0 comments/  17443 views/  3 favorites

Mandigo

By: eturnalflame



As soon as I stepped into the room, I knew this was going to be one hell of a night. I had been prepped on what to expect, but I still wasn't prepared for this. Where had these people been hiding? This was certainly not your normal crowd. 

The men moved with the grace and dignity of the ancestors, and the women seemed to float on mid-air. All the beauty in the room was nearly too much for me to handle. For a moment, I began to question if I even belonged.

After scanning the room in amazement, I decided to find the ladies room and try to regain my composure. Once safely inside a locked stall, I let out a deep sigh, re-adjusted my lace satin bra, straightened my silk fitted pants suit and prepared myself to go mingle.

I touched up my make-up on the way out, gave myself the once over in the full length mirror near the door.

Damn! I forgot how good I looked. My perfect coke-bottle shape fit snugly into my red satin one-piece. My cherry red and silver stilettos set my outfit off just right. Those and the perfect, sparkling diamond earrings and necklace. The spaghetti straps rested beautifully on my smooth mahogany shoulders and revealed my shapely arms perfectly.

Yes... I definitely belonged here.

I stepped out of the ladies room with the confidence of a queen and strode proudly toward the bar. I noticed the many stares and double takes of men and women alike as I passed. My confidence grew, a warm strength radiating from my core.

Once at the bar, I ordered an apple martini and settled onto a barstool. I resumed my scan of the crowd. I couldn't help but notice a small group seated at a table directly to my left. Of all the magnificence in the room, this table contained the best of the best, every beautiful shade of brown imaginable; from deep dark chocolate to creamy caramel.

As I studied the beauty before me, one of the men in particular caught my gaze. I was immediately mesmerized. He was a strikingly delightful shade of smooth medium light brown, like a delicious cup of cappuccino. He wore shoulder length, well manicured locks that fit him to a tee. His teeth were perfectly straight and as pearly white as a Crest T.V. commercial. He wore an all white linen suit with a small gold bracelet.

Our eyes met. I nearly spilled my drink and slipped off my barstool. This man was simply gorgeous. We sat staring into each others eyes for what seemed like hours, until finally I broke free from his spell and turned to face the bar. I calmed the raging storm of butterflies fluttering in my stomach and ordered another drink. As I handed the bar tender the money, I heard what sounded like the voice of a god asking if anyone was sitting on the stool next to me. 

I shook my head. "No, feel free."

I took my change and slid it into my small silver hand purse. I smiled politely as I glanced up. To my delight, it was the gentleman I had been entranced by only moments ago. He sat down beside me and introduced himself.

"Osirious Black," he said as he held out his hand.

"Traci Moore." I placed my hand in his huge warm palm. I felt tingles shoot up my spine and an instant throbbing in my most sensitive area. I was shocked by the intense reaction I had to a simple handshake. This was not, however, a simple man by far.

"I noticed you from my table and was compelled to come over and introduce myself. You look like someone I would want to know," he said.

"Oh really?" is the only answer I could mutter. The smell of his cologne made it hard for me to concentrate.

"Yes, really. You stand out and in a crowd like this, that's impressive."

He smiled, revealing those beautiful perfect teeth. I found myself staring at his succulent, soft lips, imagining them planting delicate kisses all over my body. I felt my red satin t- backs become damp.

"Well, thank you," I smiled back, "this is quite a crowd, I must say. I was pleasantly surprised."

He nodded and his locks swayed softly onto his shoulder. We sat in silence for a moment. I finished off my drink.

"Can I buy you another?" He motioned for the bartender before I could even reply. "So, are you meeting someone here or did you come with anyone?"

"Actually, no," I replied. "I'm new in town and I heard about this place from a co-worker and just thought I'd come check it out."

"I see. Well, I'm glad you did. I knew you weren't from around here."

"And how did you know that? Are you saying that I don't fit in?" I gave him a coy smile.

He chuckled. "No, actually you don't. Most women are usually in groups here. Your confidence is intriguing. That's why I had to meet you. I love a woman with confidence."

He gazed into my eyes with such intensity I felt my gateway moisten and pulsate. How this perfect stranger could affect me like this was puzzling but enticing.

"Well, thank you." I licked my lips softly and begin to sway to the music. "I'm starting to feel these martinis," I admitted.

"Really? Would you like another one?" Osirious grinned.

"I think I will." I smiled back. Tonight was a night I needed to be uninhibited. I didn't know how long I was going to be in town, my job was already talking about transfers and the package was pretty tempting. After two more drinks, Osirious asked me to dance. We found a dark corner on the dance floor and found a sexy rhythm to Jamie Foxx's "Do What You Do," which happened to be one of my favorite songs. Our moves seemed practically rehearsed. We flowed in perfect harmony.

As we danced, we got more and more familiar with one another's body. After we danced up a sweat and damn near an orgasm, we decided to take a break. The music was great and I'd never had a man so sensuous and compatible on the dance floor. We found a table and after making ourselves comfortable we engaged in a deep and stimulating conversation. We were in a world all our own. Osirious obviously forgot all about his friends from the table earlier, and I hadn't even given a second thought to mingling and evaluating all my options. I was totally engrossed and satisfied with the first man I'd met that night.

Before we realized it, it was late. The lights came on and the DJ announced the club would be closing in ten minutes. I hated for the night to end. Osirious asked if I'd like to join him for a late night snack but I refused. I had an early deadline in the morning and I had to get some sleep. We exchanged numbers and he promised to call me the very next day. He walked me to my car, kissed my hand, thanked me for a lovely evening and watched me drive away. I dreamt of him all night.

After weeks of late night phone conversations, picnics in the park, dining out, dining in, even exercising together, I was ready to burst with desire. I'm not the type to jump into bed with just anyone. I need to be totally comfortable. Finally, I was ready to show this Nubian King exactly how I felt. He was not just anyone, and I was more than comfortable with him. We had a weekend getaway planned. I had everything in order, manicure, pedicure, bikini shave, the works. I had my hair up in a low maintenance roll, hopefully I could salvage it until my next appointment because I planned to get real wild this weekend.

We drove out to the private resort that overlooked the ocean. I stayed in the car and touched up my make-up while he checked us in. Once inside the beautiful, ocean view suite we settled in and tried to decide what to do first. We opted for getting a bite to eat and headed for the five star gourmet restaurant downstairs. After a fabulous dinner, we walked alongside the beach and watched the sunset. We returned to the sounds of soft jazz playing on the surround sound stereo, compliments of the house. Osirious led me by the hand to the bed and gently caressed my face. He looked deep into my eyes and told me how deeply his feelings had developed over the short time we'd known each other.

He delicately grabbed my chin and kissed me softly and gently on the lips while passionately embracing my neck and back. My windows opened immediately and my waters began to flow. I gasped for air as I was swept away in passion, lust, and desire. I grabbed the back of his head and slid my tongue seductively into his mouth. He kissed me harder and began to slightly tug on my hair. I ran my hand slowly up and down the shaft of his armor and felt him rise to attention, to my delight and excitement, he stood very strong and tall. 

He laid me onto the bed intimately and caressed my breast, kissing me and biting my top lip naughtily. My lakes were flowing at full capacity and I could hardly wait to feel him inside of me. I yearned to taste him, feel him expand in my mouth. I pulled away slightly, and whispered softly in his ear, "Let me put on something sexy for you". 

He chuckled softly, "Yeah baby, go put on something sexy for Daddy". I took a quick shower, applied my favorite bath and body works scent to my freshly shaven legs and pussy.

While in the shower, I plotted my moves for the remainder of the night. Suddenly I heard the T.V. turn off and could see under the bathroom door that the lights had been turned off. I finished up in the shower, prepped for the nights events and slowly walked out. I had a sexy, satin pink and white lace teddy with pink satin high heels.

To my surprise and delight, Osirious had candles lit all over the bedroom. Soft music played in the background. He was sitting in the Jacuzzi in the corner of the bedroom with two glasses of wine, strawberries, whipped cream, and chocolate surrounding the rim of the tub. He was a sight to behold with his locks pulled back off his face, his broad shoulders and muscular chest outlined in the candlelight.

He was the image of masculinity and divinity. I had to keep myself from dashing across the room and diving into the Jacuzzi.

"What's all this?" I asked innocently.

Osirious gestured with his finger to his lips for me to keep silent. He motioned for me to come to him, and as if in a trance, I slowly made my way to him.

Once at the tub, I seductively begin to take off my sexy little outfit and climb in to join him. He had never seen me in my birthday suit before tonight. The farthest we had ever gone was just simple grinding, a little finger play. He had become quite familiar with my breasts but beyond that, I just hadn't allowed things to go forward. 

Tonight, however, was no limits, no rules, no hang-ups. I was ready to take our relationship to a higher level and felt he was worthy of all I had to give. I could definitely appreciate the fact that he had never pressured me or been upset about my decision to wait, and felt the need to reward him accordingly and show him I had been worth the wait.

Once settled in the warm bubbling water, I let out a deep breath and let my head rest against the marble. Osirious moved in and handed me my glass of wine. I begin to sip slowly as we sat in romantic silence, listening to the flutter of the candles and the sultry sounds of Luther, Jamie Foxx, and R Kelly on the mix CD he had made especially for tonight.

He begin to feed me the strawberries with his mouth and we eventually began the most passionate kiss I'd ever had in all my thirty-one years. He soon placed my glass back onto the rim of the tub and spread the whipped cream and chocolate all over my breasts. He dipped and stirred the remaining strawberries into the mixture on my body and once all the strawberries were gone, slowly licked the rest.

My nipples were rock hard and I was as wet as the water in the Jacuzzi. We begin kissing again and he massaged all over my body with his strong wet hands, I begin to get weak. I felt his hands sliding down my hips, to my thighs. After a moment of massaging my thighs, I felt the lips of my canal open to his finger. He got me hot with first one finger, then another, and another, until I came all over his hand. He slowly raised himself out of the tub revealing a unordinary man piece of mandigo resemblance and a muscular, toned perfect body.

He was so fine!

Osirious lifted me out of the water and carried me to the bed. After lying me down so gently and carefully, he started exploring my entire body with his tongue. After licking my toes, massaging my feet, and giving me hickeys on the inside of my thighs, Osirious ate me for an hour. I lost count of how many times I came. He ate me from the front, the side, the back, upside down and right side up. I could barely breath. Once he finally decided to stop I could hardly move. I had to tell him to bring his manhood to my mouth because I didn't have the strength to raise myself up off the bed. He placed his head at my feet and put his cock at my face. I began to show him how I really felt with my mouth. How much I adored him, respected him, and wanted him was portrayed in that moment.

I sucked him harder and deeper until I could feel him expanding in my mouth and pulsating faster and faster. I knew he was about to explode. He started calling my name over and over and groaning sexily. It made me even more excited to see I was pleasing him. I took him further in. He came in my mouth as he yelled out that he loved me.

Whether it was just the excitement of the moment or not, I wasn't sure, but at the time I didn't care. It sounded good, and as quiet as it was kept, I loved him too.

He turned around to face me and held me close as he showered me with soft loving pecks all over my face and head. He kissed my hand and sucked my fingers. He looked me straight in the eyes and whispered "I love you."

Before I could respond I felt him slowly begin to enter into my sacredness. He moved so slow and sensuous, I could feel every throb of his dick. He seemed to grow as he continued to move in and I could barely handle it. We held each other close and moved to the rhythm of the ocean outside our window. I felt myself move to other dimensions through his love. It felt like we were spinning out of our bodies.

He turned me over and entered me from behind, this time with more fervor. We began pounding and pumping ourselves crazy. I came twice. Osirious turned me onto my side and held one leg up while he slid in and worked me over.

We fucked all night. 

He picked me up and pounded me up against the wall, we moved to the floor and he made love to me slow and sweet. He sat on the bed as I straddled him. He told me he loved me again and again. I rode him until the sun came up and told him I loved him too. We finally fell asleep in each others arms as the sun came up over the oceans edge.

Mandingo Hostel Pt. 01



Chapter 1
Erica





"Are you sure you want to do this?" Twenty seven year old Erica Miller asked her husband Harold with more than a little nervousness.

The house music was faint but distinctly hip-hop. Harold felt a twitch in the pit of his stomach at the thought of what they were about to do tonight. They talked about it for some time both uncertain at first but the more they talked about it the more both grew more grew turned on by it till it became almost an obsession. Recently Harold had a hard time getting hard and much to his embarrassment he started to have a problem with premature ejaculation. After many frustrating attempts Erica and Harold agreed to finally go through with it. 

It was through the internet that they were able to find what they were looking for: a private club called Club Mandingo boasting of total privacy and a safe resort for couples interested in experimenting in interracial sex.

"Yeah I'm sure." Harold said feeling more than a little nervous.

"Okay than." Erica said kissing her husband gently on the lips before they got out of the car together feeling more than a little insecure herself.

A tall burly black man wearing a nice suite and tie with a clipboard stood blocking the doorway.

"Name please?" 

"Harold and Erica."

Looking down at the clipboard he nodded stepped aside and opened the door.

The rap music was louder than first anticipated and at least thirty people mostly interracial white woman who were scantily clad with black men who were sporting male g-string underwear that showed off rather generous packages were dancing together seemingly at ease while the guys mostly white sat in the background watching. Their expressions were more than a little eager but some looked equally reserved.

A rather handsome black man wearing blue sweat pants with no shirt that exposed hard lanky muscles approached them. Fascinated Erica looked down despite herself noticing as she did that this guy had to be twice the size of her husband.

"Well, well you guys must be new." The black man had a genuine professional edge to his voice. "The names Luther." He said with a broad smile reaching out to shake their hand.

"My name is Erica, this is my husband Harold." Erica said jerking her eyes away feeling rather self-conscious as she reached to shake his hand in which he took in his own and bent down to kiss it.

"So I take it you're here to have some fun?" Luther asked casually surveying Erica and liking what he saw. She stood at least a foot shorter than himself and had one of those memorable faces not quite super model material but extremely attractive nonetheless. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off a ton of leg but still leaving a lot to the imagination. 

"Well we're here more to just check out this scene to see what all the fuss is about." Harold said interjecting before his wife could reply. "We're not sure how far we want to go."

Luther nodded thoughtfully at this. "How 'bout some dancing first. We got some more appropriate dancing attire in the back room if you'd like of course."

"Uh, sure why not." Erica said noticing as she did that Harold looked like he was about to object but thought better of it when she voiced her agreement.

Harold watched silently as Luther escorted Erica to the backroom noticing that Luther grabbed her slim white hand in his large black one. Luther joined him soon after she entered the room.


"So you guys been in this scene for very long?" Luther asked idly knowing the answer before it even exited Harold's mouth.

"Well not really but our sex life hasn't been the greatest and we've looked into swinging but heard about this place online and she's always been interested in trying a black man out." Harold replied feeling more than a little intimidated by this larger guy in more ways than one. A sort of nervous twitch entered the pit of his stomach at the way his wife and this rather larger black man seemed to interact together he could sense that his wife found this guy attractive and what's more it disturbed him more than it turned him on.

"Well look no further than this is probably one of the safest places your going to find out there." Luther said with a genuine smile showing off perfect white teeth.

A couple of minutes later Erica came out and caused Harold to gasp in instinctive surprise. She wore an almost sheer black bikini that barely covered her generous cleavage and showed off her beautiful pale skin. Never in all the years that Harold knew Erica did he ever see his beautiful wife dress so sexily. As he simply stared at his wife dumb founded feeling himself to start to stir in arousal Luther was already making his move.

"Very nice." Luther said casually approaching her with an almost arrogant swagger in his step.

Harold felt obligated to follow them to the dance floor an almost protective husbandly feeling came over him but he pushed it down not wanting to ruin the moment. For a long moment he watched them dance like a stranger in the sidelines and felt his stomach drop to the floor. They seemingly made the perfect looking couple their bodies rubbing close together their faces close together in an intimate fashion. 

Pulling his eyes away from his beautiful wife he went to the bar to order a drink as he found his eyes constantly moving to the dance floor taking in how they were virtually dry fucking in the middle of the dance floor. In all the time that they knew each other Erica never danced that way with him. As a matter of fact she never so much as wore anything remotely so revealing even in their private sex lives together. 

"So what brought you to the Mandingo hostel?" Luther asked loudly as their bodies continued to gyrate with the music.

"Well my husband's been having a hard time performing as of late. We eventually came across this interracial swinging site called Club Mandingo which referred us to the Mandingo Hostel..." Erica said feeling uncomfortable dancing since she wasn't used to it due to the fact that Harold almost never danced.

"No need to worry about that. I guarantee that you'll experience things that you've never felt before with my big cock." Luther said while grinding his pelvis provocatively against hers her leg as they continued to dance the night away.

Erica was startled soon followed by arousal. She could feel her knees weaken as she looked over at her husband noticing that his handsome face had this almost tormented expression on it. For some reason this only served to heighten her excitement after all he was the one that talked her into this. With some daring on her part she moved to grab Luther's cock mainly out of curiosity to see if it was really that big or if he just some socks down their to make it look that big.

A loud gasp came out as she felt Luther's hardness and that it was real, very real. It had to at least be ten inches and the most she ever had was six and a half and that was before her husband who was barely five inches. 

"What's the matter never felt a cock as big as mine?"

Erica could only shake her head in partial disbelief as they continued to dance to the music feeling more than a little naughty as she did so. Finally after awhile she felt more than a little tired.

"Hey you mind if we stop for a while and go see what my husband is up to?" She hollered feeling suddenly reserved at the knowledge that this guy was so well hung.

"Sure not a problem." Luther hollered back.

Harold gulped a shot a shot down feeling the pleasant burn go down his throat than settling into his stomach. The alcohol wasn't able to settle the anxiety that that was filling his stomach at the thought of his beautiful chaste wife fucking Luther's ebony cock. He wondered if the myth was really true about black men being well hung and if the saying 'once you go black you never go back' was legitimate.

"Honey we're going upstairs want to join us?" His wife's voice interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around he almost dropped his drink in amazement. She stood before him closely held next to Luther who had a big grin showing off wide even teeth. Her pale body a stark contrast against his coal black body. He could feel the blood rushing to his face as he realized that they were about to fulfill his long awaited fantasy. 

He could only nod his head as he got up filling more than a little unsteady on his feet. Walking slightly behind them as they headed up the stairs he couldn't help but notice how her slim white hand seemed to be engulfed by his freakishly big one.







Chapter 2





"Holly shit!" Harold exclaimed in complete and utter surprise.

Luther was stark naked showing off his hard muscular body but it was the cock between his legs that surprised Harold so much. It had to at least be ten inches thicker than his wrist and hard as a rock. It caused him to step back a little in dismay self conscious of his inadequacy in that department. His own cock was no more than five inches and fairly thin. 

Looking over at his wife who stood there wearing nothing more than high heels and absolutely beautiful he couldn't help but wonder if she'd be able to take such a huge cock. Judging by the look on her face she had to have been thinking the same thing.

"What's the matter never seen a real cock before?" Luther asked with a smirk looking pointedly towards Harold who flushed in indignation.

"Uh... No it's just I'm not sure if I can take that." Erica said her eyes looking at his cock with a morbid fascination. 

Erica couldn't stop herself from grabbing Luther's huge cock noticing as she did that her hand couldn't even fit around it. Her knees felt weak as she got on her knees looking over at her husband with an almost apologetic look in her sweet blue eyes before turning back to the huge black cock. 

"Hey why not take your clothes off as well and join in?" Luther asked Harold with a slight smirk.

Harold feeling more than a little flabbergasted hesitantly took off his own clothes noticing as he did how flabby his own body was in comparison to Luther who looked like he worked out every day. The real humiliation was when he finally took off his pants and underwear and noticing how small his own 5-inch penis was in comparison to this ten- inch monster dick. 

Luther's mocking laughter filled the room at the sight of Harold's thin white shriveled hard penis. 

"Man what the fuck do you call that?" Luther grunted as he felt Erica's pretty lips wrap around his cock head. 


Harold looked away embarrassed at how small his cock looked in comparison to this black stud realizing that he made a mistake in coming here with his wife. The way she seemed to worship this other mans cock was almost embarrassing especially at the way Luther seemed to laugh at him almost dismissively. 

Erica slowly bobbed her head back and forth absently tasting the rough salty taste of his semen. Soon loud slurping sounds echoed the chambers, moaning slightly she rubbed her pussy mound feeling absently how wet she was. This ache felt like nothing she ever felt with Harold before, it felt invigorating and subservient, and it was the most empowering feeling she felt in her life.

"Hey why not get on the bed and get comfortable?" Luther said.

Reluctantly Erica pulled away looking deeply in Luther's intense brown eyes before getting up and doing what he said. Looking over at her husband she felt almost moved to pity. 

Her beloved stood their his eyes red from holding back tears his cock as hard as she ever saw it but now it seemed to diminish in her eyes as she finally realized how much he lacked in the endowment department. There was a silent pleading in his blue eyes that had her hesitating.

"Hey Luther maybe we shouldn't do this..." Erica said breaking her gaze away from her husband's heartbroken expression right at Luther's considerable girth and size that still surprised her. Especially compared to her husbands much smaller size.

Instead of answering her he simply kissed her. It wasn't a chaste or faint French kisses that she shared with her husband on occasion but rather a hard unyielding and passion filled kisses that took her breath away. She felt herself give into this man as she melted in his arms feeling his hard cock head sliding into her pussy causing pleasure to stir throughout her body. 

Harold could only watch at the way his beautiful pale bride slowly submitted to this much larger black man and at the way the mans huge club seemed to tease her pussy lips. He could only whimper as the huge cock invaded her tight white pussy.

"Careful that hurts!" Erica cried out suddenly as she felt Luther's gigantic cock enter more than half way filling her in a way she never felt before.

Luther only grunted and thrust even harder causing her to wail in pain, her hands pushed on his muscular chest as if to push him off her. She knew such a deed was almost useless but she never felt so stretched before nor did she expect Luther to be so rough.

It was hard to tell when her cries of pain and protest turned into cries of lust and grudgingly unbridled passion. She never felt so full or complete as this guy made her feel nor could she remember feeling so owned by a man. Her husband could never come close to bringing her off, even on their first night together could he even come close.

Soon loud moans filled the room as she felt Luther's huge black cock invade every part of her uterus. His balls heavily slammed against her as he proceeded to fuck her in a way that she never felt before.

"Tell me you want me to cum in you." Luther whispered savagely ramming his cock in and out of her, his balls making slapping noises against her that filled the room.

Erica could only scream in orgasmic bliss as she felt Luther's hard black chest press against her soft white breasts, feeling something give in her. She couldn't define it until she looked over at her husband who was sitting down now with a befuddled expression on his rather plain face. His cock stood at rigid attention but it still dwarfed Luther's by more than half and looked more amusing and pitiful now.

Hours and four glorious orgasms seemed to go by when she finally felt Luther begin to stiffen inside her. 

"Fuck yeah cum in me Luther I'm yours for as long as you want me!" Her voice was like a strangers as she felt Luther slam in her one final time before jerking his hot cum shooting directly into her womb.

Breaking her gaze away from her husband she kissed Luther with a passion that surprised even her, realizing that she could even be conceiving this very moment. Her body convulsed as she unconsciously squeezed her pussy lips together trying to take as much cum in herself as possible.

After an eternity Luther felt his huge cock completely drained he finally pulled out his cock made loud slurping sounds. He laid next to her almost possessively as he looked over at Harold who looked absolutely crushed. 

"Hey Harold come over here." Luther said with such command that Harold had little choice but to obey.

He felt belittled as he noticed the cum seemed to be oozing out of his wife's pussy, deposited by another man. She looked truly ravished like something from a porno, he thought.

"Why don't you get over here and eat all that cum I deposited into your pretty wife eh?" His request came out as a command and his hard brown eyes had a cruel look in them that intimidated Harold.

Harold felt numb as he got on the bed and looked down at his wife's pussy and how stretched out it looked. He could see how sperm seemed to leak out from it as he leaned down smelling how strong and potent the black mans seed was.

"Y-you don't have to do this Harold." Erica whispered her eyes closing even as she said this as if telling him that she could want nothing more than this.

Harold couldn't help himself and gently licked at his wife's pussy tasting the pungent taste of this other man. He could feel how her legs seemed to close around his head forcing him to open his mouth fully sucking in all the pungent cum deposited inside his Erica's precious pussy. 

Nothing felt more humiliating or degrading in his entire life as he felt his wife pulling his hair forcing his mouth and tongue deeper into her pussy tasting the bitter salty taste fill his mouth as he felt his own arousal start to grow and his cock threatening to explode.

