encouraged.

"ARE YOU SURE…?" she asked again, nervously.

"Yessss …." I confirmed. " BUT…..I HAVE A CONDITION."

"GO ON…." She chuckled.

" I WANT TO ….".SHARE"…THE EXPERIENCE " I laughed wickedly.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN….SHARE ?" She asked tentitively.

"WELL…" I mused " AS A MARRIED COUPLE… WE ARE SUPPOSED TO ENJOY OUR SEXLIFE……. TOGETHER .. IF YOU'RE ….. GOING TO HAVE SEX…. I WANT TO BE ABLE TO ENJOY IT AS WELL……!" …….I laughed.

"HOW…?" She asked, slightly confused.

"I WANT TO…….WATCH YOU DO IT…" I explained.

There was another long pause.

"ERRRRGGGGHHH….. I'M NOT SURE…. .ABOUT THAT ." She protested.

"I WAS ONLY PLANNING ON HAVING……A "BIT OF ADULT FUN " !...... NOT… STARRING IN A… …. PORNOGRAPHIC SPECTACLE……… AND…." She continued… "I'M NOT SURE PHIL…. WOULD BE TOO…. HAPPY ……. HAVING….. MY HUSBAND…. SAT THERE ….WATCHING…!!!!!"

"YOU WOULDN'T NEED ….TO TELL HIM…!" I laughed wickedly.

" WHAT ARE YOU SUGGESTING …?" KAY asked sheepishly.

I suggested that she gave me half an hour before….. accepting his offer. By then I would be at home, outside in our conservatory.

"I WILL NOT…….INTERFERE WITH YOUR ……"FUN"…… AND…… IF YOU ARE NOT HAPPY ABOUT….. SATISFYING TWO MEN…… YOU CAN EITHER ….. DECLINE HIS ADVANCES……. OR …. CLOSE THE CURTAINS………..!" I laughed mischievously.

I could tell by the silence that my wife was not very happy about my kinky…… idea.

"I'LL …..THINK ABOUT IT !"….She hissed, as she rang off.

My mind was in complete turmoil and I had a strange hollow feeling deep in my guts… as I raced home. I almost wrecked the car as my concentration wandered from the road to ….. mentally visualising my beautiful wife…. naked in the arms of PHIL the IMPALOR.

When I finally arrived home I parked my car up the road and rushed into the lounge. I quickly tidied away odd items of clothing and magazines. I then carefully closed the french window curtains….. leaving a strategic gap… I didn't want to miss a single depraved detail of KAY'S ADULTERY.

As insurance, I opened the upper frame of another window, so I could hear any conversation. I then collected a couple of beers and went out into the conservatory, closing the door behind me.

Then as I waited………..The DOUBTS ..started.

WHAT IF KAY…….was unhappy about the idea…..! How would she feel about me…. now that I had confessed to being a perverted voyeur! My heart sank.

WHAT IF KAY….was just unhappy about me watching her "having it off" and decided to … take him somewhere else to …… "FUCK !" …… My heart sank even further.

WHAT IF KAY….decided to DENY ME MY PERVERTED PLEASURE by taking PHIL… straight upstairs to our bedroom………………….. Complete depression !

I was about to "Give Up " and go back to my car…..when a light when on in the house….. It's impossible to express the feeling of nervous anticipation and ice cold fear that washed over me, as I crept closer to the window.

I peered, nervously inside and focused on the interior . I was strangely relieved to see KAY inside, with this other man..! As she ushered him towards the settee she gazed in quizzically around the room….. she couldn't fail to notice the gap in the curtains!

This was the moment of truth ….! Would she allow me to witness her adulterous adventure…… or not ?... my heart stopped…… To add to my turmoil I was experiencing…. DEEP PANGS of JEALOUSY, as it dawned on me that my faithful loving wife might actually be about to GIVE HERSELF to another bloke …!

I seriously considered "putting an end" to PHIL's lecherous plans, by arriving home early… so… rescuing my wife from her fate…… BUT, unfortunately for her… a perverted voice, deep down inside me was urging… "This might be the only opportunity you ever get to watch your wife ….. being……… FUCKED…..!

I knew all about KAY and PHIL's little erotic adventure ….! But I was a SLAVE to the GOD of Voyeurism. I was desperate to sacrifice my wife's virtue to satisfy my perverted lust.

KAY was totally aware of BOTH PHIL and I's lecherous plans for her body… So she was in the unique position of being able to indulge in some EXTRA MARITAL SEX…. with a very clear conscience…… After all… It was my idea…. and my responsibility IF I allowed it to happen…!!!

PHIL was the "OLD HAND at this game ". He knew from experience… that if a married woman invited him into her home, when her husband was out….. She was inviting him into her panties !!!!

I watched spellbound…..as PHIL started his attack….. He didn't wait …. He just reached out and took my wife in his arms and engaged her in a long passionate FRENCH KISS. I could see his tongue exploring KAY's mouth…. What I found even more shocking was my wife's …. total lack of resistance…… She actually appeared to be…returning his passion.

PHIL wasn't wasting any time on pleasantries….. He knew MY WIFE was…."UP FOR IT " … and he had always wanted to … "GET INSIDE " her panties….!!! His right hand dropped down over her chest and CUPPED her LEFT BREAST kneading it hungrily.

My feelings were in absolute turmoil as I watched KAY's SEDUCTION…. my mouth was dry and my heart pounded uncontrollably in my chest…. My PRICK ACHED… to be released…. I unzipped my trousers and eased my ERECTION out… and started to WANK…!!!

Back inside the lounge…..KAY pushed PHIL away, playfully.

"EASY……TIGER.." "I'M…A…RESPECTABLE…MARRIED…WOMAN !" She giggled girlishly.

"THAT'S WHAT MAKES YOU…SO…DESIREABLE…" He laughed.

" BUT... WHAT WOULD…MY…HUSBAND…THINK…" KAY teased playfully ……..knowing exactly ….what I was thinking.

" I THINK HE WOULD … BE REALLY AWESTRUCK……BY THE "PORKING" YOU'RE…. ABOUT TO GET……" PHIL bragged.

"PROMISES……PROMISES….?" KAY grinned playfully.

Phil broke off their embrace and leant back…..looking her straight in the eye, he slowly…. unzipped his fly…. and eased out his "breeding tackle." KAY's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped in total disbelief…….. His PRICK was enomous….. It was a…. good …. eleven inches… of knarled black… COCKMEAT… criss crossed… with throbbing purple veins… It was as thick as a babies arm…. tipped with a huge purple mushroom dome.….. Even his balls were huge… TWO orange sized testicles dangling down towards his knees……. Full with enough SPUNK to drown a girl!

It was the biggest thing I've ever seen on a man….. It frightened the shit out of me. And I wasn't going to be "ON THE RECEIVING END" of it !!!!!! It was sooooo big… I actually felt a twinge of concern…. for my wife's tight little white cunt……. Having not yet had children… The largest thing to have "probed her depths … was my little FIVE INCHER.

"WOW…..! " KAY sighed.."ALL THE RUMOURS IV'E HEARD ARE TRUE …!"

I then watched in total disbelief….as my wife….reached out and wrapped her long slender white fingers…. around another man's PRICK !!!!

"OOOooooohh…." She purred.. " IT'S SOOO… BIG…AND HARD…!" she grinned mischieviously……. as she lazily pumped its foreskin… back and forth….. over it's massive bell end!

"MMMmmm NICE…" PHIL moaned…" SHALL WE PLAY……HIDE THE SAUSAGE…..?"

"ERRGGGHH…I'M….NOT SURE….?" She stuttered….nervously. "I'VE NEVER…. HAD ONE…. QUITE .. THAT BIG…?" "MY HUSBAND'S ONLY… GOT FIVE INCHES…. She grinned nervously.

PHIL smiled at her wickedly.

"WELL….BOTH YOUR MATES…..BABS and CHRIS…..MANAGED TO "ENJOY IT "………He challenged.

KAY thought for a moment or two……Then a mischievous grin, spread across her face.