"Come on white boy suck out all that cum from her bitch." Luther commanded as Erica gasped marveling at how good her husbands tongue felt on her freshly fucked pussy. 

Suddenly against Harold's will he could feel himself begin to cum without so much as touching himself. His cum landed on the bed almost discreetly as he finally could feel the last of Luther's pungent cum fill his mouth.

Harold gasped loudly as he felt fresh air fill his lungs thankful that he was finally done with sucking out all that cum from his wife. His face felt flushed as if he just drank a shot of vodka, looking down he noticed that his wife seemed to have this self-satisfied smirk on her pretty face.

"You're done already whitey?" Luther asked idly he laid next to the beautiful white woman noticing as he did that their was small drops of cum on the sheets. "Why not do me a favor and take these sheets to the cleaners while I get cozy with your wife here?" Luther grunted as he got up in which Erica followed suite and pulled the sheets from the mattress.

Harold numbly took the sheets from Luther feeling almost as if he was some errand boy. As uncomfortable as he was with the thought of leaving his beloved wife with this man he still felt obligated to comply.

Before Harold closed the door he heard his wife and Luther whispering to each other in a intimate fashion, as if they've been lovers for years that almost instantly brought tears to his eyes. It was the soft throaty laughter that was his wife's that haunted him all the way to the cleaners.



-End Of Part One-



Mandingo Hostel Pt. 02



"For the last time we're not lost Sam!" Thirty-Eight year old Jake Fielding snapped at his beautiful wife of two years regretting it almost instantly after doing so. 

Samantha looked away from her husband so he wouldn't see the angry frustration on her beautiful face and into the review mirror. Most would say that Sam had one of those classic beauty looks but to Sam she looked a little to plain. Her lips were just a little to thin and her perfectly even face wasn't so perfect or even for that matter. Yet admiring glances she got, much to her embarrassment and Jakes obvious chagrin.

"Hey I see a house over there with lights on lets stop for a moment and ask for directions." Sam said.

Jake frowned but nonetheless pulled to the side he didn't like this neighborhood very much. For one almost everyone that lived in this area seemed to be rather unfriendly and not to mention most were probably into some form of illegal activity or another. Frowning he got out of the car along with Sam who looked relieved at finally getting directions regardless from who it may be.

"Let's hurry up and get the directions we need and get out of here." Jake said his breath steaming the cold night air.

"Don't worry honey I'm pretty sure that we're not that far off track." Sam said nervously noticing that a large looking black man was looking her up and down with an obvious appreciative look on his ugly face.

They could hear the music as they got closer to the house something that sounded like old school rap. Although since neither listened to rap or any 'black' music they really couldn't say.

Jake banged his fist heavily against the oaken door, both waiting somewhat nervously for the door to open.

A rather large and imposing black man opened the door his face rather handsome but very harsh in the faded light.

"Hey sorry to interrupt but we're looking for 19th St and we're wondering where exactly it is. You see we are supposed to go to a friends wedding and everything." Sam's voice faded as she noticed at the way the black man seemed to stare right through her clothing. Sam couldn't help but blush hotly as she reached for Jakes hand instantly seeking comfort from her husband. Black people in general never made her so uncomfortable as this man did with his frozen expressionless handsome face and cold brown eyes that set her instantly on edge.

"Where's that fucking door man that's supposed to here at all times?" The black man asked clearly annoyed.

"Well, uh sir, could you please just give us directions to where we need to go?" Jake said intimidated yet hiding it well.

"Sorry I'm just a visitor. "Names Tyrone by the way." He said offering a hand that Jake reluctantly took wincing slightly as he felt his hand get crushed by Tyrone's potent grip.

"Well nice to meet you Tyrone." Jake said resisting the urge to rub the sting out of his hand. "But we really need help finding this place."

"Well why not come in for a while the party just started an hour ago." Tyrone offered opening the door further in invitation. 

Seeing little choice in the matter both of them stepped inside hand in hand together. Sam gasped in pure unadulterated shock at the sight that greeted her while Jake could only stare in astonishment.

Mostly beautiful white women were in the middle of the of the living room dancing exclusively with black men while some white men watched on. What made it so odd wasn't the dancing itself but rather how close and slow the dancing was not to mention the hot kissing some of the women were doing with their black partners.

"What the hell is this?" Jake exclaimed in surprise to his wife, who didn't answer but rather continued to watch the dancing with an almost fixated expression on her pretty face.

"Welcome to the neighborhoods finest mandingo party."

Startled Sam and Jake turned around to regard the tall rather imposing black man.

"So what's a mandingo party?" Sam asked as soon as she was able to get past the lump in her throat.

"It's a place where white women and black men get together to have fun and where the husbands just watch and enjoy." His cold brown eyes seemed to sparkle as he silently took her in.

"Well... We're not interested in this sort of fiasco." Jake broke in not liking at all in the way the black man seemed to leer at his wife and jealous at the way his wife didn't seem at all keen to rebuff his attempts at flirting. "So if you could find someone who knows a where we're headed at we could be on our way."

"Sure not a problem." He replied casting one more leering look at Sam before heading back towards the party. 

"I can't believe the nerve of that asshole." Jake whispered harshly to his wife feeling himself starting to sweat as he watched the wives flirting almost shamelessly with the various black men.

"Hey why don't we sit down?" Sam asked feeling a sudden need to cool her husband's raging jealousy off. She didn't want to draw a scene, which they surely would if her husband continued to go on like he had a tendency to do.

Jake and Sam found an empty dining room chair that wasn't occupied. Sam always sensitive to her husbands short comings couldn't help but notice how some of the black guys seemed to be packing what looked like huge cocks. She could feel herself blushing as one black guy walked by his cock in its speedo seemed to bob back and forth threatening to burst out.

Finally after five to ten minutes that felt like an hour the black man strode back to them.

"Sorry no one knows where this location is at." He said casually, "Tell you what though we got a phone you can use in the back if you need."

Jake at a lost for words finally managed, "I'll go and call Jane. You stay here okay Sam?"

Sam nodded nervous to be left behind especially with this black thuggish looking guy who seemed to stare at her like she was some piece of meat. After giving his wife a reassuring kiss Jake got up and moved to the back of the room.

"So you like what you see?" The black man had a raspy quality to his voice that set her ill at ease. 

Sam looked away from the ruggedly handsome black man feeling a little ill at ease as she watched the women and men dance. "I don't know it all seems rather racy to me." 

Laughter short and raspy answered her. "I know it does especially to people who aren't interested in this sort of thing but you gotta understand that this is a simple way for the black man to get reparations for slavery."

Sam keeping her eyes fixed on the dancing felt a shiver dance down her spine as the black man settled next to her. She could feel the heat from him and notice the difference between him and Jake, at how he simply seemed to take over the whole couch while her husband simply left room for her to sit.

"You ever fuck a black guy before?" The question came out teasing as he tentatively grabbed her leg, his hand smoothly resting like they were long lost lovers.

"Uh, no. I can't say that I have." She replied suddenly feeling very dizzy and wishing that her husband would get back soon. "One time when I was eighteen at a sisters party a black guy hitted on me but I rebuffed his attempts and he never tried again."

"That's too bad." He whispered his hand slowly snaking up her dress marveling at her silky smoothness.

Sam swallowed a sharp gasp as he felt his thick fingers peel aside her panties and gently massage her pussy mound. She felt more than a little scared as he felt his hard finger rubbing against her clit. Never in all of her life had she ever felt so violated, an instinctive urge to slap his hand away was tampered by the hungry look in his eye.

"Look my husband will be back any minute so I would appreciate if you would pull your hand away." Sam couldn't help but feel the pleasurable sensations that this thug gave her, half worried that Jake would come in and throw one of his wild jealous rages.

"Oh don't worry about white boy." He replied with a tight smile as he idly began to penetrate her pussy with his index finger, marveling at how wet she was despite her apparent protests.

Sam couldn't help herself as she felt herself to weaken towards this dominant male. Her husband never took such a brazen approach with her even at his horniest. She grudgingly admitted that she would most sharply rebuke Jake if he even tried. Yet here she sat letting this rather rough looking black man finger her while her husband was using the phone.

****

Jake woke up feeling suddenly very groggy. He moaned noticing that he was gagged by what felt like duct tape as he remembered to black guys knocking him out while he dialed Diane's number. Grudgingly he tried to move noticing that he was tied to a chair and that he was it was very dark, loud mechanic-grinding noises drowned out any sounds that he made. 

A hopeless feeling came over him as he maneuvered about so he could see if anyone was out there, what he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat and the blood to drain from his face.

The entrance door opened and his wife came in hand in hand with the rough looking black man that greeted them at the entrance. They seemed to be in a deep conversation that he couldn't fully catch. Faint words about how she was worried about him reached his ears causing him to moan loudly in his gag that the loud music and mechanic grinding sounds drowned out.

"My boys said that he just had to go to the local grocery outlet to get a map and that he'd be back in twenty to thirty minutes." He said giving her a wide genuine smile that didn't quiet reach his eyes.

Sam felt a little unsettled all the sudden being with this black man in what looked like a rather comfy little room. She noticed that there was a glass mirror that over looked the bed and that the bed was queen sized with a nice blood red comforter on top.

"I don't know about this." Sam said feeling a little scared that her husband might walk in all the sudden imagining the naked rage in his eyes. Turning to Tyrone she moved to say something but his lips silenced whatever she might have said as he gently kissed her.

At first she tried to put up a fight by pushing him away but he was simply too strong for her. A slight whimper escaped her throat as she felt herself mold to this dominant male as the desire to fight fled. Something so wrong never felt so good as their tongues touched. 

Jake could only stare with disbelief any desire to scream or try to get out of his bindings fled as he saw this black man kiss his wife. The way she seemed to mold to this ebony monster was almost disturbing mainly in part because they never kissed like this. Numbly he could only watch as Tyrone undid Erica's dress revealing the virgin see through white panties and matching bra that Jake bought for her on their anniversary. 

Like a newly wed couple Tyrone, not even breaking from the kiss, lifted her in his strong arms and laid her on the bed. Jake could feel his heartbreak as he looked at his beautiful wife who seemed equally into the kiss that she was sharing with Tyrone. He could only watch as he saw this rough black man take off his shirt revealing hard muscles that you only get from working out in the gym for hours every day.

"I don't know about this Tyrone." Sam said marveling at the way his muscles rippled as he moved to take his pants off.

"For the last time don't worry about white boy. He'll be gone for a while my boys have him busy running errands." Tyrone replied his pants falling to the floor.

Sam couldn't stifle a gasp as she saw one of the biggest cocks in all her life flop out. It stood at least nine inches but compared to Jakes four and a half inches it was a monster. For the longest moment she could only stare at this mans cock, noticing that its blackness enhanced the veins going through it and how it seemed to stand erect like some angry god demanding attention.

"Tell me how does white boy measure up?" Tyrone demanded with a smug smile on his coal black lips.

Sam blushed as she realized that he was referring to Jake and felt like objecting although privately she felt that he couldn't be closer to the truth. Tentatively she reached out to grab the cock, noticing as she did that she couldn't even get her hand fully around it. Reluctantly she put her index finger more than half way down his black cock, feeling extremely sluttish as she did so. 

Cruel laughter burst out as Tyrone looked at how her finger went more than half way down his cock. "Surely your joking no ones that fucking small not even a white boy!" 

"Look I wish you would stop calling my husband a white boy! His name is Jake not whitey or white boy or cracker." Sam snapped much to Jakes pleasure. 

Jake was thankful and relieved to notice that his wife pulled her hand away from the big black cock and went to get her clothes from the floor but hope quickly sank when Tyrone simply swept her in his strong powerful arms and proceeded to kiss her again. She put on more of a fight than she did previously for what little good it did her.

Jake could only stare as his wife seemed to lose the fight in her once again. Noticing how her soft pale body was a direct contrast to the black mans coal black skin. His monster black cock seemed to sway and dance as he laid her back down on the bed, rubbing her beautiful body with his hard calloused hands. 

"Sorry for offending you but let me give you something that'll help mend the hurt feelings." Tyrone said with a smile gesturing to his equipment. "Suck me off and by that time your husband will be back and we'll simply forget this ever happened."

Jake wanted to make a loud noise to get his wife's attention as the grinding noise came briefly to a stop but was afraid that Tyrone would kill him if he did. Yet he couldn't repress a groan of defeat as his wife took the black mans huge cock in her small pale white hand and proceeded to put the mans cock in her mouth.

"That's it baby suck it nice and good." Tyrone groaned as she went down his hard pole one glorious inch at a time laughing a little as she gagged past the four-inch mark.

"Careful baby don't want to hurt yourself or anything do we?"

Sam looked up at the powerfully built black man with loathing in her pretty green eyes as she proceeded to jack him off as well as sucking him. Thoughts of betraying her husband like this fled as continued to suck this man off, conscious of the loud slurping sounds filling the room and the way she loudly gagged every time she went to far and fast.

As submissive and weak as Sam felt at this very moment she couldn't help but feel proud of herself as she sucked this black cock off. This was something that she never did with her husband even though he seemed to always beg for her to do it. And she felt like she was giving this black man a rather good blowjob seeing as it was her first time.

"Hey why not get on top of me and put my cock in your pussy." Tyrone asked casually, as he proceeded to lie on the bed, pulling away from her pleasure producing mouth.

The cock came out of her mouth with a loud popping sound as she stared at the black man with mixture of defiance and a settle hint of wanton lust in her emerald eyes.

"Promise me that my husband will never find out about this." Sam said taking her panties off revealing her freshly shaven pussy that she just shaved yesterday for her husbands benefit.

"Don't worry this will be strictly between me and you." Tyrone replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes as he looked at the young wife. Marveling at how innocent and fresh she looked with her nice firm breasts and how every curve seemed designed to attract the male eye. Her face had that young virgin innocent look that instantly attracted any male in the vicinity to her.

Jake could only stare with disbelief mixed with rage as his pretty white wife straddled the black man's large cock. Noticing at the way it seemed to slide against her pussy lips, struggling to get this mans much larger cock in their depths. At the way her dainty hand, its paleness a stark contrast to its blackness in the bright light, seemed to grip it and guide it into her tight pussy.

"Oh fuck that hurts!" Sam yelped feeling his thick cock penetrating her as if for the first time. Yet despite the brief pain she couldn't help but feel some pleasure mixed with it as well as she slowly lowered herself to where her husband could only reach. 

Looking down deep into the black mans eyes cursing at the way they seem to have this self satisfied look on his dark face that infuriated and challenged her at the same time. Finally as she felt herself go all the way down till their pubic bones touched she couldn't help but sigh.

"Wow you're one of the few white bitches to ever take me all the way." Tyrone grunted, marveling at how tight her pussy gripped his shaft.

Instead of replying Sam slowly moved up feeling filled for the first time in her entire life till only the head was in her pussy than moved slowly back down again gasping the whole time as she did. Nothing felt so filling or pleasurable in her entire life as she felt just now.

"Tell me you like it bitch." Tyrone said hoarsely as she slowly rode his ebony rod pleasure filling him as she determinedly began to pick up the pace.

"God you feel so fucking good!" She screamed as one of the strongest orgasms in her life overwhelmed her. Her body doing a weird convulsion dance as she fell against Tyrone's muscular chest.

No guilt overwhelmed Sam as she simply laid against Tyrone but rather now a sense of frustration as she realized that this would be the only time that she would do another man other than her husband. The realization that her husband never came close to giving her an orgasm as this black cock made her want to burst into tears.

Without thinking she found herself in Tyrone's coal black arms, their lips touched in a perverted dance of pleasure as he rolled on top of her, his body crushing her in his maleness. His amazing cock still deep inside her, fulfilling a need she never realized needed to be fulfilled until now.

Jake felt his entire life turn upside down as he watched his wife make love to this other man for the lack of a better word. The way his wife just rode his big black cock like a wanton slut, how it shone with her juices as she screamed in orgasm louder than ever. Lastly at the way they seemed to kiss like long forgotten lovers.

The kiss didn't seem to end as Tyrone gyrated his hips in and out of her once tight pussy. Her sighs of pure pleasure pierced his heart as he realized that he just lost his beautiful wife to this black stranger. Numbly he could only stare as tears blinded his vision as Tyrone's huge balls slammed against her as he began to roughly fuck her once more.

Tyrone seemed to be fucking her like a man possessed. Pulling out till just the tip was in than pushing in till his balls slammed against her. Her gasps and sighs were like needles going into Jakes heart. 

"OH GOD THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD!" Her piercing scream echoed the chambers like a gunshot. 

Nothing felt so good as Tyrone's cock at this very moment. The way it seemed to spread her pussy wide and how his hard powerful ebony body seemed to claim ownership over her soft pale body.

Jake screamed in his gag, newfound rage filling him as he watched his wife cum with this black man like she never came for him. Devastation filled him as he watched the black man grunt loudly and begin to cum into his beautiful wife's white pussy. The way they seemed to merge together, like they belonged together, was what hurt the most.

Their lips seemed glued together as the black studs ass clenched and unclenched in slow motion, filling her with its potent seed. For the longest time Tyrone simply laid on top of her, crushing the breath from her as his huge black cock slowly deflated and than he rolled off her, his dark body glistening with sweat from their exertions his cock making sucking sounds as it pulled out.




Mandingo Hostel Pt. 02



For a long moment they laid there in contentment as Sam who suddenly remembered her husband guilt filling her as she began to get up. Tentatively she began to put her clothes back on wondering what to tell her husband, immediately deciding that it was best not to tell.

"Where you going girl?" His rasp filled her with excitement mixed with anxiety.

"I need to get back to my husband. He'll be looking for me." Sam replied in the process of putting her dress back on.

"Oh yeah him." Tyrone grunted as he got up admiring the way her sexy body seemed to seduce the male eye as she put her bikini panties on.

She was just about ready to put her dress back on when Tyrone's phone rang.

"Yeah Tyrone speaking?" He grunted.

For a moment he looked thoughtful than a smile lit his handsome face as he looked over at Sam who was putting her bra on.

"Thanks I'll let her know." He said than hung up.

"Well no need to worry about your husband turns out one of my boys told him that you left for a hotel room for the night. Said that he'll be doing the same thing." Tyrone said getting up and striding towards her, his black cock still formidable looking even in its flaccid state.

"Oh I better meet up with him than. Where's the hotel... Ohhh." She managed as Tyrone suddenly wrapped his powerful arms around her and gave her one of those kisses that you only read in romance novels.

At first she struggled cursing herself for responding once again. Grudgingly she felt how his lips felt as his tongue snaked in, capturing hers.

"Why not stay the night and you can meet up with whitey tomorrow." He whispered hoarsely.

Sam could only stare in the powerful black mans eyes and barely nodded, gasping in surprise as he scooped her in his strong arms. Laying her on the bed with an almost tender expression on his hard face.

Turning to turn the lights off he looked over where Jake was hopelessly tied up and winked before leaving the room in total darkness.

-End Of Part Two-



Mandingo: My Secret Lover Revealed



It's been awhile since I last wrote a story for this site. My other stories were fiction. This story is 100% real. No names or locations have been mentioned, but the entire story is a true account that happened to me only a few months ago. I hope you guys enjoy, and if you want, I will keep you updated on my girlfriend and my secret Mandingo Lover.....



It was a late Monday night, and I was reminiscing of the last few day. I had just spent the whole weekend with my girlfriend, and it was an adventure of uninhibited sex of a magnitude I have never experienced with another girl. My girlfriend and I love to play with toys, and we have an 8" thick black dildo that she loves me to fuck her pussy with, while I am pounding her thick ass. It drives her fucking nuts. Well this past Saturday, when I removed the black monster from her pussy, which was soaking wet of her juices, she asked me to lick her juices off it. I can't begin to tell you the amazement I felt at this moment. I have been a closeted bi man for the last several years, and have a hidden oral fixation for big cocks, especially black cocks. Never have I told another woman this, nor does anyone in my life know of my hidden pleasure. I began to lick her juices off this black dildo, and then, my innate instinct took over, and beyond any knowledge, I began to suck on it, as if it was a real cock. This apparently turned her on so much; she came without me even touching her pussy. I then placed this black cock between both our mouths, and we both sucked on it together, I immediately got hard again, and was pounding her pussy, as we both sucked on this fake manhood together. I had the greatest orgasm of my life, and she came so much, she actually squirted. 

This was a new experience for me, in bed with a woman, and we both cuddled in bed, in conversation of what just happened. I explained to her how hot it was for me, and that it was something different but so erotic, but I never had any intention of being with a man before, and never would. (Yea right! but I didn't want her to fear me cheating on her). She was so excited that I enjoyed it, and then she asked me if I would let her fuck my ass with it. Now, even with all my experiences with men, and I have had many, I must have sucked off at least 100 cocks in my lifetime, at rest stops, off online sites, beaches, theaters, book stores, even gay bars, but never have I been fucked by any of them. I thought about it, but never wanted to out of the fear of the pain, and all the men I met were hap pence circumstances, I never trusted any of them to take my virgin ass. Well, I gave in to her demand, she put lots and lots of KY Jelly on that black dildo, and had me bend over, she rimmed ass real good, and then after much practice, got that black dildo in my ass. After I was comfortable she fucked me real hard with it, had me beg for that black dick, called me a fag, and fucked me so damn good. I came barely touching myself. She fucked my ass a few more times this weekend, and our sex life reached a whole new plateau. 

Now it's Monday night, and I'm thinking about this weekend. And I can't help but still be horny, and in desperate need of sucking a real dick. I haven't been with a man in months, but this whole weekend gave me a craving I had to fulfill. So like most closeted bi men do, I posted on Craigslist a simple ad, "28m Looking for Hung men, Tonight." I got a few responses into the late hours of the night, mostly from old men with 6" peckers. Nothing remotely interesting, so I ended up going to bed unsatisfied. 

Tuesday Morning I wake up and like every morning start to check my email. I immediately notice that I got an email early this morning, with my Craig list post as the subject line. The email reads:

Hey, I'm in ____________, need to get sucked this morning.

No cock size, no age, must be another old troll. But you never know, right? So I emailed him back.

"What's your age, stats, cock size, pic?"

Quick and to the point, I know, but I figured this guy was a troll, so I really wasn't caring too much. A few minutes go buy, and I get a response:

"28, black 6'2" 195lbs, 13"c, no pic"

"13? What????????" I said to myself. Ok this guy is a bull shitter, has to be. But he's black, and hey that's not something you can really lie about, right? I love to suck black cock, and I'm so horny, even a 6" dick would be better than nothing. So I ask for his address, he tells me, I shower and change and make my way over.

I knock on the door, and he greets me in. His stats seemed to be accurate so far, he was tall, skinny, and had a beautiful mahogany color skin. I especially liked the way he was dressed, south pole sweatpants, and a over sized south pole shirt. A real thug looking black man; just what I like. He guides me to his living room, and pulls his sweat pants down; I pull down his underwear, and see his enormous flaccid cock right in front of my hungry eyes. It was about 8 inches soft; I immediately noticed the weight of this monster as I immediately guided it in my mouth. I opened up my mouth as wide as I could, and let the head of it lie on my tongue. I slowly massaged this black dick with my loving mouth. Within seconds his cock was hard as a rock, and no kidding was over a foot long, and I'd say slightly less thick then the base of a beer bottle. 

"Man, you weren't kidding" I said, "Your cock is fucking huge."

"Yea man I didn't lie." He laughed.

I sucked this man the best way I knew how. Spit on his dick to make it nice and moist for my mouth. Cover my teeth with my lips as much as possible not to hurt him, and bobbed my head up and down as fast as I could, letting his cock bang up again my tonsils. At times, I slowed down, just to passionately feel this monster black cock in my mouth. Licking the base nice and slowly, especially the vein right below his monstrous head. I asked if he liked how I sucked his huge cock, and he nodded yes. 

"Man," he said, "can I see your ass."

"Sure, but I don't think I can take it in my ass."