"WELL….."IF"….THEY CAN…..ACCOMMODATE YOU…..SO CAN I !!!" She giggled nervously.

As PHIL moved in for….."The kill"…KAY fended him off, playfully.

WO…….BOY…!!" She grinned " I NEED TO ….POWDER …MY NOSE ! FIRST" She laughed, turning away….and sauntering, sexily, out of the room.

Like PHIL, I thought she had gone to the loo so I continued to watch and wank.

I almost jumped out of my skin…when I heard KAY'S voice…right beside me.

"I CAN SEE….YOU'RE …ENJOYING..MY PERFORMANCE…..!" She whispered… sarcastically, looking down at my well wanked penis.

"YOU'RE…..FUCKING BRILLIANT !!"…I stammered, trying to recover from the shock of being caught "wanking".

"SO?" she hissed " ARE YOU SURE…..YOU STILL WANT…ME TO DO THIS….?"

"THIS SITUATION…IS SO FUCKING EXCITING….I JUST …..CAN'T WAIT…TO …SEE YOU…. DO IT…! I confessed guiltily.

ARE YOU GOING TO BE ABLE TO…."HANDLE IT "……IF HE PUMPS MY BELLY….."FULL OF HIS ….BLACK BABY BATTER ?" She grinned wickedly.

"YESSS….I'M…SURE…!" I groaned.

"OK….!" She laughed cruelly " I'LL DO A DEAL WITH YOU …….! I'LL…..LET PHIL….."HAVE ME"……IF….YOU PROMISE TO…… "KISS MY PUSSY BETTER"……..AFTERWARDS……."

I was totally shocked by her condition….. Watching my wife getting her brains "fucked out " by a black guy, was one thing….. Having to lick another bloke's spunk from her cunt…… was something completely different!

"WELL….?"She demanded.

What could I do…? My feelings of lust were overwhelming and my stiff prick was aching for release.

"YESSS….OK…" I agreed, very reluctantly.

"WHAT'S…..LOVER BOY…DOING IN THERE ?"…..She laughed.

I peered back into the lounge. "FUCK…!" I hissed " HE'S…STARK BOLLOCK…NAKED…..AND HE'S KEEPING THAT MONSTER COCK… OF HIS …. HARD… FOR YOU…!" I joked nervously.

"MMMmmmmm…" KAY mused.

"I THINK MY POOR LITTLE WHITE PUSSY IS GOING TO NEED SOME….LUBRICATION" She said thoughtfully.

As I considered….what my wife meant….She quickly pulled her top up over her head …and tossed it away! Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her lacy black bra and discarded it…… allowing her firm 34C titflesh…to bounce into view…… Then she slid her thumbs under the elastic waistband of her panties…… and peeled them down...

I was totally gobsmacked by her out door STRIP…..in public… in full view of any of our neighbours who might be lucky enough to be looking…. I assumed that she wanted me….to "GET HER WET " So I moved towards her….drooling penis in hand."

"ERRRRrrr……I DON'T THINK SO !" she teased cruely.

"I'M A "ONE MAN WOMAN"….AND I DON'T WANT YOU …..CONTAMINATING….MY PUSSY…WITH THAT….LITTLE THING !"

KAY then sat back on a chair…parted her thighs……and grinned.

"USE YOUR TONGUE……!" She commanded.

I knelt between her legs and eagerly pushed my tongue in between her perfumed pussy lips and licked the entrance to her CUNT. Her LOVE juices were flowing as her vagina drooled in anticipation.

"I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE……THAT'S…"READY FOR SEX !" I joked.

"MMMmmmmm THAT'S …SO…..NICE ..…..!" She moaned.

Then the cruel irony…dawned on me…Here I was….preparing my wife's CUNT… for another man's pleasure !… and what was even more concerning… was that she seemed to be really enjoying…. my humiliation!

"WO….WO…!" She shrieked… "ENOUGH !"… squirming out from under my onslaught.

"ENJOY YOURSELF…..!" She teased as she sauntered back into the house.

I repositioned myself at the window just in time to see my wife make her "Grand entrance".

"TARRRRRAAAAGGHHH…..!" She declared…as she posed…NAKED except for her HIGH HEELS and……..her wedding rings!!!!!

"WOOOOW…" Phil hissed…."YOU'RE …EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL….IN THE FLESH….THAN I HAD DREAMT……."…he complimented.

That was the moment … when …. reality finally dawned. This was no longer a "Dirty " little private wanking fantasy. This was …my loving wife naked in front of another man……… and willing to let him …………"FUCK HER'.

I don't know whether it was the hours of sexual anticipation…or the pure eroticism of the situation…… I came on the spot sending jet after jet of my semen out into the cold night air.

When I eventually recovered from the most "earth moving" orgasm ever… I refocused on the lovers…. but… now that my lust had been satisfied…. my perspective had changed. I was now "not so sure" I actually wanted my fantasy to…… CUM TRUE. I wondered if my loving wife… would be the same person after PHIL finished with her BODY. I watched as my naked wife joined PHIL on the settee. "The contrast between KAY'S creamy white flesh… and PHIL'S shiny black skin added to the deeply erotic situation…. My prick twitched back to life….. My twinge of conscience forgotten as my LUST returned.

To be continued............

A few have expressed doubts about such things actually happening in today's society, but believe me, they are there, real and thriving. Regardless of what many believe, these organizations do not only exist, but they are expanding at a rapid rate on every level of society, and especially within the lower levels where you find gangs. But too, they are also flourishing at within the upper levels of society where money and sex are like a whirlwind.

Also, many non-believers seemingly doubt the expanding and dramatic interest in beautiful white women, married and single, by the affluent black men of today's society. The very real Secret Society was born and thrives today. My stories are partly from real life experiences and partly from fantasy or tales told to me by others. As you read Part II of the Secret Society, let your mind decide which is which.

To pickup where I left off... here are a few paragraphs from part one:

I placed my hands to my sides, palms out, spread my legs a full 18 inches apart and waited for further instructions. My cotton dress now allowed the black men on the sofa to see through it and clearly between my legs. My nipples had grown hard and were pushing against the tightness of the fabric that covered them. My breathing was short and fast. I could feel the wetness between my legs with the cool air now circulating there. I had long since removed my bra and panties. My mind was asking me again just what the hell was I doing there?!

The comments from the black men in the room were now in full chorus. "Damn man, this is a fine piece of white ass, and would you look at that diamond ring! She is married too!."

One of the new black men said, "She obviously needs some good fuckin! All married white women that look this good need a good fucking!"

"She's gonna get a good fuckin' if I have anything to say about it," said another.

Max got off the phone and walked over to me. He was facing me and just a little to my right side. He reached between my legs with his right hand and raised the hem of my skirt as he fondled my wet pussy lips with his big strong black thick fingers. I felt him insert his middle finger into my wet pussy. I took a quick short breath but held my position. He squeezed my crotch hard with his hand, his finger still in my pussy. I felt as though he could lift me off the floor with just one hand if he wanted to. He was that strong. His other hand reached behind me and undid one button at the top of my dress and then unzipped it all the way down past the top of my curvy ass crack. He pulled his finger out of my throbbing pussy and used both hands to pull the dress off my shoulders and down over my body.

I stepped out of it. As noted, I was wearing nothing underneath. Now, fully naked except for my high heels, my freshly washed pussy as naked as she could ever be, I was totally exposed to the black strangers in the room.

There is no way to sit here at the keyboard and tell you of the feelings I was having, or of the many different thoughts that were shooting through my mind like lightning bolts. I was born in the south with deeply conservative views, and to realize what I had gotten myself into at this point in time was beyond reality. I am standing there completely naked except for my 5" pumps, actually feeling my knees shake. My mind is again asking me, "What the hell are you doing here... bare ass naked in front of five black men?" As I was growing up, the black men and boys in our small southern town were always making rude comments to us white girls. Most of us, although filled with fantasies about them, would never, ever consider letting them see more than the publicly accepted amount of white flesh. It just wasn't done!