After being fucked for the first time this weekend, I was a little more open to anal with a man, but this cock was just too big. He agreed, and just wanted to rim my ass as I sucked his cock. I sat my bubble ass on his mouth, and he fucked my hole with his long tongue, as I continued to suck his hard raging black cock. I have had my ass eaten by a few men including my girlfriend, but no one ate it like this man. He was a pro, eating my ass as if it was a pussy, fingering me, and making me moan as I sucked his huge cock. After a few minutes of our 69, he told me he was about to cum. I appreciate the warning, but I wanted his cum in my mouth. I sucked on his cock faster and harder, using both hands to jerk him off as I sucked on him. Just imagine both my hands perfectly grabbing his cock, one hand on top of the other, with another hands length above for me to suck? It was incredible.  Harder and faster I sucked, harder and faster, and then he came. His white liquid poured out of his cock, white and thick, down my waiting throat. His seed tasted warm and sweet, his cock exploded all of his man juices. At this point I want to slurp every last drop out of him, and marvel at my accomplishment as his cock softened up. 

My black Mandingo had a face of complete satisfaction. He told me it was the best head he ever got. I told him, he had the best cock I have ever sucked. I told him I hoped we could meet again, and he said he would like to. I wasn't sure if this was just a pleasant good bye, but next morning I got an email, asking if I wanted to come over again. Long story short, we have been meeting regularly, and he is the only man I plan on ever being with. I could never think of sucking another cock, after having this monstrosity at my call. He's my secret lover on the side, discreet as me, and has the biggest cock I have ever had. Soon, I think I may give him my ass.... And maybe one day, I can find a way to convince my girlfriend to have him join us in a threesome? Only time will tell, and you all will find out....



Mandingo Night



Interracial - Karma is a bitch

The most fun you can have with your clothes on.

Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels who was Cain Dalbert, Dashaun who was Danisha, Marcus who was Mishana. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time. Today's lesson is about what you do unto others.

Leigh Samuels puts on her black nylon stockings over her long toned legs, the kind you can only get from lots of running. It keeps her ass tight, but she has to strap down her 36D's with two sports bras to keep from bruising the damn things when she runs. She is going braless tonight, because it always makes her cousin Tony go speechless. Dinner at Ming Chow, the Grand Opening of a surprisingly high end Chinese restaurant, but Tony has an in, for the biggest event in Atlanta for the year. All to celebrate her 23rd birthday. A quick shake of her blonde helmet of hair, trimmed right to the jawline, a quick touch-up of her makeup after work, slipping on the little black mini-dress that practically screams "streetwalker!" and she flounces out of her apartment into the hot summer night.

Tony meets her with their engraved invitation, in a white seersucker suit, and guides them inside. Somehow it seems so right to be served, to have the best in life, to be waited upon. Like it is her heritage. Until she is talking about Shemar Moore, the black hunk of divine chocolate from the TV show "Criminal Minds". An innocent comment really, about how hot he is...

"So, you want me to score you some tickets to Mandingo Night?" Tony asks as he bends over to look deeply, not into her eyes, but into her cleavage.

Leigh spews out her wine, her cheeks flush, and a sudden dampness floods her pussy. Mandingo Night! Where desperate white women beg black men to service them with their huge cocks! She has seen pictures of cocks she supposes are the same size as those cocks, and suddenly the depraved, debased fantasy of her doing it floods her mind like the drumbeat of the jungle. The more she struggles, the harder it grips her, whipping her passion until she can barely breathe.

Tony can smell her arousal, but can also see the fury rising on her face, then the orgasm grips her, as her hips thrust, and she passes out right into her won ton soup! Tony gently cleans off her face, then reaches down her dress to cop a feel. He isn't proud he did it, but he never knew when he might get the chance again.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Dreams sometimes come unbidden, as do memories. Although she would not remember much of it consciously, Leigh has a dream right then, of riding a horse, into Savannah, some two hundred years earlier, her open shirt revealing not breasts, but the finely chiseled chest of Lee Smith, plantation owner. His cousin Thomas has told him of a striking Nubian chained in the slave market, and told him that he has to see her. So he rode to the market and found the pole she is chained to, her head high, proud and fierce. She would be his breeding mare to sire slaves to work his plantation for generations, he swore. Her large breasts could easily feed them. Her heavy bush indicates she has an easily opened cunt. She has a round ass for whipping. Her thick lips could service his member, draining his seed of all which he did not force upon her tight rear. When he tires of her, he could just share her with his fellow farmers for sport. The copper plate hanging from the iron ring around her neck names her "Danisha", and his fires of lust are so engorged he spends half a years profit on her purchase.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Tony leaves after making sure Leigh is OK, while she is still unconscious. He didn't want to be around if the rage he saw on her face returned. On the other hand, he could not deny how turned on she had been. He drove to the part of town he never should have gone to, purchasing two tickets for his cousin. $300, altogether, and despite that he has to endure the abuse of the cashier as well. "Look, a Cousin Tom, feeding us the hot white pussy he can't have for himself!"

"He sure as hell ain't no Uncle! Hey, Cousin Tom, care to sell us your mother - you little dicked fucker? We'll give you a discount!" another black man standing nearby taunts.

Tony shuffles away into the night, never bothering to correct them about the name, or the size. He mails the tickets to Leigh and forgets all about it.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Cayla Daniels is Leigh's partner in crime, her confidant, her consigliere. She is the tight assed dark haired bitch goddess from her days as a cheerleader, and she isn't about to let anybody forget it.

"He did WHAT?" Cayla practically screams into her phone.

"Sent me two tickets to Mandingo Night. I can go twice, alone, which according to the pamphlet I received means just some dancing and watching actual social club members do whatever they do, or - I can take my best girlfriend in the whole Universe with me. That way, if it is as dull as I think, at least I will have someone to talk to, since it says doors open at 7pm, but no exit until 11pm. Weird huh?" Leigh says, faking boredom while she is literally chomping at the bit.

"Oh, honey, you better take me with you. Don't want to have 'the boys' raping your fine white ass. I'll keep you so close they'll never have a chance." Cayla purrs.

"But it's OK if they rape other parts of me besides my ass? Like my mouth? Or my hot wet pussy?" Leigh objects hotly, halfway to being enraged.

"Oh, honey, I'd better cool down your pussy with my tongue! Does your mouth need some good kissing? You know your best girlfriend in the whole Universe would protect your virginity - if you had any left!" Cayla teases as they burst out laughing together. Cayla takes another toke off her bong, as she waits for Leigh to stop laughing.

"So Monday sound good?" Leigh proposes.

"Yeah, I'm way too toasted tonight. Besides, might let one of the 'bruthas' cop a feel if he could hook me up with some new smoke. I'm about out." Cayla complains.

"Cop a feel of you - or of me?" Leigh taunts hotly.

"Hey, honey, you know I wouldn't sell you off cheap..." Cayla laughs, as they say their goodbyes.

"So 6:30 Monday, I'll pick you up. Be dressed to impress. Let 'em look at what they can never have!" Leigh taunts as she hangs up.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Cayla drifts off into her own unbidden dream, her own fragmented memory of another life. She becomes aware of holding two nubians by the hair, forcing the slimmer Mishana into the crotch of the luxuriously padded Danisha, a blasphemy bestowing eternal damnation in their religion. Hardly less than a mortal sin in his, as he sees his reflection in their water trough. Cain Dalbert has "borrowed" his best friends best slave while he travels up to Charleston on business. That means their souls and lives are his to do with as he pleases, and he uses them roughly, knowing they are damned souls when he is done with them. When he climaxes in one, he makes the other consume it. This enrages his libido again and again, making them serve him in ways so profane they have no names for what he makes them do. At least he does not whip them.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Cayla and Leigh park at the club in a suburb of Atlanta they would otherwise never visit, a place so black even the cops are black. Her 300-ES Lexus gleams in the night, among many other similar cars. Leigh reminds herself that whatever else they might think about them, at least they have good taste in cars. They catch a glimpse of themselves in the chrome plate of the door, the Bimbo Blonde and the Princess of the Dark who were both very popular cheerleaders, halfway to looking like hookers in their short red and black mini-dresses with 4 inch mules. Leigh never stops to ask herself why they need a chrome plated reinforced heavy metal door, but is somewhat annoyed with it when it doesn't open until Cayla pushes the buzzer next to it.

"Two tickets to paradise." Leigh teases boldly.

"Don't recognize you two. Ever been here before?" the clerk, a genteel older black man asks respectfully.

"Nope. Heard a lot about it." Cayla brags.

"Doubt that. If you knew the truth, you never would have stepped foot inside that door. That's neither here nor there, you are here now. Left side, check in, security, then the dancing area. To the right, members area. You can look but can't touch until and unless you join. These tickets give you three hours, 50$ per hour - " he explains gently, like he has done a thousand times before.

"But it's seven and the pamphlet says we have to stay until 11!" Leigh burst out.

"That's right little lady, and as I was going to say from 11pm until 2am you can stay if you are accompanied by a member, or otherwise our bouncers will make sure you leave. We would prefer that you stay and have a good time." he adds sternly, then softens his tone.

"Sounds like a dickfest to me. Whatever." Cayla dismisses him.

"To the left, through security. No cameras, cellphones, purses, or for that matter even heavy jewelry allowed. We have lockers for you to keep your stuff safe." he added.

"What about drinks and stuff?" Leigh worried.

"Drinks and noshes provided, no charge. Everything you desire is free until you buy your member access. You are provided for, so please, have a great time!" he said cheerfully.

"Did you see the way he nearly drowned in your tits? He's got to be rubbing one out right now!" Cayla whispers as they walk to security. A black curtain, a velvet rope, and a burly former football lineman of a man who simply points at the rows of lockers, which have a clip like an overgrown diaper pin with a number that matches the locker.

"There's no lock?" Cayla objects.

"I'm right here all night. Nothing will happen to your stuff. Unless you're suggesting I'm incompetent to watch it or likely to steal it. Trust me, I make more than the two of you put together." He says as he blocks Leigh from moving past him with his arm.

"Wand scan. Had a gal with a pistol up her twat a week ago. Not sayin' you would, but we can do the light scan or the full court press. Object any more and you'll both find my fingers in places you don't want them just yet." he warned. He then uses the metal detector to check them, front and back, without touching them.

"Good to go." he said warmly.

So far, the place is not impressing Leigh. It is like a trailer grafted onto the side of a building, and they had come in one end of the trailer. In front of them, in the last half of the trailer, is the lounge, with Marvin Gaye and Barry White playing softly, not like you would expect at a club. About half a dozen couples are dancing, every one a black man with a white woman. The thought of being trapped here for four hours makes Leigh's stomach curdle.

"C'mon, there's drinks and food at the back." Cayla observes.

The drinks turn out to be varieties of Dr. Pepper, the food is vienna sausages and white bread.

"Gag me." she says involuntarily.

Then Leigh sees him. Proud. Fierce. He holds his head high, looking like he is seeking out a woman to for mating. 'Make it me, make it me!' She pleads to herself. His thighs are strong, with light pants for the summer heat. His sparkling shirt drew her eyes to his magnificent chest, then up to his full lips. 'What could he do to me with those lips?', she asks herself. It is only then she sees what flops against those soft pants with every step he takes. He can breed every woman here twice and still sire a legion of new children in a single night she is convinced. He strides right to her, offers his hand very politely, and asks her "May I have this dance?". To everyone around her it seems she has become a statue, as she can smell him now, the sweet and sour sweat mixture glorious, her body responding to him, as she tries to shake off her daze, and then he is moving away while she desperately reaches out to grab him.

"But you shook your head no." he protests lightly.

"But you shook my body yes." Leigh says warmly.

"And your name is - " he leaves the question in the air.

"Leigh." she says softly, as she tries to pull him closer.

"Dashaun." he answers softly, then gently cups her ass cheek before giving her a twirl. 'Did he really do that?' mixed with 'I really want him to do it again', starts her temperature rising in an already sultry room.

Cayla is rather piqued at Leigh. Clearly the best specimen has been snatched up by her - until she sees him, gliding along the back side of the lounge. He is living sin, a handsome street thug, and forbidden to her, as she wrestles with her strict church upbringing. This is all fine when Leigh is just playing, but Cayla is seriously getting turned on watching her best friend (and often lover) groped by a black man! Now the only way out she can see that her pussy will accept is to steal Leigh's man while claiming the thug as her own, giving herself to both of them. Preacher Joseph Moses would have her switched if he got an inkling of what she is now craving to do.

"You look - interesting." the thug says as he glides up next to her.

"You look dangerous." Cayla replies.

"I am dangerous. I will take your panties off in your mind and be inside you before I finish this sentence. I'm Marcus - and I'm the best you'll ever have." he says proudly.

"Better than him?" Cayla points to Dashaun.

"Dashaun? He's good. Already touching your girlfriend's ass, teasing her tits. Very old school seduction. Me? I'm much more New Wave. I go straight for the Mind Fuck." Marcus brags.

"You couldn't fuck my mind if you had ten friends to help you." Cayla taunts.

"Are you a woman of your word?" Marcus asks as he closes in on her, "Because on the street, your word is everything." he says in a very cold voice that sends chills down Cayla's spine.

"I am. I swear, as God is my witness, I am." Cayla goes back to her rock, her faith.

"Then bet me a nice slow sloppy blowjob that I alone, without touching you, can completely fuck your mind in less than two minutes." Marcus brags.

"Done and done. No way you can do anything more than surprise me." Cayla bets.

"Follow me." Marcus steps out towards the curtain that Cayla guesses separated the trailer from the main building. Passing through the curtains, Cayla found herself and Marcus in a deserted hallway, with aluminum handrails on either side, as the ramp led down the length of the trailer to ground level. He is already at the other end, waiting for her.

"Behold." Marcus swaggers as he stretches out his arm. She walks around the corner to see.

There is another rail, with half a dozen couples pressed up against it, mostly the guys rubbing their cocks against the rumps of the women while playing with their breasts. But they aren't the show, they are the audience. The wall between the trailer and the industrial building is three inch plexiglass. There are four rooms she could see, one with naked white women being taught to deep throat the cocks of very well endowed black men, the second one has white women being taught to ride the huge cocks while black women instruct them. The third room has two black men 'spit roasting' a very happy buxom redhead, and the final room has a women who could have been Racquel Welch's or Sophia Vergara's sister taking on three enormous black cocks at once, while two black women coach her. Cayla sees that her impression of the first room is wrong, there are thick, booty-luscious black women there too, one pulling up a blonde poor little white girl to push her face down into her snatch, as the black woman teacher sat down in a plush chair, throwing her legs open wide. She demonstrates the proper techniques on the young black man whose cock she has just snatched from her, who stands beside her chair, his long thick prick sliding almost all the way down her throat as she turns her upper torso sideways to take it. The blonde licks and looks, licks and looks.

Cayla comes so hard she sees stars and passes out. Marcus props her up against the wall and heads back to the dance area. "Consider that our first fucking. Won't be the last." he says to himself.

Marcus taps Dashaun on the shoulder. "Her girlfriend passed out. I think she should come help her."

Dashaun doesn't say anything to Leigh, merely presses his hand firmly into her back, guiding her out into the hallway, then down around the corner, to find Cayla waking up.

"What did you do to her?" Leigh shouts.

"I fucked her. I fucked her hard." Marcus said firmly.

"That you did. Give me a hand up and I'll show you I'm a woman of my word." Cayla brags.

"Not tonight. Tomorrow, if we are lucky." Marcus winks at her.

"Could you all just tell me what the hell is going on?" Leigh demands.

"Easier to show. Turn around dear." Dashaun guides her shoulders with his hands.

"Ca-o-ck. Ca-o-ck!" Leigh chokes out hoarsely, as she points like a golden retriever with one hand, the other up to cover her mouth in astonishment.

The young blonde is laying back on the table, her head hanging off the side, one hand stroking his long, thick shaft - while the other is slapped away from her pussy by the black woman teacher, who lubes up a dildo, half the size of the man the young woman is sucking, and rams it up into her snatch. The young woman is using both her hands and mouth to plead for him to cum, while the matron fucks her hard, rubbing her clit off with her other hand.

"Fuck that's hot!" Cayla cries out.

"That could be you and I tomorrow night." Marcus promises, as he pushes Cayla up against the Plexiglass, her ass caught by the rail to thrust out behind her. Marcus starts rubbing his huge cock between her tight ass cheeks like a footlong hotdog caught between her hot buns, only his workout pants and her panties between them. His hands reach up to find her nipples stiff and throbbing, as he twists them gently, rubbing her nipples very lightly with his fingertips.

Leigh is watching all the action, all the fuses in her mental circuits blown. It really is true. They really do suck and fuck big black cocks in front of everybody! She wants it to be her and she can't possibly let it be her under any circumstances. Dashaun wraps himself around her, his left arm lifting up her heavy left breast as his hand takes full ownership of her full right breast, kneading it like dough. Her sopping wet pussy is being rubbed off through her clothes by his right hand, as her tight butt gets the impression he has a third arm sticking up from his pants, pressing insistently to be let in between her cheeks. She knows it is as thick as her wrist, just from rubbing against it. 

"Oh fuck, I need you to fuck me!" Leigh cries out.

"You white people, you are such takers. You are going to learn how to give. You are going to learn how to give a deepthroat blowjob to my cock, with both hands on the shaft, until I cum in your mouth. Then you are going to learn to give that up whenever I want. Then you are going to learn to give up your tight pussy onto my big black cock, until I cum inside you. You are going to learn to give it up whenever I want. Then you are going to learn to give up your tight little ass to my big fat cock, and you are going to love giving it up whenever I want. I won't even have to ask, you will beg me. And none of that is going to happen tonight." Dashaun laid her out with that cold thought right before she is about to come.




Mandingo Night: BBC Ass Ambush



Interracial/Anal - Big Black Cock Ass invasion

[Waves of big black cocks fuck White girls in the ass]

[Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

[If you have not read "Mandingo Night" and "Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion", or the setup piece "Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory (Parts 1 and 2)" you probably will not have as much fun reading this story] 

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today's lesson is about why you do unto others.

I am Toneeyah, my first identity, the one I was born with.

I am also the XO, the Executive Officer of a sex club called Mandingo Night.

I am also a weapon, an army of one from my military training.

I am also T-Nerd, a petite young black woman who is used by men and women alike.

I am also a teacher of sexual techniques to white women.

I am also a Service Member In Training for Hospitality (Smith), a slave to big black cocks.

I am also an emanation of the Mother Goddess, training to be the Great Teacher someday.

I am all of these things and none of them, all at the same time.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!" The loudspeaker blares, along with a rather annoying klaxon in the background, but it gets her attention.

"Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!"

Toneeyah, the petite African American XO, runs for the stairs, gliding down the handrails, then runs to security.

At security, she can see cop cars swarming outside, as they provide a very fine response time. But even the security team in their own building, had not been quick enough.

"XO, a Smith has been kidnapped at gunpoint," Captain Ben Saunders says, deep concern on his face, "and we have lost track of the vehicle that took her".

"Which Smith?" she asks, noticing that her pussy is still dripping, and mentally schedules installing a faucet.

"Smith Sarah Winters ma'am. And may I add you look stunning tonight." Captain Saunders looks up and down her petite milk chocolate body, the only naked one in the room, seeing the lube and cum dripping down her thighs. Security has to be dressed, able to go outside at a moments notice, but regardless of which role she plays, she does not. She sees the internal video of Herself, Elmore, and Leigh's threesome playing in a loop on the big screen at the other end of the room. She runs a sex club, after all.

"Thank you, Captain. How did they take her? How do we stop it from happening again?" she thanks her old friend for his long term mutual unrequited passion, then concentrates on getting to the right result as quickly as possible.

"White Ford Econoline van, no plates. Probably some small company's delivery vehicle, snatched then put back. They came in the public parking lot as she was walking around from the Smiths entrance. Had to have spotters, couldn't see her from where they came in or until they were right on top of her. Popped out with masks and guns from the sliding side door, scooped her up, then drove over the crossover to use the Smith parking lot exit, before the two cop cars in the parking lot could react. Total time on site, sixty three seconds, most of that driving. As to your second question, haven't had anything like this happen in over twenty years. We have never needed a perimeter, cops in the parking lot have been enough. We need to fence the lots and block up the exits, putting Jersey Bouncer concrete blocks between the lots. But a lock only stops an honest man, and longer term, we need a more defensible site, Sir." Ben Saunders explains carefully.

"Do we know where they might have taken her? Do we know who might have taken her?" she asks hopefully, noting that the beautiful buxom blonde was one of the new Smiths recruited during the wave of the past few days. She'd never even met Sarah.

"Not where, but as for the who, it seems to be associated with the crew squatting on the fields and parking lot. They have some other squats in tenements nearby, we are casing that out right now. We have given the external video to the police, they have asked for her internal video and contacts in the club. They are also members, so we can be assured of their discretion." he explains.

"I don't see the crew on the external videos. They are usually out at the edges." the XO points out. She doesn't like the planned, calculated attack. It makes her worry that more unnecessary drama is entering her life.

"That's true. I'm afraid they are all off enjoying Sarah." he warns.

"Rape is not enjoyment, Captain! Never use that phrase in my presence again!" the XO rages. Especially a gang rape. Only another victim could ever know how bad that feeling of helplessness and betrayal could be.

"Clear as a bell, sir." the Captain agrees "Please forgive me for mis-speaking".

"I know you did not mean it the way it came out, old friend. Forgiven. So what do we do now?" she says, clearly worried. 'How do I protect my people?' she taunts herself, filing that in her 'urgent' mental file cabinet.

"If we do find her, our people can extract her, but that is likely to get messy. They will know that we and the police are looking for her, which means they will likely move her to a place we don't know about. They don't know our capabilities, so that is an advantage. After daylight, we may be able to find some of them to 'talk to them'" he suggests.

"Police will do enough of that for both of us. Oh god, I wish Gladys was here right now. She would tell me how to turn this tragedy into a triumph, how the hateful can always be defeated by the loving if you stand strong together... Tell the police we will give them everything we have on Sarah, and then work on doing it. Let's end the lockdown and escort people to their cars. Get everybody out of here. I bought the fields for us yesterday, made arrangements so we can start doing whatever we want to them. Take the fencing and paving plan and get it implemented, emergency priority. It's on S drive on the server. Call in our special forces experienced members for a 10am meeting. I'm having an idea, but I need to flesh it out before we discuss it. To flesh it out, I've got to run. And here is a direct order for you: everyone who has been watching the video of me in this office had better show up in the next month and thank me personally with their cock or tongue. Not all at once - save that for my birthday!" she orders, determined that the unrequited love was going to get requited.

"Yes, ma'am, it will be done." he replies, with a chuckle.

She returns to her office, digging around through drawers and file cabinets until she finds them - her old running shoes. She goes down to the sub-basement, then runs up the stairs to the basement level where her office and security are located, then up to the showroom level, then up again to the top of the showroom level which has a catwalk along the back, down the stairs on the other side behind the Smiths locker room to the sub basement, along the wall closest to the trailer, to do it all over again. It is on the second lap she notices the stairs go up to the roof, with a hatch, bolted and alarmed. She goes on five more laps before her subconscious tells the rest of her mind why that is important. Then she hatches her plan. A backdoor ambush. Best sacrifice fly in the Universe. She intends to have Sarah back before noon. She smiles. Gladys would be proud.

She ends up back at her office, setting the alarm on her computer, laying on her cot, plunging her fingers into her seam to scoop out the jism she has not already rescued from her legs. There is a lot of it. She feels all squishy inside. The smell of her freshly fucked cunt is almost new to her, since she's enjoyed more sex with men in the past week than in her whole life previously, and the salty butter cream taste is - addicting. While her previous statistics had been heavily tilted towards women, she is finding the musky smell of mens balls, the smell of their cum, so very addicting. The incredibly intense orgasms she has shared with them have filled her spirit so much that she feels like a floating ball of light, being cast as a spell against the onrushing darkness. The near constant orgasms she has enjoyed with the largest cocks inside of her have primed her body. 

Being black herself, she thinks she should be immune to big black cock fever, but she craves them. Elmore, her bull's giant fourteen inch beer can thick cock should not even fit inside her petite Pat Benatar size frame, but it does, with the help of Leigh's talented tongue on her clit. She adds a task to her mental 'to do' list to have a pussy to pussy conversation to thank her. Carl's big black cock is massive too, not much smaller than Elmore's, nor is Tyrone's, whom she only dimly remembers, since she crested upon waves of near continuous orgasms from their cocks. Yet Marcus and Dashaun have the same effect upon her, even though her orgasms - so far - have been less intense, even though sucking them, swallowing their long shafts in her mouth reminds her of how much she still craves their cum, every one different, every one unique. She reminds herself of all of this as she absent mindedly strokes her clitoris, rubbing her nub gently as she splashes it with lube and cum mixed together, retrieved by her hands from her own slick channel. She has gone from the nearly semi-lesbian robotic manager of the biggest sex club in Atlanta to one of its most passionate cock crazed participants in less than a week. She rubs her clit faster, in circular motions of raw need. She has a small but satisfying orgasm from touching herself, and falls fast asleep.