Joe, Max, and the other black man were now fully involved in discussing membership applications, the business of the "Society," and scheduling of the next meeting. Without seemingly paying any attention to me at all, this went on for a full 30 minutes. It was almost like I wasn't there. Was this all just a dream? My mind wondered when reality would return.

Then, Max spoke first. "Peggy," he said, as I was startled to attention. "See the bar over here behind us? We drink Johnny Walker Black on the rocks. Prepare doubles for us. Move girl!" he instructed.

I quickly walked over to the bar, feeling their eyes following my every naked move. I twisted my bare, curvy white ass much like runway models do as I walked to the bar. I prepared the drinks and carried first two to the table, placing a napkin on the table for each. Then I returned to the bar and brought the rest.

Then, without being instructed to do so, I returned to the submissive position I was in prior receiving the instructions. This was a big deal within the Society, and is described in detail in part one of this narrative. That seemed to meet with their approval. I smiled on the outside, but on the inside, I was wondering if they had the slightest idea as to how much all of this was physically and mentally wearing on me. Their meeting continued, again, without any attention being paid to me.

After these black men discussed a trip that was to take place, Joe said, "I believe our little married white lady friend would make for great entertainment at the event." The other men agreed, and all glanced in my direction. "Peggy, you will be going with us to the meeting in Grand Bahama in a few days, if you make it through tonight. Make your plans accordingly."

My mind raced. What was he talking about... if I made it through tonight!? After another 20 minutes, they all agreed that they had taken care of their business for the evening, and now it was time for what was to come next.

Max stood and said he was going downstairs to make sure everything was ready for Mrs. Peggy's public appearance. I couldn't imagine what was to happen, but I really didn't have a choice at this point. By this time, I was a total and complete captive. My anxiety grew in dramatic leaps and bounds. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was very wet. This little lark that had begun as an erotic trip of curiosity had now overwhelmed me, and I was in way over my head. I remember thinking to myself, "What the hell had I gotten myself into!" I almost said the words out loud, and deep down inside, there was a feeling that I must either wake-up or run, and soon!

Joe told me to take position one. I stood. Spread my legs as if an inverted "V" and waited. I could feel his eyes as they focused on my somewhat pronounced labia minora, as the sexual tissue hung below my pussy lips. My mind said, "Men seem to like that. I wonder why."

"Turn," he said. I begin to turn in a circle. I didn't know if he meant to turn and stop or keep turning. I kept turning. Then, he said, "Stop." Joe was seemingly in charge of the white women in the Secret Society. He managed all of us like a heard of paid for whores, and took little or nothing in the way of negative responses. I had seen him slap a beautiful young white gal earlier, and I didn't want any of that.

I stopped with my back to him. I again assumed the position with my legs spread. Joe walked over and began rubbing my ass cheeks. I jumped in response to his initial touch. The warmth and strength of his large black hands was reassuring to me even though I knew I was going to be tested later. Then, without warning, he slapped the right cheek of my bare white fanny with a forceful slap!

He spoke, "Peggy, this is Mr. G. He is our founder and C.E.O. of the Society. We are all participants at his direction and pleasure. Mr. G will lead the ceremony this evening in which you will be presented to our local membership, some of whom you met earlier. You will do as told without hesitation. Look up!"

He was a very large and very dark black man, probably 6'9", maybe more. His hands were large and his eyes were covered with large sunglasses. I looked at his long fingers, wondering if there was any relation between fingers and cocks. We've all heard of that by now, I guess.

I raised my eyes from the floor, turning my face upwards from the submissive position I had been in. My eyes were locked on this big black man. He had a forceful appearance, towering over the other black men I had encountered. Although I could not see his eyes, it was obvious from my inner feeling that we was checking out every inch of me, my eyes, my face, my snow white breasts and then my pussy and legs. He was looking, oh yes, he was really devouring every inch of my white flesh.

He smiled, reached out and cupped my right breast and said, "Very nice, Ms. Peggy, VERY nice." Then he released my tit and walked away.

Max continued, "The ceremony will last only an hour. and then you will be brought back up here and allowed to dress and leave. You may speak when asked, then and only then, do you understand? Are you prepared to be presented to the membership?"

I answered with a shy, "Yes," my head now bowed again, naked as the day I was born, standing there in nothing but high heels. I was shaking so much that I could feel my legs tremble! I was looking for an erotic adventure when I got myself into this, and I suddenly realized I had certainly found it!

"Are you willing to publicly affirm your willingness to devote yourself to the use and pleasure of the membership of The Society?" Max was looking at my nipples as he asked, and then he reached down between my legs and fondled my extended labia, commenting that he liked fully grown and mature white ladies, especially married ones.

"Yes Sir," I shyly responded knowing any other response might be a disaster at this point. Time and place had now become a blur, and I had that feeling again. It was indeed time to wake up and find myself at home, safely snuggled in my bed next to my husband. Clearly, that wasn't happening, and I was now into an erotic adventure way over my head. My mind raced back to the evening I saw the old porn movie, Behind the Green Door, and how I wondered at the time just how could a girl could get herself into such a situation. Well, now I was there and this wasn't a movie or a dream!

Joe walked over to me with blacked out designer sunglasses, and proceeded to place on my head totally blocking my vision. My anxiety was building. Next, I heard Mr. G. say, "It is time." With that, Joe took me by the hand and walked me over to the door and opened it. I remembered there was a landing and then several stair steps. Joe said, "I will lead you down the stairs."

He not only managed the white pussy for the Society. He took care of it, getting his share anytime he felt the need. As we were walking down the steps, he said to me, "Mrs. Peggy, tonight you'll find there is new meaning to the saying, 'White men have white cocks, and black men have big black dicks."

I could hear the music from the juke box and lots of people talking and laughing, some of them men and some women. My embarrassment began to build. I felt weak at the knees, and I could feel my heart racing. The anxiety was almost overwhelming. What was to be done with me and how many people were in the downstairs bar? Would any of them know me? After all, I did live just one town to the south! My mind was in such a whirl that I had almost forgotten that I was totally naked except for the blacked-out sunglasses and my five inch pumps.

I held firmly to Joe's hand as I took one step at a time. It wasn't easy to go down the steps blindfolded in five inch pumps. Finally, we reached the bottom step, and I heard the music begin to fade and the conversations suddenly turned to silence and whispers. I could sense the presence of all eyes on my total nakedness. As the whisper directed, I stood tall. I arched my back letting my curvy ass become more pronounced, and my breasts tilt upwards with my nipples reaching outward into the cool air. My legs felt taught from descending the steep steps in the five inch heels. My spade ankle bracelet brought a chill as I became aware of it dangling on my right ankle. There was a hush in the room. I could hear Mr. G. walking across the floor in front of us.

Joe led me to the stage. He then turned me facing the room, then said, "Member of the Society, guests, please allow me to introduce you to our newest servant. This is Mrs. Peggy Sanford. This fine married white specimen of womanhood has pledged and demonstrated her devotion to the Society and the members thereof. She is here tonight to experience her first public display, as those white women who have come before her have done. I welcome each and everyone of you, and encourage your participation in her initiation this evening. As you know, she is here willingly, because she now knows and understands her place in life's modern order where the black man will soon rule. Your patience and assistance is called for. Her public display will be limited to one hour this evening. After her welcome, some of you will be invited upstairs to further initiate her into the service of the Society. I now present you our founder and leader who will personally oversee Mrs. Peggy's initiation, as only he can do. Mr. G!"

The people around the room stood and applauded. I heard Mr. G. say, "Thank you," several times. Then, the room again became quiet. Mr. G. spoke, "I thank you for your attendance here this evening. As you know, our Society exists on being secretive and not allowing what we see and do here to be known outside the walls of our membership. Our objectives in society will not work if we are exposed before our day arrives. This activity tonight falls into that same category. I would encourage you to display your approval and welcome another exceptionally beautiful white woman into the Society. Her initiation acknowledging the physical sexual superiority of black men over our white male counterparts is part of her public initiation. During her willing sexual submission, you will be invited to participate as you have done in the past with other notable white women of our fine community. I highly encourage you to enjoy this married white woman who now places her allegiance to black man. Only those of you who have recently undergone medical testing will be allowed to participate, as in the past, as we do not want to soil our white ladies. Let us now begin."