Her dreams, really more of a mishmash of memories, come unbidden. She is going to a club with T-Mac, her best girlfriend and lover, feeling very naked in her sprayed on french cut bikini shorts and bandage tube top. She feels so jealous of her well endowed friend, almost the same height, but each of T-Mac's glorious globes is the size of her head - and that includes the cheeks of her ass! T-Mac's ass is barely covered by her thong, her nipples barely covered by a string bikini top that is just an excuse to flash her huge tits to the whole world. That has gotten them into trouble before, when T-Nerd was dressed much more conservatively. But tonight, she is high, and T-Mac's sweet pussy can be used to make her do almost anything. Even when her hedonistic, bisexual girlfriend gets them in trouble. Like tonight, they are at a frat party, having to suck off a roomful of guys - again - just to keep them from plundering T-Nerd's tight snatch in a gangbang. They trade gangbang for blowbang, back to back. She is just grateful she is T-Mac's little cum slut. Pussy or cock, when T-Mac offers, T-Nerd services it.

Her subconscious tells her 'Give yourself to them. Worship their cocks.', and she does. First she sucks on a white man with a Vienna Sausage sized penis, not even fair to call it a cock, but his cum is salty and briny, what little of it gets in her mouth as he paints her face. A black man with a large cock steps up to her face, as she strokes cocks on each side, pushing it in deep, gagging her. He gets reminded to be civil or leave by their bodyguard. A white man with a big cock, a mushroom tip that fills her mouth takes his place, his cum tastes almost as bad as turpentine, and she spews it out. A black man with an average to small cock takes his place, and they all start to blur together in her dream. She is not naked, only her top pulled down, so she cannot defend her nipples, one hand on one cock, one hand on another cock, mouth on the one directly in front of her. She sees Carl there, knowing he wasn't, but a different friend of T-Mac's who also played football, as the person who was their bodyguard that night. She remembers too how safe he made her feel, how he held the line between them having fun and being gang raped. There was one night that he wasn't there, but her dream moves on.

Her dream continues, of them bending boners on their buns as they dance, doing the booty shake which becomes so popular white artists reinvent it as their own. But the last two guys are real pricks, and T-Mac blows them off without even so much as a blowjob. She takes T-Nerd home to a bubble bath, caressing her all over. They are panting from their talented fingering of each other, as T-Mac starts playing with her ass. "A clean ass is a happy ass." T-Mac whispers softly, returning to kissing her. Her fingers start probing, tiny little touches that feel oh so hot, and then a thumb is inside her, fucking her ass as her other hand fucks her cunt. Fingertips rim her rosebud, fingers slice in and out of her slick channel, thumbs rubbing her clit and penetrating her ass. She climaxes over and over from the double penetration, kissing her girlfriend, tongues dueling, as she tries to return the favor, getting distracted every time her cunt spams or her ass muscles ripple into another climax.

Her dream continues, remembering how they would play the 'White Slavery' game, where she was blindfolded, then used to lick out pussy after pussy, mostly young college girls who wanted to know how it felt but didn't want to be labeled as lesbian sluts. T-Mac would always fuck her with a strap on, in her pussy, and in her ass. The bravest would get to lay on their backs, using her pussy with the strap-on, but the terms were they had to help eat the pussy too. It drove T-Mac crazy, as she would take out her passion on T-Nerd's tight little ass, as they got another girl to eat pussy for the very first time. T-Nerd never knew if they were black or white, or had a clue what they looked like. Every female face she saw on the street could have been one of them... 

The alarm's insistent beep-beep-beep wakes her, as she silences it, looking into her personal organizer to find Tess Mackenzie, also known as T-Mac. The old number, from back in their college days, no longer works. A browser search finds she runs a dance studio, specializing in modern dance and twerking. Bonus!

"Hello, can I speak to Tessa?" Toneeyah says sweetly.

"This is she. How can I help you?" she says brightly.

"Hello, T-Mac, it's T-Nerd." Toneeyah says softly.

"Baby girl! How are you doing?!?" Tessa's voice jumps in joy.

"Rich, Powerful, Needing you." Toneeyah tries to pour all the lust she has felt in the past few days into that single sentence.

"Oh, baby girl, I don't do that stuff anymore. I got married. He's really well hung, so while I might recruit you to join our bed, I'm not going to be stepping out." Tessa says sadly.

"T-Mac, T-Mac, T-Mac. While I accept you are not available for a purely pussy to pussy conversation, I really need to book your professional skills, for an immediate and extended engagement. About the other thing though, if he's as big as you say, you can pick any Sunday and I will come help rock his world. After I take him from you, you can always beg to share our bed with your tongue." Toneeyah teases, taunting her friend with her new found sexual prowess.

"I see the T-Nerd superhero ego is intact." Tessa laughs, remembering her friend is as smart as the lash of a whip.

"Are you at the studio? I can send a car to get you." Toneeyah suggests, her voice almost pleading, in this time of deadly danger to have her friend to soothe and comfort her, just with her presence.

"Oooh, that would be nice. You must be rich now." Tessa replies.

"And kinky as always. There will be a blindfold on the seat. Need to preserve client confidentiality. You'll be safe. I'm not selling you off to slave traders who'll force you to eat pussy for the rest of your life." Toneeyah teases Tessa.

"Oh, god, I miss those days - and your tongue! That was such a fun game. Maybe Derrick will play a version of it with you and I..." Tessa says hotly.

"Focus, Tessa. Car is on its way to you. Trust me, and wear the blindfold. And hurry up, dammit! I miss you, T-Mac!" she says as she hangs up, then calls to order the car with special instructions. Her phone rings right as she puts it back in the cradle.

"Larry! Good to hear from you. Yes, terrible news, just a tragedy, we are still coping. I need you to bring everything over here. Yes, I know that's inconvenient for you, but Bertha and Elmore and I need to get going on this stuff right away, and we can't drag it back and forth. I'll set you up a little office downstairs. Well, if you weren't Old School, and had all your files on the web, we wouldn't have to do this. Don't bring your assistant, I'll provide one for you. Oh, you want Mandy again? Let me check her schedule (counts to 10, flicking her nails) ...oh yes, she can join us. No, I'm not going to stop her from being punished, but I might lighten it depending on how happy she makes you. Yes I know she is a sweet girl, but what is done is done. Look, Larry, I'll make sure Mandy is here and I have to go to a meeting. See you as soon as you can get here. Yes, I know that it will be this afternoon, but that works for us. Bye now." the XO jumps up and runs to the break room, getting another bowl of cereal, then a quick rinse off shower in the open stalls.

She runs back to the Smiths locker room, pulling out her street clothes. She needs a proper closet, like the one she will have in the new Fulton Street club. These will do for today. She puts on the hose, smoothing it up her legs, reminding herself to take a proper bath and shave once she has gotten all of Carl's delicious sperm out. The skirt and the suit jacket, no bra, no blouse, no panties. She starts heading for the examination room, then changes her mind and heads towards the stairs.

"Smith Toneeyah? Sorry to remind you ma'am. No clothes in the club." she says firmly.

"Smith Jenny, is it?" she asks clearly. 

"Yes ma'am."

"Thank you for being diligent in enforcing the rules. But I'm not Smith Toneeyah right now. I'm the XO, and the second to the Great Teacher. Right now I could have you whipped, would you like that?" she says as she strokes the side of the girl's face, her body quivering.

"No, ma'am." she says, blushing.

"Then write this down and make sure your other service Smiths know it by heart. From 7pm to 3am, I am Smith Toneeyah. From 3:01AM to 6:59PM, I am the XO. Did you get that?" she leans over smelling the scent of arousal she already knew was there.

"Yes ma'am." Jenny says quickly.

"And Jenny?" she says as she starts to walk away, then stops to look at Jenny.

"Yes, ma'am?" Jenny answers hopefully.

"Don't ever lie to me again or I will spank and whip you myself." she says as she walks away.

She runs down the stairs, looking over the office space for Larry, quickly making the calls to arrange it, then trotting down the long hall to Security at the other end of the building. Captain Saunders and his crew are there, tactical maps of the area out and team equipped.




Mandingo Night: BBC Ass Ambush



"I'm going to engage our opponents here. I need covert forces here, here, and here. Snipers on the roof, our opponents will be armed. Arm straight up, test fire at target ONLY. Pointing, take only that target out, arms in a T, take them all. I will have four Smiths with me, two on either side, slightly back. If anybody is left from Security, I want them in the stairwell ready to cover our withdrawal. We have to clear the area before the heavy equipment arrives or witnesses do. If they open fire, since they will be using un-silenced weapons, the cops will be called. Since it is us, and we had what happened, happen last night, they will be on it like flies on shit. I'd prefer not to lose anybody on either side, but we have to focus on the goal. If things work out as I expect, they will bring Sarah back to us, and they will be joining us in the building. That is when things get dangerous." she warns her people.

"You're going to bring them into the club?" Captain Saunders is thunderstruck at her brazen gambit.

"Every single one of them. For this to work out, it has to be win/win. I'm going to make them an offer they can't refuse. We have to be diligent, and strong. So plan on tactical teams covering the inside of the club for the next couple of weeks. We will have the same issues at the member training facility if we take them there. Either way, harder to deal with, and a much worse mess if things go sideways." she proposes.

"Sir, can I see you in my office?" Captain Saunders says sternly, pulling her inside and closing the sliding glass door.

"So what is this about?" the XO folds her arms underneath her breasts trying to push them up a little bit under the blazer.

"I think your plan is simply brilliant. It brings down two birds with a single stone. We get new members to train and a new source of members in general, while removing a troublesome nuisance from our property. I have to argue with you about it, or my full throated endorsement will be viewed as being pussywhipped. BTW sir, you are still dripping." he says softly, her freshly fucked scent filling the room.

"So we need to put on an act, to sell it to the troops?" she guesses.

"Yes, sir. But we needed to talk in private sir. I have heard from 'Oregon Trail'." he says very softly.

"What does she say?" Toneeyah asks breathlessly, the spy they had in the extremely violent splinter group "Sword of the Aryan Nation". They had killed members before.

"She says that they have obtained the North Korean nuke and have already smuggled it into the U.S. She believes it is already en route to Atlanta. They intend to kill as many 'black monkeys' as they can. They further believe it will ignite a war, if not of global proportions, at least between the races here in America. The Sword of the Aryan Nation may be trivial to our government, but I believe the threat is real." he says softly, obviously very concerned.

"NSA and DOE contacts have been informed?" she asks quickly.

"They have sir. They said they will take it under advisement, which I understand means they don't trust the source, and won't act on it." he says sadly.

"So the fate of our entire world is determined by whether the word of a woman is good or not?" she says, trying to wrap her head around it.

"And nothing else we can do until and unless she contacts us again. She has a one time pad and our email address, for emergencies. If she wants to stay alive, she will continue to use the U.S. Mail as before." he says hopefully, then "How's your Monty Python, sir?"

"Would you like an argument?" she says loudly, knowing full well only volume, not syllables, gets through the glass.

"Ah, Is this the right room for an argument?" he answers loudly.

"I told you once." she replies sternly.

"No you haven't." he objects loudly.

"Yes I have." she demands loudly.

Pointing at the tactical map, he shouts "When?"

Twirling her finger around the perimeter she says "Just now."

"No you didn't." he says sternly, shaking his head.

"Yes I did." she nods her head, pointing to the map again.

"You didn't." he shouts, moving his hands together, like forces converging above the map.

"I did!" she shouts, gesturing out with both hands outward like an explosion.

"You didn't!" he replies sternly, cupping his hands near the side of the building.

"Well that settles it then!" she shouts, as they both have to turn and face the inside wall to keep from being seen laughing.

Donna's voice come over the intercom on the phone "Tessa McKenzie is here to see you sir."

"On my way." then turning to her old service buddy, "Thanks Ben."

She runs up to the conference room, seeing her old friend dressed in her tight, sexy dance clothes, showing off the original 'Buns of Steel', plus those massive mammaries, that seemed to be a little bloopier. Kissing her cheek softly, she pulls off the blindfold saying "Hello T-Mac."

"Damn, baby, you are dressing NICE! Hugs instead of drugs?" she says as she stands up.

"You don't need to use the old pick-up lines on me. I will love you forever T-Mac." T-Nerd says softly, as she presses her body into her old friend, a little looser on top, a little firmer below - if that was even possible.

"Yes, It's possible. Try dancing twelve hours a day and see how tight your ass is at the end of a week." T-Mac reads her mind.

"Well how do you explain the tits, then?" T-Nerd challenges.

"I can't baby. Those things just seem to have a mind of their own. One day they decided to go bloop, and that is all she wrote. Derrick loves them, so maybe being sucked on twenty four seven did it. So what's the business opportunity?" T-Mac cuts the chitchat.

"We have a very special business here, one unique to Atlanta. Over fifty years we have amassed a fortune, staying low key. We have dancers, and we are opening a new club on Fulton in less than a month. I am the Executive Officer of the club, and we are seeing dramatically higher demand here, at this location. The Fulton location is ten times the size of this place, three thousand guests plus staff, versus three hundred here. I'm having trouble training a hundred and fifty per day, much less the fifteen hundred per day at the new location. I need your help, T-Mac." Toneeyahs says hopefully.

"So your dancers, they are both men and women?" T-Mac asks pointedly.

"No, only women. Well, they do dance with men, but the men are trained elsewhere." T-Nerd confuses the issue.

"Ah, strippers then." T-Mac grins.

"No, we dance nude." T-Nerd replies, then realizes she has let the cat out of the bag.

"So nude pole dancers, at a club." T-Mac grins.

"Of a sort." T-Nerd says, suddenly shy of revealing everything to her old friend.

"Uh-uh. And do they dance on the men's poles for them?" T-Mac says pointedly.

"Yep, you got it." T-Nerd is relieved.

"So you're the big whorehouse in downtown Atlanta?" T-Mac guesses.

"Not quite. We are a family owned business that has been seducing white women to serve blacks for over fifty years. Come with me, Tessa." she reaches out her hand, pulling Tessa to her feet, taking her on "the tour". "Down here is my office, this is my administrative assistant, Service Member In Training for Hospitality or 'Smith' Donna." T-Nerd says happily.

"She's - nude. What does that velour choker say?" T-Mac asks fuzzily.

"Black Owned." Donna answers proudly.

"Damn, you are one hot little white witch! Does she make you lick her pussy all day long?" T-Mac says as she circles her.

"No ma'am. It isn't quite like that. But it is nice of you to remind her she has that option." Donna replies cheerfully.

"What does that tat above your pussy say? Black Cock Only?" T-Mac says, still circling and staring.

"Yes, ma'am. I only have sex with black men and women." Donna says proudly.

"So you are bisexual?" T-Mac says, still going round and round.

"We are all bisexual. All Smiths are fully trained in pleasing both men and women for extended periods of time." Donna says proudly, her nipples stiffening from the attention.

"Lord have mercy! Get me out of here before I pull down my shorts and stuff her face into my now overheated pussy!" T-Mac cries out.

"I'd like that. Let me know when you are ready ma'am." Donna says sweetly, as T-Nerd tows her out of the room by her hand.

"So these are the showrooms, blowjob, fucking, anal, and group. The room we need your help in is the Anal room. We've recently changed our training curriculum to make it a better experience for the Smiths, and no one teaches anal like T-Mac. Get their booty clean, get their booty free, get their booty fucked, right T-Mac?" the XO asks evenly, without inflection.

"Derrick would think he's died and gone to heaven, all this white pussy begging to be fucked. How will I compete with that?" T-Mac says sadly, almost ready to cry.

"It can't compete with you, and you can't compete with it. White pussy begging for black cock is out there. Hell, black pussy begging for black cock is out there. Follow your bliss, Tessa. Dance your ass off and dance it onto a rock hard cock, isn't that what you taught me? Has the great T-Mac forgotten her own lessons? Must the student become the Master?" T-Nerd expounds.

"Teach me. Teach me how to keep Derrick." she begs, tears in her eyes.

"OK, first, you need to have a long conversation with two friends of mine. One is my bull, he owns my ass and will quite likely fill it with a very, very large cock tonight, so I really, really need your help on that score. The other is his wife, the Great Teacher, and they are just next door. Let me see if they are available."

Returning with Bertha and Elmore, she turns the corner, Tessa sees Elmore's big black cock, and faints, right into the XO's chair. She makes her excuses, "I have a meeting", and runs up the stairs to the dining area, pulls a three month (or older) jug of Cherry Punch out of the fridge, strides through the member locker room, and out the exit. She marches to a pole out in the field, as the crew moves to surround her, and places the jug on top of it. She marches back into the building.

"Smith's Mandy, Valerie, Charlotte, and Marilyn to the dining area immediately." she announces over the intercom.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"You girls all know this is deadly dangerous, right? They have guns and could shoot us dead." Toneeyah reminds them of the risks.

"That's what makes my pussy so hot right now." Mandy whimpers.

"Get the London Fog overcoats. I know they are too hot for this weather, but at least it won't be in the heat of the day." the XO commands.

Calling Security, she asks, "Are we go for operation 'Suck My Dick'?"

"Suck My Dick is a go, XO." Ben chuckles.

"Let's go girls. Remember, five paces behind me at all times, any sign of trouble, do not walk, RUN back to the building, is that clear?" the XO commands.

"Yes, Ma'am." they answer in unison.

The XO strides out the door, halfway to the punch. "Remember, Marilyn, make direct eye contact with as many of them as you can.", she says, hoping to use Marilyn's mystical ability to seduce men just by looking at them to her advantage.

"Got it, sir." Marilyn says confidently. Men start coming out of the field, surrounding them.

"Do you have a leader?" she shouts out.

"Get the fuck out of our field, Aunt Jemima." one of them shouts.

"Isn't your field. I own it and we start clearing it, then paving it today. Can someone negotiate for the release of Sarah?" she shouts.

"We will take you to her, Bitch!" and "On your knees, Bitch!" are the replies.

"Your squats - they will be torn down today. I'm building new places. Everything you know will be gone in days. Talk to me now, or die here in this field today, I'm happy either way." she shouts.

"What if I take this gun and kill you bitch?", one says as he cocks the slide of a .45 semi automatic.

"I take it you are their leader. What is your name?" she shouts.

"You can call me David, bitch. Or master, when you are on your knees sucking my cock!" David laughs, as some of the others join him.

"Listen to me really carefully right now David. You don't want to move your right hand, the one with the gun, at all. See those three dots on your chest? There is a 7.62mm hollow point round in the rifle of one of my snipers going to make a fist sized hole in your chest, right where those dots are now. I don't want that, David. Neither do you. I'm not going to ask you to drop that gun, David, I know you need it right now to feel strong. But don't make a mistake we all will regret. My snipers will take you out in a heartbeat, and there is nothing I can do to stop it if you make that mistake." Toneeyah pleads with him.

"You don't have any damn snipers. All you got is pimple faced white whores, maybe one of 'em has a laser pointer. I'm going to shoot your fucking head off, and then fuck your lifeless body." David growls.

"I'd rather have us all go inside and help the girls suck your cocks and fuck you, for the rest of your lives. I've got a win/win proposal for you David. You get new apartments in the Punani Towers, that ten story apartment complex right behind you for you and your crew. You get to work in the club, seducing white women into fucking and sucking your cocks. You get paid for it, benefits, and the lifestyle that a man deserves. As a good faith sign, a 'taste' in the language of the drug trade, these four women will take every man on your crew in every hole. If we need more, if your crew is bigger than what I see out on this field, we will get more. Does that sound good to you David?" she offers.

"Ain't gonna be no house nigger! Ain't gonna have you lead my dick around on a leash! You're gonna suck my dick and I'm gonna fuck you in the ass, bitch! You don't have any damn snipers, and I take my pussy on my own. Now prove you got snipers, or when I count to three..."

Toneeyah's arm goes straight up, there is a soft 'pweet', and the jug of cherry punch explodes, red corn syrup and fructose everywhere.

"You see, David? I'm not lying to you. I have trained special forces snipers out here in the field and on the roof. Make the wrong decision, and every member of your crew goes home missing their head or their chest in a body bag today. We will hunt you down and exterminate you. We don't care about what the law says, just like you. But unlike you, I have money and I have power, and I have connections. Tens of millions of dollars is in that building right now, and you can't touch it. But I need you David. I need someone who knows the language of the streets. I need your feral energy, and I need Sarah back. Right now. Before noon. Or all of your crew goes home dead. I'd rather give you the good life, the life a man standing on his own two feet deserves. Look hard at this hot blonde standing right next to me, and tell me your cock doesn't ache to fuck her! Well I've got news for you David, and for every other member of your crew - beautiful hot Marilyn wants to suck your cocks, have you fuck her, and even ream her ass - all at the same time. Every single one of these women is eager to do that! But you have to do something for me. You have to give me a taste. You have to put your guns down, and we will talk. Pick your guns up, and you are dead anyway. So what's it going to be, David? Life for your crew, or death for your crew?"

The question hangs in the air. David says "TenBang crew, put your weapons down and step out!"

Toneeyah says "Smiths, disrobe!" then "See David, you give me a taste, I give you a taste. Look at these fine bitches, pussies wet just thinking about your cock. Why have some molly-ed out street whore, when you can have a real woman whose idea of a good time is making your cock spurt cum into her mouth? Now make the call to whoever is holding Sarah. You have a half hour, and you don't want to sunburn these magnificent tits. And David, as a bonus, I will personally suck your cock."

"No deal bitch. You are scamming us big time, and I need a taste. I need to see your operation, and you are going to get down on your knees to suck my cock then bend over your desk, so I can fuck your Ass! When you do that, my guys don't pick up their gats and waste your bitches. We will bring Sarah back, and when the taste is good, we all go inside and fuck. That's my final offer." David yells out.

"I accept!" Toneeyah yells back.

David walks towards her, hands in the air, then when he reaches her, lowers his hand to her skirt, then underneath to try to grip her ass. "Damn, bitch, you got one tight fucking ass!" he cries out in joy.

"You should meet my friend T-Mac." she replies without thinking.

"No panties, no thong -" he says as he feels her up, finding her nipples are stiff, her pussy dripping, "Damn fine nipples, gonna cut my hands on them they are so hard! No blouse - you really are a slut!" he says filled with glee, as they walk to the door. "And you really are a dumb bitch to think I only had a single gat." he says coldly, as he reaches into his pants, pulls out the gun and puts it to the side of her head as they step inside the building.

"But David, you forgot two things." she says sweetly.

"Don't pull no shit. Tell your men to put down their guns, or I put a hole in your head, right the fuck now!" he yells.

"They don't have to do that sweety. See, you forgot two things. One, I am a weapon, an army of one. Two, you forgot to cock your gun." Toneeyah says sweetly as she uses his moment of indecision to launch her attack, breaking his grip on the gun, twisting his arm to force his head down, kneeing him in the face, then following up with an inside crescent kick to the side of his head. Security people were all over them, boiling out of the stairwell.

"Orders, ma'am?" her team says as they haul him to his feet.

"Take him to the showers, cut his clothes off, have a Smith scrub him clean, wiki-wiki. I need him naked in my office ASAP." she orders coldly.

A few minutes later, she is going over plans in her office, when they frog march him inside. "Take his cuffs off, and leave." she orders.

"Are you sure ma'am?" they want to check her sanity.

"David, we had a deal. You tried to fuck up that deal at every opportunity. I can't let you do that, David. It means dead people, your crew, some of my people. Then someday soon, all of Atlanta. I have been straight with you, and you have lied to me. You have cheated, and you have threatened, all out of fear and hate. Well I'm going to show you another way, David. I'm going to get on my knees and give you the best blowjob of your entire life, and then you are going to pull my skirt up, bend me over my desk, and fuck me in the ass as we agreed. You are going to be a man David. A man whose word is good. Your cock is good, will you share that with me?" she says softly.

"Knock yourself out." he says casually.

The XO looks at his cock, a good solid ten incher, as she gets on her knees and puts her hands on it, feeling the heat and weight of it. She fondles his balls, then remembers there are people outside depending on her. She starts licking and sucking the tip, as her hands go to work on his firm dark chocolate shaft. He looks a little surprised, like he really hadn't expected her to go through with it. She goes into two minute drill. She corkscrews her hands on his shaft, inner, outer, and even the synchronized swimming variation where her hands travel together, only to take his breath away by deep throating his shaft. She starts pistoning her hands up and down his cock, sucking hard on his tip, licking the spongy helmet and making him groan. Toneeyah switches to speedbagging his shaft with her hands, almost punching his balls as her fists slam down the shaft of his dick to start over again just below his tip, while tormenting the head of his cock with her spinning tongue, then deep throats him again easily. She sneaks one hand to finger her snatch, then transfers the contents to her ass, as she knows he will not last much longer under her intense oral assault. "Damn, baby you've got MAD cocksucking skills!" he compliments her. She goes back to getting him right to the edge, and yanks his balls.




Mandingo Night: BBC Ass Ambush



"What the hell you do that for, BITCH? I was about to cum!" David is upset.

"Being a man of your word and all." she says softly, bending over her desk.

"I'm going to tear that ass up!" he cries as he flips up her skirt, spreading her ass cheeks with his hands, "You're going to know what being assfucked is all about after today, bitch!" he cries as he takes position behind her.

"You have no idea how true that is." she says softly to herself, dreaming of giving her ass to Elmore in the Anal room that very night.

He lines up the crown of his cock in her tiny sphincter, and pushes, hard.

"Owww - Owww!" she cries out, as he forces his way inside, past her tight ring, then slides through, stroking into her, faster and faster, until he is smashing into her and rattling the desk with each thrust. He is angry, at her, at the world, and his anger powers every thrust. But after her earlier blowjob torment, he cannot last long, and quickly cums inside her.

"There you go bitch, ass fucked on your desk as promised." David says, panting.

"Thank you baby. Yes, just as you promised." she says sweetly, giving up her ass to save her people. 'Gladys would be proud', she thinks.

She takes David on the 'tour', giving him a chance to wrap his head around the fact that white women were pouring between 150,000$ to 300,000$ per night into the business, which was pretty much a 'fuck hot white women as much as you want' buffet. As they pass through the building, the XO stops at the cashier. "Hi, Jeanie. Ten thousand out of petty cash, please."

"At once ma'am, please sign the receipt." she says as she opens the safe, removes the stacks of hundreds, then puts the money in a bank bag. T-Nerd takes him back to the members locker room. They give him a pair of pants and a t-shirt, so that he ends up looking like he just stepped of the Moorehouse campus.

"Shall we tell them we have a deal?" she says as they walk towards the door. Their every move is watched by Security team members on the catwalk above the showrooms.

They walk outside. David holds the bank bag in his left hand, Toneeyah's in his right, as he raises his arms above their heads. "TenBang crew, the taste is GOOD!" he yells out, as they bring Sarah, wrapped in a blanket, from the far edge of the field.

Toneeyah, the XO, guides them all back inside the building. A long day already, and it isn't even noon.



Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion



Interracial - Big Black Cock cocksucker school.

The girls are trained to suck big black cocks.

Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

If you have not read "Mandingo Night" you probably will not have as much fun reading this story.

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today's lesson is about how you do unto others.

Leigh has Mandingo Night to remember, as she drives herself and Cayla back to Leigh's apartment. They are both cum splattered messes, hair soaked with sweat. Marcus left a twitch in her hips she just can't seem to get rid of, and she has cum more times tonight than any other night in her life, without a dick in her mouth or pussy - yet. Dreams and fantasies collide and she is sitting in her parking space at the apartments, as Cayla asks her "Are we going to stay in the car all night, or go inside?"

"How long have we been here?" Leigh asks.

"Several minutes." Cayla answers, "I think."

"Did we really just do that?" Leigh asks as she shakes her head, but can't clear the fuzziness.

"Yeah babe. Tomorrow night is going to be even more intense." Cayla says hopefully, then "Are we going to go inside now?"

"Yeah babe." Leigh answers, as they open the car doors and climb up the stairs to her apartment.

"Dress and pants, NOW." Leigh demands, taking down some gallon zip lock storage bags. Cayla hands her everything, even her crusty panties. Each goes into its own bag.

"Carl's pants, where are Carl's pants?" Leigh worries.

"In my purse babe. I'll get them." Cayla soothes.

Leigh whips off her own dress, pulls out Carl's shirt from her purse. Each item goes in its own bag. Carl's shirt get a licking from her tongue on one of the wet spots, as her body quivers with lust.

"Can I borrow that? Don't have as much to choose from on the pants." Cayla observes.

"Sure babe. Tell me what you think." Leigh says, still in a fuzzy dreamlike state.

Licking one of the big stains, Cayla's eyes open wide "His come is delicious."

"I just said that." Leigh replies.

"No you didn't" - which leads to a two minute back and forth between Cayla and Leigh about whether she had said Carl's come is delicious.

Finally, Leigh ends the argument, pouring them two shots of Bailey's each, and after they chug it says "You claim you can tell if I'm lying with your tongue in my twat. Well come to bed and find out who said Carl's come is delicious first."

"Welcome to this weeks meeting of Muff Munchers Anonymous." Cayla says as she twirls into the bedroom, "Hi, I'm Cayla and I'm powerless to keep from munching muff."

"Put your tongue to better use." Leigh instructs as she plants her knees firmly on either side of Cayla's head, dropping her own head into her friend's still sopping dark haired pussy. No timid pussy licker, Leigh basically attacks Cayla's twat with her hands, using both her thumbs to open her vagina up, fingertips to strum Cayla's clit, as her tongue licks from clit to hole, clit to hole. Cayla is being much more romantic, easing fingers in, humming and sucking on Leigh's big clit, teasing the peach lips of her blonde lover's hairy box. But they both have had their fires lit earlier tonight, and they rejoin the bonfires of their lust, panting, thrusting, and ultimately climaxing into each other's faces, then they just crash, without rearranging themselves. 

The alarm clock goes Wah-Wah-Wah as Leigh wakes to her best friend's pussy at very close range. Not a bad thing, but she pats Cayla on the ass to get her moving. They've done it so many times their morning ritual is a well rehearsed ballet. Cayla joins her in the shower. Leigh shakes her head at how hot her girlfriend is, and how little energy she has to do anything about it right at that moment. They each have clothes stashed at each other's apartment, yet curiously never moved in together. They only spend a couple of days a week on their own, but something keeps that final commitment out of reach.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

They have been called in early. The head teacher NEVER calls them in early. Dashaun and Marcus are worried they screwed up big time, breaching Elmore's confidentiality like that. Confidentiality is big in a business that is half sex club, and borderline prostitution. So they are fearing the worst.

Bertha Williams is built like Serena Williams another twenty or thirty years on down the road. Big tits, big butt, big mouth. They are on the natural side, so she wears no clothes, having dropped them off in the locker at the employee entrance when she came in, eager to find out what happened. She wears the bracelet of the Mother Goddess, showing she has the right to rule. Dashaun and Marcus knock at her door.

"Enter." she says calmly. They move in and are unsure of what to do.

"Kneel. There on the Turkish rug. Show some respect and bow your heads." she demands.

"We are so sorry -" "Enough! You DO NOT SPEAK unless spoken to, is that clear!"

"Yes Great Teacher." they both say softly.

"What the hell did you do?" she glowers at them.

Not a peep from either one of them.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" she thunders at them.

"We didn't mean to tell them about Elmore - " Marcus tried to explain.

"Elmore? Elmore? Did he even leave his cage once last night? What the hell has Elmore got to do with it?" she is mad they had no clue.

"This isn't about our giving out Elmore's name and describing his cock, is it?" Dashaun is starting to wise up.

"You did that too? Am I going to have to whip the two of you in public?" she threatens.

"Please God no." Marcus begs.

"God doesn't see into the pit of slaves, child. Better ask the Mother Goddess, or her earthly representative - me. But you damn sure better keep that mouth shut until you know what you are asking me to do." she says softly, even more menacing to Marcus than he could have imagined moments ago. She stands in silence hands on her wide hips, for several moments.

"It is sad you children have lost all knowledge of the old ways. Sad you do not know that punishments are announced and carried out in public, so that all may learn, but that great honors are bestowed in private, so as not to swell the egos of those upon whom they are bestowed." Bertha preaches as she paces.

"Do you even know why you are here - quick answer, yes or no only." she warns.

"No." Dashaun says as he shakes his head.

"No." Marcus says as he shakes his head.

"So sad, really. You are two of our finest. Took your training to heart, never sought to hurt a woman, only to please her. Well you have greatly pleased this woman, and you have not even served me properly yet." Bertha says wistfully.

Dashaun smiled. Bertha asks "Something I said made you proud, son?"

"Yes, Great Teacher." he answers formally.

"Good, you should be proud. You should also be whipped in public for not having enough brains to know why you are here. Do you know why you are here, Dashaun?"

"To please you and the Mother Goddess by pleasing women. Freeing them from their slavery and returning them their rightful passions." Dashaun answers proudly.

"Ah, the impudence of youth. You're going to be a great lawyer, Dashaun, but memorizing the textbooks, accurate as they are is not enough. Do you know why you are here, Marcus?"

"Because I love women and want to please them." he said calmly.

"Oooh, that's a good honest answer, right from your core. Maybe that is the key to your great success. A success that has NEVER been equaled in the entire history of the Mandingo Interracial Night of Entertainment." she pauses, as it is obvious they still have no clue.

"Last night, EVERY SINGLE woman paid a reservation fee, including the last one, who paid us to have no choice at all! Now we are going to go over every inch of every camera over every single second from opening until closing last night until we understand it and can repeat it, hopefully on a regular basis. If, as expected, more than a dozen women return today to join member services, then you will work double shifts every other day. I know, Marcus, that can cut into your astrophysics course load, but there are two things you must understand. One, this is like a perfect game, a no hitter, a season without losing a single game: it just never happens. Two, something made it happen, and the key is with those two women. So if you have to drop shifts, drop the ones that don't involve activities in your romance with them, and don't involve learning how to recreate this perfect storm of romance. Just let me know, and I will make sure that you don't suffer for it. If you have midterms or finals, we'll give you time for that too. Remember your training, stay whole, stay loving. Give of yourselves just like you did last night. Dismissed."

As they walk out, the head teachers assistant, a beautiful petite young woman with a perfect face like Janelle Monae snaps her fingers. "Over here, boys."

"Yes, XO." Dashaun and Marcus answer as one.

"We've divided up the video into roughly hourly segments. We have motion detection eliminating areas without movement. Lip readers are making transcripts of the conversations. You need to look at this summary of your experiences last night, and annotate where you used techniques from your training. Both genders will be working on this, but pull no punches. The booty don't lie. BTW, don't plan on anything else on Saturday night except meeting me in the group room. A public punishment, of sorts." she instructs, expecting them to get it all in one take.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Leigh picks up Cayla at work, making a beeline for the supermarket bank they use, hitting the Der Weinerschnitzel in the parking lot, laughing at the freudian slip of both ordering footlong hotdogs, then burning rubber to get to the club. They pull into the parking lot, guarded by two cop cars again, but the big burly policemen are standing with their hands on their hips, their gun holsters unsnapped. Good thing too, as a group of young thugs, much rougher than how Marcus looked, are milling around in the parking lot. As they move toward the car, the police move towards them. It is cat and mouse, to see if they can get the 2000$ piece of cheese that just drove in, or the 24,000$ cheese that arrived in the past few minutes. Cayla and Leigh rush to the door, push the buzzer, and slide inside.

A petite black woman with an angelic face, easily the equal of Elizabeth Taylor or Nefertiti, barks commands at them. "Envelopes to me! Strip! All possessions in the brown paper bag! No rings, no socks no shoes, naked as the day you were born! Hands on the wall! Feet spread, shoulder width!"

Reaching up and grabbing a handful of hair, she pulls Leigh down to her knees. "I think I like this ribbon hair tie. I will braid your pretty blonde cunt hair with it later. Remain kneeling. Anyone else want to disobey me?" she asks, letting the question hang in the air.

"You will receive a formal reprimand, and a letter will be placed in your file. Public punishment will happen later. Now stand and resume the position." she grabs Leigh's long blonde hair and pulls her to stand, an impressive feat of strength since she is almost a foot shorter in height.

"I am Toneeyah. You will NEVER address me by that name until I have told you specifically and in person that you have earned that right. Until that glorious day, you may call me teacher. The Great Teacher commands us all, and she is the representative of the Mother Goddess on this world. Hopefully, you will never meet her, even though she is a wonderful woman. I am her XO, her executive officer. She has taken a very specific interest in this group. I believe you are the greatest group of recruits we have ever been lucky enough to have grace our halls, emanations of the Mother Goddess herself. But that is very sad for you, because I will push you harder, and further to find the perfect love that is inside you. This process takes time. Do not get discouraged, or worry someone else is ahead of you. You will each proceed at your own pace, and your will have glorious benefits bestowed upon you, not the least of which is fully uninhibited carnal congress with our members." she says loudly as she paces back and forth behind her recruits.

"This position is known as 'Inspection'. When told to stand for inspection, this is what you will do, with the nearest wall. Now step back from the wall, and place your hands at your sides. Good. Resume inspection position. Legs wider. Butt out. Breasts must hang freely, no contact with your chest, even if you have to bend your arms." she instructs.

"You will see we have a near military discipline. It comes so naturally to our kind since we fill so many of the military's ranks. It probably does not come naturally to you. So let's be clear, when I tell you to do something, or any other member tells you to do something, refusing to do it is grounds for your permanent banishment for life. That means you can never return, and will be shunned by all of our members, and by every service auxiliary member such as yourselves. That means you do not speak to them, you do not text them, you do not say their name. There is a wall of shame in the back. Learn their faces, learn their names, obey this as all other commands. Second chances are rare, but I would not rely upon them. In my entire lifetime, you can count the number of second chances granted on the fingers of a single hand, and in each case, at great personal cost. The only reason I even know that is that I'm the XO, and have read the files."

"So like the military, each one of you has a file, and we have a formal induction procedure, which takes about an hour. You will tour the rest of the facility with me, and then will be documented and tested. But before that happens, you must choose your bull."

"A bull is a very important man in your life from now on. He will be your first big black cock here, on record. He will help us guide you through your training, helping you along at each stage. He will enter progress reports into your file. He will determine your rewards, and will help determine your punishments. One of your greatest joys as a woman is to satisfy your bull. So it is very important, and why we have allowed the reservation system. Imogene Barranca, front and center!"

A young hispanic woman of generous proportions hustles to stand in front of her. She swats her breasts lightly with a riding crop. "Breasts out, back straight." She swats her thighs, slightly harder, "Legs shoulder wide, butt out - ooh, I guess that one is never going to be a problem for you, is it?" Imogene blushes but does not reply. A smashingly hard riding crop blow from the ceiling to the floor strikes her left nipple, to which she shouts "OWWW!". Another blow, exactly the same to the right nipple, "OWWW! Is not an answer to my question. Having a big butt like you do, sticking it out in parade rest position is never going to be a problem for you, is it Imogene?" she said slowly and clearly.

"No, ma'am." Imogene says softly.

Lightly swatting her upper arms she instructs "Arms behind your back." Imogene complies instantly. "Now form up behind her, pressing your nipples into each others back, in this order, Leigh Samuels, Jill Henry, ..., and lastly Cayla Daniels. We are going into the belly of the beast now, and you will see naked black men with sizable erections. I only warn you because I too will feel like jumping up on them, or pulling them down on top of me, or any one of a hundred other sexual positions. Quite soon now, you will be doing that, but control yourself." she chuckles, as she punches in the door code that separates the two sides of the building.

She leads them into the back, behind Elmore's cashiers cage. "This is the examination room. That door leads to the main hallway. The other side of it is the service members locker room. Next to it is the dining and bathing area. Next to that are the restrooms, and finally, the members locker room. The left side of the hallway has the private rooms, you will never enter one until and unless directly commanded to do so. At the back side are various support rooms that don't interest you, and the access to the hallway between the private rooms and the public rooms. Next to us, through that door right there in the wall is that same hallway. Other than today, you will never use that door, or come back into this room until and unless directly commanded to do so. You will see two posters on that wall, turn and assume the parade rest position facing them now. Those posters are also in the dining area. Repeat after me: Rule #1 - no sex outside of the membership, Rule #2 - blacks are members, whites service members, Rule #3 - refusal to serve is grounds for banishment, Rule #4 - you will pay to serve."

"Repeat the poster to the right after me: You do not speak to the banned, You do not communicate with the banned, You do not spend time with the banned, You do not pleasure the banned."

"Repeat after me: I, state your name, do hereby swear and promise to faithfully obey these rules and requirements for the rest of my life, so help me Mother Goddess. Amen."

"Now for the fun part. Kneel in parade rest. Elmore dear, could you come out and help me dear?" "I'll be there, I'll be there, don't get your panties in a bunch!"

"I'm not wearing any panties. Are you wearing my panties again Elmore?"

"Blasted little queen bee bitch, that's what you are! I ought to spank you good, but they just bounce off your tight little ass like you have butt armor or somethin'. What are we doin', darling?"

"Just the test of the oath. Here, let me help you with your pants." she said as she pulls down his pants, then pulls them off. Many of the women gasp, as his thick soft black penis hangs down to his knees. "I'll go first. I'm going to present my cunt, my nappy dugout, my pussy, whatever you wish to call it. You will use your tongue to lick from my cunthole to my clit. You will only take one lick. Elmore will follow behind me. He will present his cock, his johnson, his prick, whatever you wish to call it. You will open your mouth, and fit as much of the head of his cock between your lips as you can and give the head of his cock one lick. You will only give it one lick. When all of you are done, those who obey me will be given the status 'service member in training, mouth fucked'".

Imogene sticks out her tongue, and barely drags her tip through Toneeyah's tight snatch, but that is enough. Elmore gets a better lick, the thick plum of his cock stretching her mouth wide. Leigh hungrily feasts on the proffered cunt, sticking her tongue deep into Toneeyah's hole, then flattening her tongue to cover the entire slit edge to edge, and dragging it all the way up until there is no more slit to lick. A broad smile crosses Toneeyah's face, then she moves on as Elmore fills Leigh's mouth with his big cock tip. Leigh reasons that she doesn't have to do it fast, like a chore, so she does it slowly, rotating her head from beneath his cock to over his cock, as he starts getting hard. Toneeyah gives her a very intense look, as they proceed down the row. When they finally get to Cayla, she combines what Leigh did with the way she did it to Elmore, deep in the slit, then slowly drags her tongue, tasting Toneeyah's now wet slit very fully and carefully, leaving her teeth chattering, she is so close to cumming. For Elmore, she spins around, stretching backwards, arching her back, taking his almost fully hard fourteen inch by four inch cock all the way down her throat, then slowly dragging him back out. Toneeyah, and most of the other women, just stare open mouthed in disbelief of what they are seeing with their own eyes.




Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion



Toneeyah's mind is completely fried. Not a single reservation had failed to show. Not a single recruit has failed or refused the test. Whatever is going on here is profoundly important, and personally transformative, she is certain.

"How can you do that, without any training, Cayla?" she asks.

"I was a cheerleader." Cayla answers brightly.

The bulls shuffle in, to gasps from the women, face to face with the cock they have dreams about, caressed in the dark last night, and came here tonight to suck. The bulls are stroking themselves to keep themselves hard, none less than eight inches, none more than thirteen.

"We are short on time. If you know the bull you are going to pick, do it right away, and you can start fondling him and sucking him right then. If you really don't know, you can fondle and suck a few, but don't take more than a minute, or I will pick one for you. Imogene?"

"Jamal!" she cries out in glee, rushing over to him as they exit through the door behind the men. 

"Leigh?"

"Dashaun." she strides over, taking his cock and leading him out through the door.

Finally, Marcus is picked and Toneeyah turns to Cayla. "I'm sorry we are short a bull from the crew last night. Carl isn't able to join us tonight. I have been authorized to give you a special dispensation. You can have any member - male or female - who is not currently serving as a bull to a member in training, as your own."

"Does that include you?" Cayla asks hotly.

Toneeyah blushes, then replies "Indeed it does."

"Could I have the Mother Superior?" Cayla asks playfully.

"It is the Great Teacher or Mother Goddess, dear. Theoretically yes, but I would have to ask her." Toneeyah suspects a power play brewing.

"What about Elmore?" Cayla asks playfully.

Leaning back in his chair, Elmore says "I haven't been a working bull for twenty years now. What on God's green earth could make you want an old fart like me?"

"Simple. You're the first big black cock I ever sucked and as far as I can tell, you've got the best cock I COULD ever suck. That settles it, I choose Elmore." Cayla explains.

"Damn, XO, who we gonna get to cashier?" Elmore says, his chest puffed out.

"I'll make some calls. You two go on, I'll hold down the fort until Jeanie arrives." she says, thinking on her feet about the last time Elmore needed a holiday, then deciding that would work out just fine. Teachers and bulls work like subject instructors and drill instructors, one gives you technique, the other gives you motivation. The loss of Marcus being paired with Cayla is worrisome to her, but it will be easy enough to 'modify' his schedule - oh crap, the most important project interferes with that. The XO gets trapped in the logistics of what they will have to do to make everything work out, without knowing that everything will work out just fine without fighting the natural flow.

The Service Members In Training (Hospitality) or "Smiths" as they are known, start filtering in from their locker room, while the members who have signed up for this shift filter in from theirs. Smiths kneel on mats at the back of the rooms, Members mill around joking and goofing off. Cayla leads Elmore into the blowjob training room by his biggest of all black cock. The extra members and Smiths have added about a dozen people to the room.

"OK, lets begin." Elmore says, "Since our teacher is unavoidably detained for who knows how long I will have to run things. I do things old school, so it may be different than the training you are used to, but these are my commands. New recruits, assume parade rest kneeling over with the rest of the Smiths. Yes, Dashaun, I know what it means but I don't care about that. Members, line up against the wall. Now for the first round, we will use the new bull and Smith relationships. Left to right, point to your Smith and have her kneel in front of you. Very good. Anybody see what is wrong with this picture? Anybody at all? NO? Well then I will explain. Smiths, return to the mats. This should be automatic, folks. Have you become so bloodless, so detached from what you feel in your cocks and cunts? You, Imogene - when you are on your knees in front of Jamal, and his big black cock is waving in your face, what do you want to do?"

"I want to suck it sir. I want to make love to his big beautiful cock until he wants to use it to make love to me. Sir." she adds.

"By golly, we have a live one! A real passionate woman! How many of you Smiths feel the same way?" (they all raise their hands)

"How come none of you did it?" he asks, pausing only for a moment, "See that's what I mean. So bloodless, so inhuman. If you want to be fuck robots you can go the HELL SOMEWHERE ELSE! You are passionate emanations of the Goddess herself, so passionate you have cast aside the conventions and restrictions of society to mix races and have the hot sex you cannot deny you crave. So when a black man, any black man in this building puts their cock in your face, PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH. So now this has to be added to the training. Members left to right, point to your Smith and have her kneel in front of you. Then both say loudly PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH. Smiths of course, when they stop giggling, Serena, yes, I'm talking to you. Don't make me come over there and give you a fuck spank until you scream. You know I'll do it child. OK, everybody do it."

"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH!" they all shout in unison.

"What the hell is all this racket?" Toneeyah says as she walks in.

"Ah, teacher. Good! Kneel over here where they can see. What are the four kinds of cock stroking? You do still teach the basics, don't you." Elmore taunts.

"Of course we do! The four basics of cock stroking are pistoning, punching bag, corkscrew, and rusty bolt."

"Very good. Demonstrate for the class please." he says as he steps up to her.

"Pistoning strokes up or down the shaft, and can be one handed or two handed. Punching bag has one hand follow the other, like using a speed bag at a gym. It is generally two handed, either all up or all down strokes. The same effect can be produced one handed by simply using all up strokes or down stokes then starting over at the bottom or top. Corkscrew twists the wrist around during the stroke, like turning a wrench. When both hands are used, the hands can be locked together, rotating at the same time, or they can rotate separately inward or outward. Rusty bolt uses the same basic motions as corkscrew, but stops and reverses direction, back and forth. Most men find it quite pleasurable." Toneeyah, the XO explains to the class as she mechanically performs the motions on Elmore's huge shaft.

"And when was the last time you made a man come in your mouth using these techniques?" Elmore asks pointedly.

"Wha-wha-What?" Toneeyah's mental choo-choo chug-chugs off the tracks.

"The date XO. Sometime this year?" Elmore asks her, a harsh tone in his voice.

"No, sir." she replies meekly.

"And have you made a man come with your fine tight cunt this past year?" Elmore asks her, keeping the harsh tone in his voice.

"No, sir." she replies meekly.