There I am, standing there bare ass naked, legs apart, facing the crowd wearing only my high heels, my black blindfold, my ankle bracelet, and nothing else. I had no knowledge of what was coming next, but with the word "sexual" in Mr. G's comment, things were starting to come together! I then heard Mr. G. walking toward me. He reached down between my legs and fondled my pussy, saying, "You and this willing white pussy will serve us well, my dear."

The room was mostly silent. I hadn't been able to determine the number of people in the room but I remembered how large the room was when I entered, and could now picture in my mind what it must look like, now filled to the maximum. My glasses still firmly in place prevented me from actually seeing anything. My awareness of my total nakedness in front of all of the strangers was both exciting and embarrassing. I remember thinking that those who knew me as a country club wife would imagine me here, in this place, naked, in front of who knows how many blacks! To make it seem even more insane, I was here because I had walked through the door on my on.

Mr. G began to talk again. "My friends, members and guests, there was a time not so long ago that the black man was slave to the white man. Our ancestors were servants to both the white man and the white women, as history clearly describes. Unknown to most white men, there was a darker side to many of the white women. This was a lustful side. The white woman has long has a deep wanton for the black man because of our well known and rumored sexual superiority."

"Today, as has been discussed within our Society here and within our black brother Societies elsewhere, that if the perfect race is to be born and survive, black men are not only to be superior to the white man, but it is our destiny to breed the beautiful white woman to create the new human race of perfection. We pick only the most beautiful and talented white woman, and those with the exceptional white bodies that can accomplish our objectives. To do this, in many situations, we must educate and seduce the classic and unique white woman to make her realize her destiny is with the black man. That is ever more obvious today in our modern society, now that the black man has and is taking his proper place as leaders."

"On any given day, you see this on the street, in the movies, in the modern society dress, and at the altar. The Society was formed to provide an avenue that black men and white women could travel together, living out wanton lust for each other. This is a new opportunity in which black men can openly dominate the willing beautiful white female, single or married for the benefit of all. This does not exclude black women but instead raises them above their white counterparts for they are no longer to be subordinate."

"Tonight you are witness to the public initiation of an exceptionally beautiful white woman. Our subject tonight is married, which often presents a challenge. But, her mind and body are now ours, as are the other married women in the Society before her. She holds a respectable position with a prominent company and in the eyes of the white community. She can be described as proud, beautiful, and among her white counterparts, as proper and perfect. Tonight she is here to commit herself, her mind, and her beautiful white body serve the black man totally and without reservation. I will take my seat now to enjoy, as you will, the initiation of this beautiful married white woman. I ask for your cooperation and assistance in the use of this beautiful white woman's sexual charms after this night is over, as she will soon be a true servant of the Society. Her commitment tonight is an open display that she is here to serve you, all of you, when you like and where you like, any time and anywhere."

With that I heard him walk away off the tiny stage. Immediately after, I heard two men walking toward me. Each took me by my arm and guided me across the floor. They then placed me on a slanted table. Although I was on my back, I was tilted so those watching could see everything.

My head was placed so it leaned back. I could feel my ankles being stapped with cuffs and soon my legs were opened and I was sexually completely exposed. I felt as if the world was looking at my pussy. My wrists were then cuffed and held firmly attached to the table on each side. My breasts were thrust upward by the tilt of the table, and my nipples were made more prominent as turned hard as rocks. My breathing rapid and shallow. My face was flushed. My pussy wet with anticipation. Then, one of the men took the black glasses off.

From my position I could see most likely 30 or 40 mostly black men and a few very pretty white women in the room. The white women were either naked or mostly naked.

Then it began.

A black man who was totally dressed in black, compete with hoodie, walked out with a cord and some kind of instrument on the end. I couldn't move. What the hell is that thing? Is this something electrical he's going to torture my pussy with?

In answer to my mental questions, I suddenly realized he was holding a tattoo needle! "Oh my gosh, what is he going to do to me?!"

To be continued....