"And have you made a man come with your exceptionally fine tight ass this past year?" Elmore demands harshly.

"No, sir." she replies meekly.

"But you have made many women come with your mouth in the past year, haven't you?" Elmore charges.

"Yes, sir." she replies meekly.

"Yet you proclaim yourself able to teach these poor, love starved Smiths how to make love to a cock, when any one of them knows more about it than you do. And you still don't know why your blowjob technique is so defective, do you?" Elmore is agitated now.

"No, sir." she replies meekly.

"Smiths, all together now!" Elmore cries out with glee.

"PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH!" they all laugh as Toneeyah blushes with shame.

"Until and unless countermanded by the Great Teacher herself to me personally, during the hours of 7pm to 3am, Toneeyah shall be nothing more than another Smith. Smith, assume your position at the back of the mats." Elmore glares at her, and she knows her authority here has been demolished, so she obeys.

"You have had women loving lesbians teaching you to love men. Don't get me wrong, they are beautiful, loving people, but they don't feel the passion you do, the way you do. You need these cocks. You can't wait weeks to fuck one, paying greater fees to do so. That ends tonight. Tonight, you will be trained to suck cock. Tonight you will begin your training to fuck cock. And tonight you will be trained to eat pussy." he pauses, "Three minute drills. Bulls, I've set three one minute timers. First minute no hands, second minute one handed, final minute both hands. If she has not made you cum in her mouth by the final ding, send her to the back of the line and pick from the front of the line. Bulls, if she does make you cum with her mouth, send her to the window, pussy display, she is to jill off and cum as many times as possible, because she is going to be fucked by big black cocks tonight. Smiths, DO NOT spit. Smiths, DO NOT wipe. Catch as much cum as possible in your mouth and hold it until I see it. Then your bull may release you and send you to the windows, so that all your friends and relatives can see how hot your pussy is at the thought of being fucked by big black cocks. Smiths, if you honestly do not know how to Jill Off, Smith Toneeyah will show you. Point to her and select her just like the bulls select you. Those of you who have been listening while sucking, good job. To the rest of you, why the hell did you wait so long to PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH!" Elmore shouts as he starts the first egg timer. 

Pointing to Cayla, making the 'come here' motion, pointing to the floor, he relaxes his cock into the mouth of the young woman who believes in him, makes him feel alive again. Damn she is good! Skills that Toneeyah brags about but Cayla simply has, no fronting, no posing. Ding! Her right hand is upon him, and her left hand goes right to her own clit. Shit! He forgot to add that to the instructions. Next round then. Damn, she is a natural, using all the techniques like a pro. Ding! He is fully hard now, as her onslaught intensifies. Cayla is taking him deeper and deeper, with faster and faster strokes, her hands keeping up with the guk-guk-guk that is becoming gaguk-gaguk-gaguk as the final timer goes ding! Two of the bulls have come, their Smiths sent to the window, Leigh and Imogene. If Cayla had been called when he sent Toneeyah back to being a Smith, she would have joined them. The Smiths shuffle back to the mats, and the bulls pick next in line as Elmore resets the timers.

"Smiths, when no hands or one handed, you must Jill Off, rub your nub. If you are a hard cummer, where you might bite that magnificent big black cock in your throat, please pull it out or you will be punished if you do it. Smith Toneeyah, you will service me this round."

Her mouth closes on his shaft, and she has good technique. But she is petite, and his huge cock is a strain on her mouth. To her credit, she does not complain, working hard with, he must admit, a very talented tongue. Ding! She ups her game, taking more of his cock on each thrust, but her small hand is almost a blur, covering his cock and balls. Sometimes, at the bottom of a stroke, as she pulls her hand off, she uses it to lift and drop his ball sack, nearly instantly returning to the next stroke. She doesn't do it every time, but it pressurizes his balls, tightening his sack up against his body.

She changes to alternating slightly squeezing his ball sack, not painfully, just enough to let him know she has him by the balls. Ding! She begins a full out assault on his reason, sometimes yanking down on his ball bag, alternating and combining strokes, her mouth ignoring trying to deep throat his shaft, instead brushing the lips of her flawless face over the helmet while her tongue writhes on it like snakes. It is intense, too intense, and the pressure building in his balls goes away. He will not be coming in her mouth tonight, he realizes sadly. Ding!

Four more Smiths have successfully sucked off a big black cock while on public display. Time to start the fucking. "Bulls who have come, raise your hands. Good. You will take a Smith, from left to right. You will position her on all fours, facing another Smith. Smith's will kiss the entire time they are in position. You will fuck the Smith during the three minute drill. If you come, you will raise your hand. Once you have come in a Smith, she will slide forward, and the other Smith will slide under her to lick your cum out of her pussy. At the end of each three minute round, if you have not come, move to the nearest Smith on your right. If you have come, return to the wall to be sucked off. AT NO TIME during this exercise will bulls fuck the ass of any Smith. Any Smith without a bull will Jill Off in window display until a bull arrives to fuck her. Begin."

Pointing to a red haired beauty of the thick variety, she joyfully kneels before him, wrapping her stubby fingers around his shaft until he starts the timer. He can smell her, Jill, if he remembers right. Her skills are basic, but enthusiastic, as she moans around his meat, pushing her gag reflex to take more, but failing, over and over. He says "Relax. You are a great cocksucker, baby. Trust what you already know. We will work on deep throat training later." He watches her full jugs bounce as she bobs on his knob. Ding! Her thick fingers pour around his shaft like soft honey, as she tries each of the techniques in order. Her mouth is getting used to his size, and she is moaning louder as she jills off. Her scent is very pronounced now, the sweet scent of very hot cunt fills his nose. 

This is why Cayla pulled him back from the grave, this is why she made him a bull again, so that when that day does come, he can say he is a man again at the end of his days. Ding! Her scent travels with her fingers, and he chuckles at the thought 'she is a deep dish kind of girl'. He is grunting, and she is so excited she is frantically stroking him as she cums! That sends him over the top, and he raises his hand, spurt after spurt after spurt into Jill's sweet cocksucking mouth and she is cumming again, perhaps at the thrill of making such a big black cock cum and getting the chance to be fucked by it. Her soft face has a glow as she looks up at him, proudly displaying his cum in her mouth, ecstatic at what she has done, closing her pale green eyes as another climax churns through her. Ding!

He moves over behind Imogene, noting that three quarters of the bulls are now fucking sweet white women in front of everybody, the other quarter of them are going to pop during the next three minute drill. He works on getting his huge fucktool into Imogene's overheated twat, using his own (patented) invention of the Rusty Bolt technique as applied to tight cunts. Ding! She is breathing in short 'huff-huff-huff-huff' breaths, as she cums, giving him the opening he needs. He slams the fuckstick as deep as he can, and she is on her own stairway to heaven. Ding! Her orgasms ripple through the walls of her cunt, giving him the freedom to stroke in and out of her at will, which touches off another series of ripples. He fucks her hard, knowing he will not cum anytime soon. The final ding arrives, and he moves over to the woman who promised him that she would hold her hot pussy against his throbbing hard cock for as long as it takes for him to cum inside her. 'You may just get your wish later tonight' he thinks as he slides into her slick cunt, knowing full well he isn't going to cum anytime soon.

Imogene's rippling cunt has milked the cum out of Jamal, which seems fitting somehow, that her own bull is the first to cum inside her. Leigh rolls over and Imogene slides atop her, lowering her slushy pussy to Leigh's soft lips, unleashing a ferocious tongue attack to rescue Jamal's jism from her depths. Dashaun slides into Imogene who is practically wailing with every stroke. Elmore moves on, to two more rounds through the slushpile of pussies, before he gets back to Leigh and Imogene, after having nearly lost it inside Imogene as they feast on each other's cunts. He feels the fresh hot cum of other black men inside Leigh, giving him the extra lubrication to really pound her, and she reaches up to yank on his balls gently, like pulling the brake on a train to try to get him to slow down. But his hips are moving on their own now, unstoppable, as his seed blasts into the furnace of her hot twat. Looking up, he can see that the weekend curtain is pulled back, and there is no one in the lounge. Every single one of a very impressive crowd tonight is piled up against the rails, furiously humping.

He sees poor Toneeyah, the last Smith, her tight cunt pressed up against the glass, rapidly frigging herself, as he sits down in front of her. Leigh comes over to display her well fucked pussy, as Elmore has a sudden idea.

"Smith Toneeyah, attend!" he barks out the command, as she looks up at him, somewhat fuzzily. "You will ride my cock. NOW!" he says as she slowly moves toward him. "Smith Leigh, attend!" he barks out the command, as Leigh moves over to him. "I'm going to fuck her harder than she has ever been fucked in her life, and slower than she's ever been fucked in her life. Take your froth of lube and jism and finger as much of it into her tight cunt as you can. Then spread your legs to let everybody see the rest of it drip out while you lick her tight little clit into nirvana. Every time she cums she will drop a little further on my cock. We will fuck her like that until closing. Do it NOW."

Toneeyah's tight cunt didn't fit over the head of Elmore's huge boner at first, but the lube (or Leigh's talented fingers inside her) let her relax enough that the head slips inside. Now she is fucked. Leigh goes to work, tweaking her nipples, spelling the alphabet on her clit, using her hands on her hips to force the petite woman up and then sharply further down on Elmore's big black cock. He would sometimes move his hips, but mostly spent his time pulling up and down on her hips like she is a life sized pocket pussy. Toneeyah is muttering and crying out and sometimes even wailing, but the unrelenting massive fucktool bores into her. She finally reaches bottom, and Leigh wonders where it all went, as Elmore growls "Let the fucking begin." 

He is thrusting into her now, but still slowly, so that Leigh's lips sucking on Toneeyah's clit can follow their target, her tongue flicking the man in the boat, as Toneeyah's "Oh FUCK ME-E-E-E-E..." screams ring out over and over again. She screams in orgasmic bliss for over an hour straight, then just like a puppet whose strings have been cut, Elmore pumps his cum into her and she collapses, a broken fuck doll. Massive applause breaks out, as the Smiths all gather to worship the massive fucktool with their tongues, Imogen planting Toneeyah on her face to drain out every drop of cum.

Elmore says "Tradition has it that the blowjob room greets the men who have suffered watching on the other side all night long, after closing. Go my fine class of Smiths, and show them what you have learned. Serve. Give of yourselves. Go."

Every bull stands to shake his hand, waiting in line. They even help him carry the unconscious XO downstairs to her office, to be gently placed on the cot she uses too often because she works too much. He kisses her perfect face, and swears he will never ever forget making love with her. He plans to do it a lot.



Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory Pt. 01



Interracial - Big Black Cock slut army.

White girls are trained to fuck big black cocks.

Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

If you have not read "Mandingo Night" and "Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion" you probably will not have as much fun reading this story.

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today's lesson is about where you do unto others.

Toneeyah and Elmore rest their knees on the thick blue Turkish rug, as she slowly strokes his huge fourteen inch by four inch hard cock with her petite hand. Her sore pussy remembers this cock and is begging to make love with it again - and that was what they did, made love for hours. She can feel his hardness, underneath the soft skin, the crinkled texture of his knob, the sweet smell of man musk wafting from his white haired balls. Because this man has been fucking for years before she was even born, and she thought she knew how, but clearly didn't have a clue. Dick bliss craving. Big black cock love and lust. Dick fever, whatever you want to call it, she has it now. While he can fuck for hours, he also pumps out gallons of cum. Imogene, sweet hot latin Imogene with that latin big butt drank a couple of quarts, straight from her freshly spunked pussy. The rest is probably sloshing around in her womb, and she uses the other hand to rub his knob with the palm of her hand, as he shudders.

It took a long time to get her all the way down on that long shaft last night, he bored a hole in her twat that only more cum can heal, and she is two quarts low right now. She uses the hand jacking his prick shaft to jill herself off, rubbing her nub as she rubs his knob. He groans, and she smiles, knowing he will remember her touch fondly. Normally, she can order people around, have them lick her at will. Last night she lost that control, had to submit, and she finds she loves it! She loves him, and that sweet, sweet pussylicker Leigh. She vows to find out whether it was her or him, but no woman had ever made her come like that before. She wants to dive onto his cock, Bertha would surely join in, and then she will know. Only the presence of the Great Teacher keeps her from sliding back over to resume sucking what little of it she can fit in her petite mouth - and even then just barely. She is one third his age and one third as dark skinned, but petite is petite, and big is big, as her throbbing pussy reminds her.

"What the hell did you do?" Bertha thunders at them, her whole body jiggling as she slaps her hands down on her desk, shaking her huge tits to Elmore's delight.

"We did it all." Elmore replies with a giggle.

"Not quite true. You didn't do my ass. You owe me that, you bastard." the XO, Toneeyah teases.

"Yes, I can see you two have come to an unexpected but welcome accommodation. The two people closest to me in the whole world, who fight like cats and dogs, now its more like dog on dog and can't separate them with a hose. Keep that hose up Elmore, I intend to fully use it when we are through talking. Now what is this I hear about you demoting my XO to a position below all the Smiths, where she can be summoned by them, like a bull summons a slut?"

"Well, I - " "He found - " they both try to talk at once.

"Ah-ah-ah. Only one can talk. Toneeyah, as the woman, you cum first." Bertha reminds them.

"He found I had not used my training in over a year, something I was not even aware of until he asked me about it. As Consort of the Great Teacher, he ordered me, until and unless countermanded by the Great Teacher herself to me personally, during the hours of 7pm to 3am, I shall be nothing more than another Smith. He then later ordered that I must train any Smith who did not know how to masturbate, more as a slight against my laziness in choosing only female partners for the past year, and losing my passion for cock. I then served him, as I did the other bulls. He is correct and I recommend yearly retraining for all staff, and that Elmore be XO of training." Toneeyah explains very carefully.

"But how the hell did you get out of your cage, Elmore? And how the hell are you a bull again, much less training a class of Smiths instead of my hand picked teacher?" Bertha is confused.

"I ain't locked in no cage. I'm a man. I sent Carl down to Mexico, to get my medicine. You know I can't travel like that, and the prescription is in his name, so nobody else could go. It's just a day trip, he'll be back tonight. So that left us a bull short. You told Toneeyah that Cayla could have her pick of members for her bull, she almost picked Toneeyah, but then she settled on me. Couldn't countermand your gift, so now I'm Cayla's bull. Shame for Toneeyah, Cayla and Leigh are as gifted with women as they are with men." Elmore replies with ire, then softens his tone.

"That's absolutely true. Elmore's magical cock and Leigh's talented tongue took over my being last night for what seemed like hours of bliss." Toneeyah gushes.

"Yeah, I think I heard that bliss all the way over at the condo." Bertha winked.

"Damn, she is loud! Never thought a pipsqueak like her could be so loud, until I heard her yelling like a drill sergeant at those Smiths. But that was Nuthin' compared to her cunt scream! And a long time too!"

"It's a long way down your cock for my tight little pussy. Took awhile to get there. Loved every damn second of it." Toneeyah beams.

"So your comedy of errors erased the female domination of our training that I've been worried about, restored harmony between you two, completely and thoroughly fucked an entire class of Smiths, while doubling the perfect record established the night before?" Bertha challenges them.

"Oh shit!" putting her hand to her mouth, "I hadn't even looked at the numbers, we just hurried in to see you." Toneeyah exclaims.

"Yeah, consider analyzing last night most important project number two. The Mother Goddess is telling us that dark times are coming, times as bad as the Great and Horrible War of Northern Liberation. Maybe worse. We are being told to raise an army of sluts. Those plans you had for the warehouse on Fulton, that project starts TODAY. Maximum warp. So that is most important project number three."

"Won't be enough. Civil War damn near wiped out the whole country last time, all that wasteful hate ended up wasting lives. If the Mother Goddess is truly calling us to fight that with love, then we have to go farther faster. Reach out to the swing clubs. Start buying up clubs across the country. We have to get the whole country fuckin', or everybody could die!" Elmore observes.

"We are hardly able to do that. We can't even solve the problem of the husbands. Remember the 'Chicken Club' fiasco? Half the banned on our wall of shame come from that. Including the four you left off." Toneeyah objects sternly.

"The dead have no shame, Toneeyah, and nobody here is going to meet them anytime soon, so just let it go, and move on please." Bertha says soothingly.

"Other challenges: We have to expedite training. We need more bulls, but we have to keep the quality up. More sluts faster with the XO of Training's new program will help us deal with the volume, but it won't change the size of the parking lot. We either have to buy and pave the field - which will take almost as long as opening Mandingo Night II on Fulton - or find someplace for them to park." as usual, the logistics questions tangle up the XO.

"We could use Cordwood." Elmore suggests.

"What the heck is Cordwood?" Toneeyah objects.

"We need to get Larry over here, get all the assets on the table, liquidate what we can't use directly for the war effort, and use it to fund it." Bertha replies to Elmore.

"Cordwood is one of many properties Gladys and I owned, before I married Bertha, and even before Bertha was taken by Gladys as her girlfriend. The business has quietly made investments over the past 50 years that have made us very wealthy. Maybe three to five times the assets you manage, XO." Elmore explains.

"I was not taken! I gave myself freely!" Bertha haughtily strikes a pose, hands behind her head, thrusting her massive rack out in distraction. Each of Bertha's breasts is the size of Toneeyah's head; the XO knows the nipples on either of those big brown disks can stick up like cigar tips, when chewed properly, something she is itching to do again. She is turned on and getting hotter, having Elmore's huge cock in her grip but not being able to suck it or fuck it is driving her quite mad with lust. Both Elmore and Toneeyah are well distracted by daydreaming what they would like to do with those tits, both knowing full well how much fun her fun bags can be, until Bertha catches them looking, cackling bent over in laughter, as they join her. "Y'all quit staring at my tits like you want to gobble them, it makes me horny." Berth says as she starts to move.

"XO, call for a plush chair in the fuck room, then call for Smith Marilyn to join us there. Get that damn magical cock of his fully hard and tow him by it to the fuck room at the soonest possible moment you can join me." Bertha cuts their meeting off, stomping out of the room.

"I shouldn't have done it, I shouldn't have said it." Elmore slumps down, head in his hands.

"Said what, done what?" Toneeyah soothes, pressing her tight petite body into his to hug him closely.

"When Gladys and I were married, she was very loving, so very loving most of my friends called her an easy slut. Man or woman, didn't matter - if you needed loving, Gladys was your go-to girl. I was her man-slut partner, and I didn't see anything wrong with the way we choose to live our lives. Whether Gladys seduced Bertha, or Bertha seduced Gladys is nether here nor there. But when they brought me into their fun, Gladys used our big plush chair, right in the living room, curtains drawn open in the daylight and everything. Bertha had a big butt even then, but the chair took her weight off so she could move on top of me. Gladys would worship us from below with her tongue. It is one of Bertha's hottest memories - hell it's even one of mine, and she once told me it was the first time she ever felt truly loved, truly whole. Bertha became our first bull recruiter, until the Universities all banned her. Black balled for black balling!" Elmore chuckles.

"We better not keep her waiting." Tonneyah says softly, as she kisses him, moving between his legs, rubbing her bee sting b-cup tits onto his white haired chest, rubbing her clit and slit along his now half hard, but thickening cock. She loves the feel of it, licking her hands like a cat licks her paws, gripping his shaft, sliding down the soft skin rippling over the hardening shaft inside. Her mouth slides over the tip, completely stretched out. This is was she was born to do, she thinks as her lips close for suction, and her tongue flicks over the plum sized head, like some super-freak sized clit. But she uses the skills she has on the cock she loves, going through all of the techniques. She pistons her hands up and down the shaft, while she sucks what little of the shaft that fits into her petite mouth. She twists her hands inward, in a corkscrew motion, making him groan. She makes a mental note he likes that, and carries on. She twists her hand outward, in the reverse corkscrew motion, and he groans harder. She notes that too. Now he is almost fully hard again, and she is blowing him, using her hands up and down his shaft in speed bag and reverse speed-bag, one hand following the other down, then pulling off and starting back at the top, or starting at the bottom and pulling up his shaft, trying to coax the cum out of his balls into her mouth. His hips are thrusting to meet her strokes, and she needs to decide if she should betray her orders and just finish sucking him off. Bertha likes the whipping too much, really gets into it. Wary of being flayed alive, she slows down, communicating her love to him through soft, slower movements of her hands, mouth, and tongue. When he is fully hard, she obediently, but sadly pulls him up by his cock and leads him by it, like a child pulling along her favorite toy, to the fuck room.

"Do NOT look at her." she instructs Elmore as she comes into the room, seeing Bertha's legs outstretched and furiously frigging her pussy, while Smith Marilyn kneels in front of the chair. It isn't Bertha Toneeyah is warning Elmore about.

Elmore sees Smith Marilyn, a walking wet dream, naked and collared, but beaming like a thousand suns, a smile known to have melted butter on a cold January day at a thousand paces. Built like Leigh, she has the plush Nordic Goddess body that so many black men crave. Her plush pussy hair waves like flaxen stalks of wheat in the wind. Her breasts are like...

"Snap out of it!" Toneeyah slaps him hard, moving to block his view, as Bertha stands without ever having looked their direction. It is then Toneeyah realizes she had seen their reflection in the glass wall of the fuck room.

"Elmore, now that you are a bull again, you will fuck me every single day, right here in this room. This is Smith Marilyn, who will be punished for not looking at her toes as instructed, later. She will worship the joining of our bodies together." she says as she pushes Elmore down into the plush velour beige chair.

"XO, please do me the honor of inserting Elmore's magical cock into my cunt and then sucking my tits. Elmore, if you fall in love with Smith Marilyn, I will have you whipped on Saturday night for a month. You'll still have her of course, she will never refuse you anything, but you know how I get turned on by the whipping. Every time you see her, you must ask yourself, 'Is it worth it?', and then do the right thing by walking away. Or not. I'm happy with the results either way." Bertha says gleefully, as she slides down onto Elmore's huge cock.

"Fuck us with your tongue, Marilyn. Toneeyah, dear, did you forget about my TITS?" she cries out as she smashes the smaller woman's head into her left boob.

"You would deny me my Mother Goddess given right as a bull to take any Smith?" Elmore thrusts harshly up into Bertha's slick channel, easily burying the fuckstick balls deep inside her in a single stroke, as he takes his pique out on fucking her harder. Then he smiles, realizing he is caught in her trap, just like he is caught in her pussy. She clamps down on him, squeezing her cunt muscles to make it hard for him to thrust, the extra friction making it all the more pleasurable. He is going to have to remember to fuck his wife more often.

"No, just telling you that you have much more important things to do than getting obsessed with a single Smith. Hell, I'm obsessed with Marilyn and one of us is enough. Besides, you need to be fucking the hell out of Smith Toneeyah, and making sure she gets about two years worth of cock in the next month. Plus, you still have your bull duties to Smith Cayla, and even you don't have enough spunk to go around. Speaking of which XO, there's no more milk in that breast, move to the other one. Give yourself a minute to suck that one dry too, then get your tight little armored ass back to work! You have three projects which are very, very important, and you are behind schedule on all three. Work out the logistics on that, Bitch!" Bertha snaps.

For Toneeyah, it is like falling down into a tornado. Pretty soon she isn't even paying attention to the sweating, humping woman beneath her. Her lips lay against the large nipple, immobile. She pulls herself off of them, taking only a fraction of a second to revel in the joy being created there, right in front of her. She walks back to her office, bumping softly off of walls along the way, lost in her own head, trying to force what could not be forced, in the end, deciding to do only what she knew she could do today. 

Absentmindedly, she looks down to discover she is dripping on her rug. Reaching down between her legs, she finds she has fluid running down her legs, and dripping from her snatch. She tests it with her tongue, finding some of it is her own excitement, a taste of her own pussy she is very familiar with, although usually on the lips of another woman. The rest is... addictive, she decides, scooping and licking and scooping and licking. She almost adopts a new variety of carpet munching to 'clean up' some other spots, but wanders out of her office, up to the break room, to quell her hunger. Finally, minutes and a bowl of cereal later, her sensory system finishes processing the analysis of her leaky fluid and a bell goes off in her mind. Cum. Elmore's cum. Somehow it has spurted so far up inside her even Imogene's dedicated licking had not gotten it out. She doesn't even know what to do with that information right now, so she files it in her mental file cabinet for later reference, as she goes back to work.

[...]

"Yes, we would be happy to do that. In addition, I will fax you our new offer, 10% additional per day you complete it early, up to 50% for five days early, 10% penalty per day late. Well those are our terms. Did you say Leishman Interiors is also capable of doing this work? I thought so Dan. Look forward to sucking your sweet cock at the Christmas party." the XO shaved off days where she could.

"Larry is here. He is waiting in the conference room." her administrative assistant, Smith Donna, says in a sweet voice over the intercom.

"Let him know I will be right there." the XO says as she trots up the stairs, suddenly aware her exercise rituals are three days behind schedule and she is getting flabby, which means hammers don't bounce off unnoticed from her ass unless she clenches her cheeks. She suddenly has to reverse course back to her office, having forgotten the power of attorney papers without which Larry probably would not give her the time of day. She does the stairs a third time, starting to think about doing laps around the club - maybe after closing, she files it in her mental scheduler.

"Hi Larry! Good to see you!" she says as he shakes her hand, wet with his spit from jacking a very thick and solid ten inch cock. He is not in bad shape for a fifty something black man, more like Morgan Freeman with a slight paunch. Always looking for more members to train Smiths, she decides to flip him. She will have him on his back and servicing a sea of Smiths before he knows what has hit him. She knows that before too long, she will not be able to control herself and Smith Toneeyah will be one of them.

"Hi Toneeyah, nice to meet you. God bless, you are beautiful. Maybe even a miracle. Excuse me, I'm not used to conducting business naked in a sex club. Aren't you supposed to suck my cock?" Larry says hopefully, as she smiles.

"Doesn't quite work that way. I'm the Executive Officer of the Club, and as you can see, I have Power of Attorney for the holdings of the estate of Gladys Williams, Bertha Williams, Elmore Williams, and the Mandingo Interacial Night Entertainment club. But it would be a crime to see such a beautiful big black cock go unserviced. I'm not a Smith - a Service Member In Training for Hospitality - well not until 7pm - but I can call one for you. No reason you can't have your needs taken care of while we work. It's going to be a long hard day for you, I think." the XO offers.




Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory Pt. 01



"Yes, I'd like that very much. A busty redhead if you've got one." he groans.

"You've got it, Mister!" she playfully says as she dials the intercom speaker number. "Smith Mandy to present in conference room immediately. Smith Mandy to present in conference room immediately."

Less than two minutes later, a knock came at the door. A buxom redhead, like Jessica Rabbit come to life, saunters and sashays into the room to use her hands to spread her legs to shoulder width, kneels in front of Larry, slowly drawing her hands up from her knees to pull her pussy lips open, caressing her clit just an instant longer than she should, then pulls her hands up over her stomach to fondle her own nipples, pinching them quickly in rapid bursts to get them fully stiff, until her arms end up behind her in kneeling parade rest.

"This is Smith Mandy. Mandy, this is Larry. You are to please him today, in any way he needs, but I need him conscious and clearheaded, not like your other victims. Not the two minute drill lollipop, but more of an all day sucker. Can you do that for us?" The XO instructs.

"Yes ma'am. Larry, can I please suck you big black cock? I need it so bad, I want it in every way you want to give it to me, please, please, please, Larry can I suck it now?" Mandy begs like a little girl wanting her favorite toy back.

"Damn, she almost made me cum, just from begging for it!" Larry laughs.

"Begging is one of her lesser mouth skills. Smith Mandy, Larry has suffered enough already, and you have made it worse. Two minute drill Mandy, then back to the commands I gave you that you disobeyed." the XO agrees, then instructs sternly.

Mandy begins her oral assault on the tip, her hands doing inner and outer corkscrews on his shaft, as she rubs her big milk white tits on his thighs. 'It would be a shame to waste his cum, his cock is twice the size of most of my boyfriends' she thinks as she licks his knob, revelling in the shudders it produces. Deep throating his entire shaft in a single gulp, her hands follow her head back up, in classic rusty bolt, then it is speedbag and pistoning all the way as her head is practically a blur back and forth on the tip. 'How did I get so lucky, going from being demoted out of service to having the privilege of servicing a member directly under the XO?' she thinks to herself. Larry is grunting and groaning as Mandy is moaning around his cock. She sees the blob of cum, forming the hairpie at the tip of the XO's cunthole, knows there was no trace of her on Larry's cock, and tries to refocus on her blowjob. She tends to improvise, she is very creative, being an E.R. nurse, and that was what got her into trouble in the first place. She wants Larry's cum in her mouth, and she wants it NOW.

Dialing an internal number, the XO says "Hi, this is the XO. I have Smith Mandy here with me and she isn't wearing her collar. Demoted, you say. Hmmmm. Publish her on the group room punishment list for Saturday."

Larry's eyes are bugging out as Mandy tugs on his balls three times like pulling a ripcord, and his jizz is filling her mouth as she coos softly. After he has nothing left, she pulls her mouth off and says softly "I have to work Saturday."

The XO's eyes burn with fire, she is enraged. "Smith Mandy, be here Saturday night at 7pm or BE BANNED, I don't give a damn. You can probably scare up some diseased black cock in the ghettos to keep your mouth, cunt, and ass satisfied. In the meantime, don't eavesdrop on my conversations that don't begin with 'Smith Mandy'. Do you understand and agree to obey my commands?" she says with a harsh, biting tone that even surprises herself.

"Yes, ma'am, Mandy says, clearly frightened.

"Smith Mandy, do you have a whipping belt picked out? Yes or no only." the XO said coldly.

"No, ma'am." she replies with a shudder.

"Smith Mandy, each day you are here, go see Donna, my administrative assistant. Tell her that you are required to spend at least fifteen minutes choosing a whipping belt. On Saturday night, she must show me the three belts you have chosen. I may not choose to use any of them, or I may choose to use all of them I'm so damn mad at you right now. Now get your mouth back on his cock and DO NOT comment on our conversations unless you want your punishment doubled." the XO demands harshly.

"Yes, ma'am." she replies, quickly trying to focus on cocksucking and not her fate only a few days away. Licking up the last few dribbles of Larry's climax brings her some comfort, and she hopes she gets to fuck him later, bent over the conference table, or any where else he wants.

"Now Larry, I need to know what all the holdings are, their value, how quickly they can be liquidated, whether they can be converted to a club..." She rattles off a list of things she wants to know.

"Jesus. Sweet Jesus. Are you guys fleeing the country?" Larry fears.

"No, Larry. We are going to war." the XO states firmly, absentminded scooping and licking, scooping and licking.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Congress inexplicably passes the "National Bowling Act", which allows sports clubs to operate nude nationwide, even allowing on premises sex if not visible from the outside. The National Swing Club Association grows overnight, as new clubs suddenly have the funding to 'start that little club' they have always dreamed about, before Toneeyah's commands to Larry could even be executed. Men and women coming home from the wars overseas are surprising their spouses and partners, only to be surprised there is already someone there, then saying "make love, not war' to themselves and joining in instead of getting angry. Karmic debts are being paid off by the bucketload, even as the bucketloads of cum start splashing. Young people, old people, plain people, hot people - pretty much everyone who ever had a sexual thought about doing something naughty - quit thinking and started doing it. Wednesday night, Thursday night, Friday night, and Saturday night are all sold out at Mandingo Night before 7pm on Wednesday, and the new head teller Jeanie is starting to book tickets up to two weeks in advance. Wives are taking their husbands to strip clubs, online dating and mating sites are crashing from the heavy traffic, and America tilts more European in its sexual attitudes in a single 24 hour period.

The armies of hate are on the march too. Preachers rail against the nuns who have joined the "FreeTheNipple!" campaign in California, demanding they be excommunicated. "Sodomy is on the rise! It could happen to you! It could happen to your sons!" shout the televangelists so far in the closet they can see Narnia. "Blacks now openly raping white women, details at 11" the news channel proclaims, showing white women struggling in the arms of black men at night clubs whose hands are all over their breasts and pussies (mostly bouncers throwing their drunk asses out of the club) - usually in slow motion. Battle lines are being drawn. It is 1861 all over again, on a shorter schedule.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Leigh and Cayla ring the buzzer at the Smiths entrance, only to find they are not on the list. Some of the black thugs start making towards them, in wolfpack encircling mode, knowing full well if they can snatch up these pretty bitches, they will never go to the police about being forced to have sex with lots and lots of black men, not realizing the difference between choice and rape is a crucial one.

"Oh, here it is. You didn't get processed correctly last night. Please go straight to the examination room after you disrobe." they are buzzed in as the wolves close in, too late to catch this pair of beauties. But they are efficient predators. They will wait, and they will hate, and their anger at being left out will grow. Soon they will be able to catch their prey.

The Smith working the locker room and door buzzer, a very cute little petite brunette with freckles says "You just gonna leave your clothes like that? On the floor like you just stepped out of your panties to get fucked?"

Pointing to the lockers, with badges clearly displaying the sexual level of accomplishment on the ID's hanging from them, Leigh says "We don't have locker assignments, ID's, or anything else yet." The Smith responds "Shit! That's right too! Everything was so fucked up last night with Elmore running things.", then adds "Pretty pussies though. Hope I get to taste them real well someday soon." Cayla replies "Thanks." as she blushes, and they bustle off to the examination room.

Toneeyah waits for them in the examination room, sitting on a round stool like at an exam room, or a bar. She is crossing and un-crossing her thighs as if her subconscious is trying to rub herself off, scribbling on a clipboard as they knock and enter. To her right is a full figured white girl, with long straight black hair. Her breasts are slightly 'bloopy', completely natural, and every bit as full as her own Leigh sees immediately. Her pussy hair is trimmed into a arrow above her slit, clean shaved on the lips, with a bold print tattoo 'Big Black Cock ONLY' just atop the inverted pyramid. Her ass is so tight Leigh guesses hammers would bounce off of it unnoticed, just like Toneeyah's. She wondered how Dashaun would feel, stroking into her undoubtably tight pussy, wondering if he already had, wondering if Elmore ever had, or Carl, or Marcus...

"Smith Leigh, Smith Cayla, this is my administrative assistant, Smith Donna." The XO says formally, as Cayla examines her competition for 'Princess of the Dark'. Big fucking tits. Mouth like Dracula's cum sucking bitch. Face that never had a non-erotic thought in the past year, perhaps in her whole lifetime. Ass to die for. Literally to die for, probably snaps cocks in half with merely a twitch, much less a sustained clench. She is going to have to beg Elmore to pick another bull and take turns ravishing the two of them. Could she just give up her Manager of Marketing position, to be assigned to sit under her desk and lick her out all day, fucking their bulls all night? Inquiring minds want to know...

"Why are you talking so formally? God, I had your pussy on my tongue for hours last night." Leigh wonders aloud.

"Because for exactly three more minutes and 57 seconds I am XO. Then I become Smith Toneeyah, all my position and privilege wiped away like a sand castle at the beach. I hate that bastard Elmore for wrecking my sandcastle. Yet I am so very, very glad he is teaching me his lessons and loving me with his magical cock!"

"Are you begging for more, baby?" Elmore asks as he and Dashaun arrive.

"Always. Anytime. Anywhere." Toneeyah says gleefully, as she wraps herself around him, fondling his muscular ass. "Dashaun!" Leigh springs up to kiss him, as Cayla, frozen, can't decide whether to join Toneeyah and Elmore, her true bull, or Dashaun and Leigh, her lesbian lover. 'Well, aren't we all lovers now?' she thinks.

"These are the new training manuals. Donna is very good. Did you know she can type and fuck at the same time?" Elmore brags, as Tonneyah feels his cock stiffen against her belly and files that notice for future reference in her mental filing cabinet.

Donna blushes, and her nipples stiffen. "Don't be telling tales out of school, Elmore. Besides, it isn't you who fucked her while she took 'dicktation'". The XO says as she returns to scribbling standing up while writing, clipboard on the stool, finishing the last of her paperwork. Cayla is convinced bricks would explode into dust if thrown at Toneeyah's ass, and envies Leigh for getting to lick her out almost all night long last night. Another gift to beg Elmore for, ASAP.

Donna blushes an even darker shade of red, and her nipples are so stiff they must be ringing like gongs with each heartbeat. Leigh and Cayla see this and smile at each other. 'Gotcha!' they both think, without knowing how to use it just yet.

"Smith Donna, can you teach another Smith to type and fuck? I have a candidate who would be perfect for that type of training." the XO asks brightly, solving a logistical problem.

"I don't know ma'am, I've never tried." she says, trying to figure out how to do it. She is now shifting from foot to foot, unconsciously rubbing herself off.

"It's pumpkin time. Smiths, present kneeling. Donna and Cayla, on my cock. Leigh and Toneeyah on Dashaun's." Elmore cackles.

Toneeyah does the spread her legs with her hands, pulls her hands slowly up her legs to open up her pussy lips, hands up over her stomach to her breasts, pulling hard on the nipples (and pinching them too) before resting behind her back routine that Mandy taught her. Her mouth slides onto Dashaun's cock shaft, corn cobbing his cock, dueling with Leigh's, as their hands join to fondle his balls. Their other hands join in stroking the base of his cock. Their tongues duel all the way up his shaft, providing lubrication for the stroking, until they reach the tip, one licking below the shaft, the other atop the helmet, then switching, as their hands piston up and down.

"Damn you're hot! I see you got to be XO on merit alone!" Dashaun cries out. 'You ain't seen nothin' yet, boy. Wait until I get your fine ass alone some day.' Toneeyah thinks to herself.

"As did her administrative assistant." Elmore replies as Cayla and Donna are taking turns seeing who can deep throat more of Elmore's impressive fucktool. 

"Your Smith is no slouch, Dashaun; and Elmore, you bastard, I had two more minutes as XO and you tricked me into sucking cock on my knees!" Toneeyah almost yells.

"Didn't you spend a good part of this morning sucking my cock? Tell me you don't crave sucking cock and I'll give you back XO all night. But just for tonight, and you'll miss all the fun training I have planned." Elmore giggles.

"Hmmmpf." is all Toneeyah can muster as a reply, her mouth and tongue trying to copy what she saw Leigh do to Elmore the last time they were in this room, on Dashuan's wonderful cock.

"Oh, fuck I'm going to cum..." Dashaun cries out.

"Oh no, no, NO you're not, big boy." Toneeyah grabs his ball sack and pulls it down hard, holding it away from his body.

"I'm good." Elmore says as he backs away, not wanting to have his balls yanked.

"What did you do?" Dashaun looks at her, amazed, just a little bit of pre-cum dribbling from the tip of his cock. Her tongue darts out to lick it up playfully, as she smiles.

"Old whore trick my mother taught me, sucking on one of her Johns who didn't want to pay her. Told him if he ever got over his blue balls, or had the money to pay her, she'd make it worth his while, but she expected to be paid for that night, and the night he came back. He was the most loyal customer who paid before every session after that." Toneeyah winks.

"Your momma was no whore, Toneeyah. She was the prettiest woman I ever saw until the day you came back from college, much less when you were all butch and buff coming back from your stint in the military, and she was the most passionate woman too. She gave like there was an endless source of light inside her, and that light was snuffed out long before it should have been." Elmore objects.

"I know. But she loved that story. Made her bridge club laugh every time she told it." Toneeyah almost cried, then said "Time for pictures!"

Elmore knew full well Toneeyah never met her mother, much less ever saw her at a bridge club, because her mother was gunned down days after she was born, but he could see the pain and he let it go.

Pulling two old style southern belle dresses, with cutouts for the breasts and a white belt to hold the skirt, she says "Ok, Elmore in front of Cayla, Dashaun behind." Leigh helped Cayla get the dress, slyly copping a few feels of her girlfriend along the way. Toneeyah directed "More breasts, I can't see the breasts.", having pulled out a Canon T5i, connected to a laptop.

"Unless you've got some chicken cutlets there isn't anymore." Leigh answers.

"Fuck you very much, dear friend." Cayla snarls.

"Use the bustier built in the dress." Donna suggests.

"That's works. Got nipple showing. OK, Dashuan, tip only in the twat, Elmore, fingertips on the nipples, no, underneath... that's it, no, that's not it. Cayla dear, turn your bum a bit and slide the left leg forward, show that big black cock in your pussy. Ummmm. Oh Yeah! THAT'S IT!. Two close ups and we are done. Elmore, don't go floppy on me now. Oh GOD, that's hot with your tongue like that. Dashaun, one ping only Vasili. Yep, one stroke. That's good and wet. Somebody's very happy about getting fucked tonight. Ok, got it. Next!"

Smith Donna says "Why do you say that silly 'one ping only' every time?"

"It's from the movie 'Red October', when Captain Ramius has to declare his intention to defect and give themselves up completely, without betraying their location to everybody. Also, Smith's have been fantasizing - some for years - about having a big black cock in them. Now they have been fucked, and that memory has to last them until they get far enough through their training." Toneeyah says.

"We don't starve their pussies no more. Feed 'em all the meat they can take the first night. Take their big black cock hunger and turn it into big black cock fever. Won't never be enough cock for you ladies now." Elmore brags. Toneeyah looks inside herself, and knows that is true, and will always be true for her from now on. Not just Elmore's magical cock, but every single hot black man within her reach. Maybe a few of the cool ones could be heated up and served warm too. If that doesn't work, she'll just have to devour them raw. Yes, she sees her reflection in the examination room and for the first time sees herself as a black cock slut, fully in the grips of black cock fever, just like her sister Smiths. And she is proud.

Leigh takes the position for the pictures, and click, click, click it is done. "Damn that's hot!" is all that is said, and by Donna, who is sporting some very stiff nipples.

The dresses simply are too big for Toneeyah, but they finally find one in the back closet that they can make work. Elmore lines up in front of her, Dashuan behind her, and Leigh objects "That isn't the way it happened. Dashaun didn't fuck her, Elmore did. And a tremendous achievement it was too. I know, I was there. I licked her clit the whole time."

"Bragging much?" Cayla taunts.

"Y'all shut the fuck up! These pictures are promises, not usually established fact. They were used for blackmail in the early days, and later for the Smith's to jill off to during their training. But Leigh is correct, Elmore should be in her twat, and Dashaun in her mouth. These are going to be very famous pictures around here." Donna says brightly as Toneeyah blushes, another part of her sand castle washed out to sea. Everyone would see, everyone would know, suddenly Toneeyah felt an even greater kinship with her fellow Smiths, all of the shame and the lust and the hopefulness mixing together. She is beginning to like what Elmore did to her more and more.

Click, click, click, and the new badges are printed, a close up of their faces sucking black cock, on the back pictures of them sucking off their bulls and getting fucked last night. Their full name is in big bold letter on the front, on the back in small print it says their name, then 'Service Member In Training for Hospitality', 'In Good Standing', 'Mouth and Cunt', 'Fucked and Licked*', 'Property of Elmore', or in Leigh's case, 'Property of Dashaun'"

"Smiths Leigh, Cayla, and Toneeyah, please step on the scale on your way out to the lockers to take care of your belongings. Leave the door to the hall open so that the rest of Monday Night's recruits can be processed correctly." Smith Donna says firmly, but Toneeyah knew there is a dig in there meant just for her.

"Smiths, after your belongings are taken care of, present standing in the fuck room, using the new standard presentation as demonstrated by Smith Toneeyah. Dismissed." Elmore commands.



Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory Pt. 02



Interracial - Big Black Cock slut army

White girls are trained to fuck big black cocks

Author's notes: Warning! This is an interracial story. If you need to give a lecture about faithfulness or STDs, give it to your own wife. Also, the premise of this story accepts reincarnation and karma as fact. If this offends your religious sensibilities, move along. Finally, people were just crueler 200 years ago, its a historical fact, get over it. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.

If you have not read "Mandingo Night", "Mandingo Night: BBC Blowjob Rebellion", and "Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory Part 1" you probably will not have as much fun reading this story.

*****

This story is about a pair of pair of souls, trapped in the karma they created with each other: Leigh Samuels is a big titted blonde who was Lee Smith, Cayla Daniels is a tight bodied dark haired walking wet dream who was Cain Dalbert; both of them plantation owners in their former lives who used their slaves as they saw fit. Dashaun is a big black man who was Danisha, Marcus is a smaller, sleeker black man with a longer cock who was Mishana; both of them were the slaves of the plantation owners in their former lives. Also Tony was Thomas, once upon a time, and he remains a meddling cousin. Today's lesson is about where you do unto others.

Toneeyah goes to the members area, but her locker is empty and locked with a key lock - not the way things are done around here at all! She hustles back to the Smiths locker room, finding it is standing room only - filled with naked, nervous women, and the smell of hot pussy is overwhelming. It takes her a while to find her locker, down in the far bottom right corner, the lowest place possible. It has a glossy picture of her, Leigh between her legs, dripping cum from her sweet blonde pussy, as Elmore's huge cock reaches bottom in Toneeyah and her nipples are so stiff it looks like they will burst. But the true gift of the 5x7 photo is her perfect face, caught at the beginning of her cunt scream. She puts it in her locker, seeing her Brooks Brothers suit still there, and knows everything is right with the world. Another part of her sandcastle washed away, and she doesn't miss it at all.

Entering the fuck room she sees members lined up on each wall, massage tables in front of them, and a row of around a dozen plush chairs in front of the window. The curtain is still closed, but four other Smiths are lined up on the mats between her and Cayla, Leigh obviously got there first. 'So eager, that beaver' she thinks to herself. She does the now standard presentation, stands, and waits for Donna to efficiently process the rest of the Monday night Smiths. Carl comes in and talks with Elmore, they speak softly and quietly up front, in which Carl does a lot of nodding and shaking of his head, smiling the whole time. Carl walks halfway back, to where he is just between the chairs and the Smiths, then loudly says "Smith Toneeyah, present kneeling and suck my cock." She sashays over, doing her best to copy what Mandy had done in front of her that morning. Rubbing her legs with her hands as she spreads them, her milk chocolate thighs in stark contrast to Carl's coal black skin, slowly draws her hands up her thighs. She opens her pussy for his intent gaze, teasing her clit just a moment longer than Mandy had, then spreading her fingers wide she caresses her bush, slowly drawing them up over her stomach to her firm breasts, yanking hard and pinching her nipples. Finally kneeling, she takes his half hard coal black mambo between her petite ruby red lips. One hand goes to work on his shaft, the other a blur on her own pussy, as she figures she better be wet. As a Smith, he can use her however he pleases, something to remember in how she treats others, she notes and files for later. With his big black cock up there in Elmore size territory, she figures she better be wet for whatever is coming, and she has no idea how soon. She teases him, sucking him slowly, clearly wanting to take her time with him. This is no two minute drill, it is the all day sucker she had commanded Mandy to perform. Mandy really did do a great job of that after Toneeyah threatened to whip her, Larry had certainly fallen in love with her, just like Toneeyah is falling in love with Carl's huge snake. His knob has a deeper ridge around the edge than Elmore's, and delighted at exploring this new toy, she starts speeding up her oral caresses.

Speaking softly as she sucks his cock Carl tells her "Oh, God Sweet Jesus! I must have been a very good boy to have your perfect face on the tip of my cock. Don't try to take any more, just know I am eternally grateful for this moment... Oh God, I think I want to have Elmore's baby right now... That's didn't come out quite the way it sounded in my head. Oh, damn, you are doing that corkscrew mop wringer thing. Fuck! Slow up, I need to talk to you. That's it baby, suck me slow. I may never wank my crank again without spanking it to this memory. All right, Elmore says we have kind of a special situation. You were there for last night, and he wants the blowjob room run precisely the same way. I'm not exactly leadership material, plus I wasn't there. So he gave me this option to give to you. You can be a Smith for the rest of the night, and God knows what I might do to you. He will then find another way to make this work. Or, and I think this is the option he really wants, you become Teacher again for the rest of the night and use what you learned last night to really make the blowjob hum. I of course would have to serve your every whim. God, you're not gonna like stick things up my ass, you guys didn't do that, right? Spank my left cheek for yes if you did it, right cheek for no if you didn't. Good, I like that answer. So final answer, do you want to go back to being teacher for tonight? Spank yes or no and leave your hand in place for Elmore to see it. Good, I like that answer."

"Smith Toneeyah, your blowjob skills are insufficient to make me cum. Follow me back to be re-educated." Carl says loudly, as she kneels again in parade rest, then stands and follows him out into the hall. Once out in the hall, she says, "Carl, stop. Kneel. Lick my nappy dugout while I talk to you. I'm going to fuck you and suck you all night tonight Carl. Oh, that's good pussy licking. You're a good boy. But I have to warn you about something. There is a little trick my momma showed me at her whorehouse, for tricks who want to take too much time before they come. If you don't cum quickly for me tonight Carl, you're going to find out all about momma's little trick. All I will say is it involves my thumbs and your ass. God knows what I might do to you. Now follow me to the blowjob room, honey, where I can get an audience while sucking off your magical big black cock." Toneeyah giggles all the way down the hall, towing Carl by his big black magical cock.

Elmore turns to size up the fuck room. Wall to wall Smiths, two deep. Two walls of bulls. A curtain that had just opened. One hundred and fifty hot horny women, joined by as close to a hundred and fifty members as they could muster, the limit decreed by the fire marshal. Those women need to see their deepest desires brought to life on his side of the window, unable to do little more than rub off while they watch. Playtime!

Elmore wonders how Toneeyah is doing in the blowjob theater to his right, or how Denali is doing in the assfucking theater to his left. Far to the left Kitten is running the group room tonight. All very capable teachers, all at the top of their game. Time to give his audience something to see.

"Smiths, attend! Front row starting with Leigh, move to be directly across a massage table from the bull closest to the window, who does not have a Smith across from him. You will lay face down on the table. In the middle. You will roll onto your back. You will drop your head off the edge of the table to make a straight line down your throat for his cock. You will beg your bull to suck his cock. You will make it sound sweet, hot, and inviting, or dirty enough to get him interested, whatever works. Then you will suck as much of his cock down your throat as you can. You will not laugh at his balls bouncing on your forehead." Elmore pauses to glare at his Smiths.

"These men are well hung. You will no doubt trigger a gag reflex. You must learn to push through it, and breathe through your nose. If you cannot breathe through your nose, one will be provided for you. Good girl Stacy, we are here to laugh and have fun together, this isn't a chore like fucking that small cocked husband of yours. If you can reach getting that nose all the way to his balls, raise your left hand until I see you and call out your name. Then return to sucking him off, in slow, loving strokes. You can begin using your hands on him then. Do your best to make him come as quickly as possible while as deep as possible in your throat. Then raise your right hand until I see you and call out your name." Elmore teases his flock of recruits.

"Bulls, when you have cum, raise your right hand. You will then move to an open chair on my left. If there are no open chairs, then you will stand behind a chair until it becomes open. Smiths, you will go to the chair closest to where I am standing right now, on the right side. You will wait for a bull to arrive. When a bull arrives, you will mount him, facing the window, so that all your friends and neighbors can see that you are a slut for any big black cock. You will take his cock all the way to the balls, if you cannot do so in a couple of strokes, you will raise both your hands. Smiths, if you are standing and waiting for a bull, and one of your fellow Smiths is already riding one? What do you do? Right again Stacy, you HELP HER OUT BY LICKING HER OUT. When he cums inside her, clean them off, and you get the next bull in that chair. Pretty simple, two Smiths, one bull, make him cum." Elmore explains.

"Bulls, when you have cum, if there are any Smiths on a massage table, you may fuck her or have her suck you off. Smiths, after you have made your bull cum in a chair, you get to go back to the massage table and take a nice little cocksucking nap, which as it turns out, leaves your pussy exposed for a big black cock to fill. Two bulls, one Smith, everybody is happy. Let's begin." Elmore encourages everyone.

Leigh moves to the massage table, lays down on it, rolls over on her back, and starts her seduction. "Hey there! You have a lovely big black cock. Oh, baby, makes my mouth water and my pussy wet just looking at it. Could I please suck it? If I make you cum in my throat, will you save yourself for me and fuck me too? I couldn't stand a cock that doesn't measure up to yours...mfph!" she says as she rubs her clit, ending up closing her eyes so the arrival of the cock in her mouth is a little bit of a surprise. But she relaxes her throat and slides him down to the balls, then forgets which hand she is supposed to raise. So she guesses and raises her left hand, gliding down the shaft of a nine or ten inch cock until she hits bottom again. "That's it. Balls deep baby. Suck that cock like you know you want to, baby." he encourages her. He has a thick knob, less of a shaft, and she enjoys having him in her throat. Remembering she is going to be fucked soon, she resumes rubbing her clit with her left hand, as her right hand fondles his balls. He has pretty good sized ones, in a fuzzy nut sack, which she gets a real close up view of as it bounces on her forehead. She wants to make him sweat and lick the sweat off his balls, if they have time.

"I see you Smith Leigh!" Elmore calls out proudly. Leigh swallows along the length, a little trick Cayla taught her after cheerleading practice years ago, as his hands find her nipples and start teasing them. He is very gentle and she wants to swallow his cum, not even knowing his name. Freed to make him cum, she pulls him almost all the way out so her tongue can get to the tip of his knob, taste the pre-cum, then deep throat him completely again.

Leigh starts working on the two minute drills, using her tongue on the balls, not finding any sweat yet, her hands on the exposed shaft, then playing with the flat ridge of his mushroom cockhead in her mouth, working her way back down. He tweaks her nipples harder, then really hard as she speeds up, forcing her to slow down without even saying anything. She finally plants her nails on his firm ass cheeks and starts digging in, forcing him forward, forcing him to fuck her mouth faster, forcing him to cum, bouncing balls be damned. Spurt after spurt vanishes down her throat, as he says "Damn! You've got MAD skills baby!" They raise their right arms until Elmore calls out "Good job, Smith Leigh!"

When she gets to the chairs, she sees Cayla in first position, and she is all the way down in fifth. There are still a couple of chairs between hers and the ones occupied by bulls. Then her bull arrives. He has a longer, meatier cock, which she easily takes balls deep in a single stroke, after the massive fuckstick Elmore plunged into her last night three different times, finally leaving who knows how much cum still dripping from her womb tonight. She raises her left arm, signaling he is inside her. After a moment, she realizes this same bull probably fucked her last night too, just like the rest of them. Last night she became a black cock gangbang slut, and she is never going back. Leigh loves reverse cowgirl, and she starts rubbing her hips forward and backwards. She begins flicking her clit with her free hand, while waiting for Elmore to acknowledge her. Her bull caresses her full breasts, spinning his fingertips on the tips of her nipples, sending ripples of pleasure up and down her spine. Elmore calls out "I see you balls deep Smith Leigh", and she cums, as if Elmore gave her permission. She knows Dashaun is here somewhere, being sucked, being fucked by other women. She wants to go to him, share this, share her mouth on their joining like she shared with Toneeyah and Elmore last night, and she is cumming again. The waves get shorter between peaks, and soon her bull is climaxing inside her. They raise their arms and Elmore calls out "I see you Smith Leigh!"

She stands up, bends over, and deep throats his cock clean. The learning for her is over now, she thinks. Time for a nice blowjob nap, where she can have some fun.

Cayla drew the short straw, she thinks to herself. Only about eight inches, not much of a challenge for her. She ripples her throat, swallowing his cock to "I see you Smith Cayla", quickly followed by another "Good job, Smith Cayla!". Not long, not long lasting, although to be honest, he is almost twice the size of her previous white boyfriends. Perhaps he would be cumming all night long, while the others have no jism left. His big balls say that is true. She is sad she doesn't get to taste his cum, having completely bypassed her taste buds being down her throat and all. She is surprised to find she is the first one done. She sees Leigh stand several chairs away, and is shocked, because she always thinks Leigh will be right next to her, she is every bit as good in bed. Maybe her bull was a flop, she guesses, or more likely, she just enjoyed it and drew it out as long as she could, the slut. Leigh starts fucking her new guy in the chair and then a familiar voice says "Hello, beautiful." 

Dashaun! She practically throws him into the chair and slides his full length into her, raising her left hand, turning back to kiss him as his hands find her nipples then start tweaking them - hard! Her hips are thrusting along the full length of his glorious foot long big black shaft and she is chanting "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" over and over as the climaxes roll through her. Leigh walks past, looking at her like she has betrayed her. 'You Fucking Slut, grabbing my bull!' she can practically hear Leigh's thoughts. Cayla clenches down on Dashaun as she knows every one of these bulls has already fucked both of them, even Marcus, but she couldn't remember exactly when. She is a black cock gangbang slut, in public, even if she can't remember who did what to whom when. Her orgasms blast through her, rippling her hips, clenching her cunt walls, so Cayla has no time for social niceties. She is getting fucked by a cock she knows and loves and she is in heaven. 

It is said that a stiff cock has no conscience, nor does a wet cunt, much less the two of them together. That is certainly true for Cayla right then. "Fuck all of us sluts with every one of your big black cocks, and thank you so very much for fucking me Dashaun!" she screams at the top of her lungs as they climax together, spurt after spurt of thick cum boiling out of his thrusting hips deep inside of her, in her spunk collection. Her hips keep on thrusting, she doesn't want this ride to be over and her climaxes keep cumming, telling her that it isn't. But Dashaun lifts her right arm with his, even as his left arm tweaks her nipples hard, keeping the roller coaster going until Elmore sees them and the roller coaster ride of orgasms is finally over. She stands up, deep throats his cock clean, then licks his balls, finally finding the sweet sweat she craved earlier, mixed with blobs of cum and her own juices. When he at last has no visible traces of her fucking him, she heads off for the massage tables.

Leigh is on the massage table, slowly sucking a nice nine inch cock, which by her new standards after experiencing Mandingo Night, is somewhat small, but nice and thick. Then something is being pushed into her, that makes her pussy wet instantly. It stretches the walls of her cunt and she wants to see, but can't. She is still impaled on the spike in her throat, as the huge cock keeps going and going deeper into her. She is squirming and humping and whining, but it does not stop, does not slow down. It owns her now, fully and completely. Finally it stops, and she wants to thank whoever is driving it. Then it is pulling out of her, leaving her so very, very empty, as she tries to dig her heels into his ass to stop him.

His huge tip stops at the entrance to her cunt, and she tries to beg him to fuck her, but the cock in her throat - the bastard is laughing at her and she almost bites him it makes her so mad. Then it happens. The massive fuckstick slams into her, all the way in, and it hasn't been all the way in yet before now she realizes. She sees stars. Her pussy ripples in ecstasy while her hips twitch violently and her legs try to drive it even deeper into herself as she begins wailing around the meat in her mouth. Time seems to stop for her. The massive tool gives her no quarter, dragging her cunt walls with it wherever it goes: all the way in, all the way out, half in, half out, three quarters in, three quarters out; then in patterns her mind can no longer make sense of, as she fades from existence, replaced by a twitching orgasmic blob. Let Cayla have her true bull, she has hers. Elmore is fucking her as she has never been fucked before. She shared the threesome with Elmore last night, and tonight here he is in another, fucking her senseless with well hung man after man climaxing in her throat. Elmore makes her eat cunt for him. 'Elmore never made Cayla eat cunt for him', she thinks, forgetting completely about last night. Elmore fucks her. 'Elmore never fucked Cayla', she thinks, again forgetting completely about last night. Elmore loves her with his magical cock!

Elmore fucks her hard. He is so very happy she's given herself to them, and they are going to fuck her well and truly, for the rest of her life. Not as tight as Toneeyah, but he has never been in a cunt as tight as Toneeyah. Leigh is a bit too obsessed with Cayla, they are like jealous lovers and he will have to fix that. Maybe a weekend with Carl, fucking the two of them together while they let out their lezzie love and collect fresh blobs of man love to lick out. Then he notices she is snoring. Three or four guys have cum down her throat since he arrived, and she was cumming hard the entire time. Finally passed out. Good girl. Sweet dreams. He left to find Stacy and thank her for being a good girl too.




Mandingo Night: BBC Fuck Factory Pt. 02



Stacy is huffing and puffing around a big thick prick, maybe an inch or two shorter than his own, just as thick. He slides between her legs, pulling the slim blonde built on a very similar body plan to Cayla's just a little bit closer to the edge, as he starts pushing the plum sized tip into her tight twat. She wraps her legs around him quickly, trying to drive her invader deeper into her, and if she was wearing the fuck me heels she had on when she arrived, it would have made a difference. Elmore just fucks her slowly in response. Her body relaxes, her hips twitch, and she starts having orgasms. He starts fingering her clit like little kids ringing a doorbell, but she will never want to quit answering the door, welcoming the orgasms to cum inside her. It leads to deeper and more intense orgasms, flashes of white light blasting into her. She is actually giving a much better blowjob, relaxing her throat and taking the whole length of the massive member on the other side. The guy in her mouth is playing with her small tits, flicking the nipples in exactly opposite cadence to Elmore's flicking her clit, and it is like an erotic game of ping pong, as they bounce her orgasms back from side to side.

"Switch?" Ty asks him casually, reminding him of Kareem Abdul-Jabbar, and Tyrone looks like a basketball player, very tall and thin, but with muscles.

"Only if we both keep fucking her the rest of the night, no matter who cums where." Elmore offers.

"Deal." Ty answers.

"You should pull out and stand over here. I don't want to interrupt her bliss, and she needs a cock like ours in her to keep that going." Elmore suggests.

"Right on dude! Always make the ladies happy, and they will always make you happy!" Ty says enthusiastically.

"1-2-3 Now!" Elmore pulls out, and Ty slides in. Elmore hustles around and slides into her mouth. She takes his full length easily now, and they get back into their fuck rhythm. He starts alternating twisting her nipples and flicking them, noticing it produces twitches in her hips. He likes twitches.

"What's up with the XO, heard she did something bad, ended up your Smith?" Ty asks, curious.

"While I am indeed her bull, as a Smith, she belongs to all of us. Come to think of it, a weekend with her and this one between our dicks sounds like just what these Smiths should be ordered to do." Elmore chuckles.

"Say the word, my man, say the word." Ty offers.

"My other Smith is just as talented. Built just like this one. Gotta settle a score between her and Dashaun's Smith - and I don't even know what it is. Need to thank Carl for some favors he's done for me. Same basic plan, take them home for the weekend, have them lez out on each other while fucking the stuffing out of them. They are a kinky pair of sluts, I think they may need some DP and airtight action before they can sort it out between them." Elmore suggests.

"Man, I wish you'd stopped a couple sentences back." Ty says.

"Why?" Elmore asks.

"Because the reason I went all 'Chatty Cathy' on you is I find talking helps me keep from cumming, and well, your little speech there was just too long. You didn't even notice I busted a nut in her while you were yapping." Ty explains.

"Switch?" Elmore offers, pulling out of Stacy's mouth to a moan of displeasure.

"1-2-3 Now!" Ty pulls out, and Elmore slides in, feeling the boiling hot jism of another well hung black man inside a tight hot twat, remembering fondly how Gladys had taught him to love that feeling.

"You know, I never understood the Bertha and Gladys thing." Ty says softly, knowing he is treading on sacred ground.

"It is what it is. They loved each other, I still love them with all my heart." Elmore says softly.

"No man, that isn't what I meant. You married Bertha, after Gladys passed. This could have been all yours, no offense." Ty says as gently as he can.

"Doesn't work that way. Mother Goddess, she gives love. To make this work, you can't turn it into a dickfest. It has to be about giving. It has to be about the women getting what they need. Like Stacy here. She is somewhere up in heaven, or nirvana right now, communing with the Mother Goddess. We are only vessels for that. We are the physical vessels that open up her bodies channels so she can be one with the Universe. I get enough pleasure from what they do to me. I don't need to fuck things up by trying to control it."

"Ummm, Elmore?" Ty says.

"Ya, Ty," Elmore answers.

"You shoulda stopped another couple of sentences back." he says as they laugh.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Toneeyah is now teacher again, filling one of the roles she is accustomed to filling, like that of being XO. The new role as a Smith has her off balance, but she has become so much more loving, so much more giving, that she doesn't mind. Tonight she corrects the parts of the training Elmore didn't get quite right when he redesigned the Blowjob room, and she will use the strap-on again tomorrow while 'dictating' to Donna to update the manuals. Before being a Smith, she would have obliterated the cock centered vision Elmore gave them. Now, as a Smith in the grip of black cock fever, she knew why he did it and why they craved it.

"Members along the wall, keep those Johnson's stretched. Smiths at the rear, not in the rear. Anal takes special training, and there will be NO ANAL tonight." Toneeyah looks at Carl beside her, slowly yanking his crank while smiling at her, and she wants so very badly to rescind that order. God knows how her sister Smiths must feel, without getting more than a quick feel and suck of their new bulls. The anal training needs special care, and she decides to call in a specialist. 'Find and corrupt Tessa', the note goes on her mental schedule for tomorrow. She laughs to herself, looking at a room of people who don't get the joke. 'As if that were even possible', she says as she laughs again, and moves on.

"Carl here will work with me tonight. Carl is - as you can see - blessed. If you are lucky enough to have such a bull, know full well that while you may not get him fully in your mouth tonight, you will get the chance to take him balls deep before the hour is up. You will try to make your bull come with your mouth and hands. If you cannot, you will return to the mats to be summoned by another bull. Remember every one of these men has the Goddess given right to take you in any channel, mouth, cunt, or ass. After they have done it, you will gladly beg them all to do it. I know I do." the XO says with a laugh.

"I will demonstrate the techniques you need to master on Carl... So that is the basic set of skills you need to suck a cock properly. Now there are a couple of tricks I have learned that Carl does not want me to teach you, because he can't help himself, can't keep from cumming. If you get deep into your three minute drill, and desperately want to get fucked, here is what you do: take one of your fingertips, and rub it lightly around the edge of his little rosebud..." the XO says as she uses her best blowjob techniques on Carl's massive shaft, his hips bucking as he grunts, filling her mouth, again, then more, then again, then more, with no room left in her mouth it is spit or swallow time. She makes more room by opening her mouth, as Carl continues spurting, again, and again, and again.

"Damn, Carl - your ball juice is sweet! So if that doesn't work, which it clearly did on Carl, you insert just the knuckle, twisting it back and forth like a rusty bolt..." the XO goes on full final minute drill just like Mandy did, as Carl tenses up, fearing the knuckle up his ass. Then her hand comes off, she rims his rosebud, with her fingertip as he moans, then as he relaxes, gently gives him the knuckle, which to her surprise, makes him climax again, and again, and again.

"Smiths, I can't talk with a mouthful of cum, but if you want a taste, or not, I don't care, cum over here and lick it off or stick your tongue in my mouth for just a moment..." Toneeyah has her body licked as they take turns quickly kissing her, she might just ask for this to be her permanent assignment when done with training, she involuntarily giggles.

"Finally, if that doesn't do it, you can insert a finger right up the rosebud, thumbs seem to work best for this, and you can even use both hands. Surprise seems to be important for this to work, and so since Carl knows it is coming, we are going to have to move on." the XO giggles to herself again. 

"You know when we get to the fucking part, there will be no mercy, right? I'm basically going to try to fuck you to death." Carl whispers in her ear.

"Wouldn't have it any other way Carl. Now Smiths, when you make your bull come, he will raise his right hand, and you will go spread your pussy in front of the window, rubbin' your nubbin' to make yourself cum as quickly and as often as possible. If there are two of you, you will face each other sideways to the window, and jill off as you kiss. Bulls will pick their Smith, if her cunt is open, and start fucking. You will need to have climaxed and be completely wet for your bull to fuck you, they are very well hung and they will split tight dry pussies in two. From the scent of this room, I doubt that will be a problem tonight. You will only get to fuck your bull for the length of the three minute drill, then he will move to the next Smith. When a bull comes in you, you will slide forward, and the other Smith will slide under you. You will suck off her bull to clean the cum off quickly and eat her pussy out to clean her out quickly. Both Smiths will lick each others clit while being fucked. HELP HER OUT BY LICKING HER OUT. You are not becoming lesbians, you are simply trying to make her bull cum by telegraphing orgasmic messages from your tongue onto her clit into her cunt to spasm around his cock to make HIM cum. When both Smiths of a pair have made a bull come and cleaned each other out, they will return to the mats to be selected for blowjob training. Bulls, call your Smith, PUT IT IN YOUR MOUTH. Three minute drills, sucking then fucking. Begin." the XO cries out gleefully, tapping her Galaxy Tab to start the automated timer sequence.

She then adds "Carl has dumped so much spunk in my mouth it will take all night to make him cum, even in my tight twat. So the last Smith to make a bull cum with her mouth, will slide under me and proceed as if Carl has just cum in me. Bulls will rotate as usual, and if you make a bull cum while licking out my twat, you will get a special reward."

"Its ON, Bitch!" Carl says as he takes his cock and lines it up with her cunt lips. 

"Bring it on, Bitch, best you've got! I took Elmore's cock balls deep and I can take yours." the XO brags.

"Yeah, Bitch, saw the video down in Security, it's on permanent loop down there. Funny thing is, someone should have taught Elmore how to fuck." he says as he slowly pushes the monster cock inside her, not in a single thrust, but nowhere near as slowly as Elmore. "Yeah, you were right, Bitch, you can take it all. But can you take THIS?" Carl drills a four inch hole in a two inch pussy - hard. Fast hard thrusts, and Toneeyah starts the cunt scream, wailing as her body is well and truly fucked. She has been fingering herself the entire time she was talking to the Smiths and had a hand free, so the lube she needs to survive Carl's cock floods out of the walls of her spasming cunt. Carl does not stop, he does not slow down. A Smith slides under Toneeyah, replacing her fingers with a warm wet tongue, and she is off to the races. Cunt and clit battle to see which can produce a more intense orgasm, feeding off of each other, as the incessant monster cock plunders her depths, leaves her empty, then drills out a four inch core from her flesh. Smith's come and go, time no longer has any meaning for her. She is one with bliss, tasting fresh fishy cream treats as they pass by her lips. 

Carl kept up his training after college, running every day, even competing in marathons. He will not slow down. He will give her no mercy tonight. She touched his ass and made him cum - twice! - in front of everybody. There will be only a wet puddle of cum left when this dishrag is done. Every single Smith is incredibly jealous, not that they missed a single orgasm of their own, but they all now have deeply embedded fantasies of what it will feel like to have Carl's cock fuck them the same way. They've seen the smallest girl in the room take it, they should be able to as well.

Toneeyah thanks God for Carl, and Elmore, and then basically goes on to list all the members by name. That list is somewhere in the filing cabinet of her mind, but all she can do is answer the door, 'Orgasm package for you', 'Thanks!'. Bell rings, answer the door, blast of white light, 'Orgasm for you', 'Thanks!', and so it goes, over and over and over. Somewhere down in her body, far far below, she can feel a mighty phallus boring out the inside of her cunt walls, resizing it to fit, then closing back up to be drilled out all over again. The cunt walls spasm in protest, but it is really more like an orgasm rally, as the fingers on her nubbin keep ringing the doorbell to let the orgasms inside. Sweet fish made of cream dissolve on her tongue, swimming into her belly as she licks and licks and licks. Only T-Mac has ever made her lick more. Her hips are twitching, thrusting, rolling, trying to dodge the big cock splitting her open, only to lodge it deeper inside her with harder, more deliberate thrusts. She is communing with the Mother Goddess, getting wisdom she desperately needs just to survive the single day in front of her. It is often said the Goddess provides, but this is a feast of orgasms that started with a cunt scream last night and isn't repeated tonight simply because it is muffled by a muff. More fishy cream treats!

"C'mon. It's time to go meet the men who have suffered watching you tonight." Carl says as he lifts her up onto jellyfish legs.

"Jesus, Carl, I didn't even know feeling like that was possible! Did you get to cum, baby?" Toneeyah reaches out to stroke his cock.

"Twice. But you were in heaven so events on Earth didn't really register with you. Went out for a burger and a beer too!" he laughs.

"Goddamn, I think you drilled a permanent four inch hole in my twat." the XO laughs. 

"Had some help. Ty and Elmore spelled me some to give me a shot at Stacy. Plus, I needed that beer and that burger. Best put a hand over that hole. You will probably drip cum for a day or two. Most of it is pretty far up inside." Carl chuckles.

"Oh, Jesus Carl, how am I ever going to repay you for your generous gift of love?" Toneeyah says as she leans on him to steady herself as they slow walk towards the members locker room.

"Let me do it again whenever I want. I'm in love with you Toneeyah, just like everybody else. Smitten the instant we see your perfect face. Some stills of your perfect face sucking my cock and fucking tonight wouldn't hurt me none either." Carl suggests.

"WTF do I use to plug up my cunt now, a tennis ball?" Toneeyah wonders.

"I've heard loofahs work." he laughs. SLAP! "See, you're feeling better already!" he laughs again. SLAP! "Ok now, that's enough" he says, grabbing her hands and spinning her around to look at the hot horny men emerging from the members locker room. "Don't you want some fresh meat for that dirty mouth of yours?"

She does not think. She runs to the nearest cock, in full one minute drill mode, as her ravenous big black cock slut horde descends upon the members who served them by seducing and recruiting tonight. Glug-glug-glug, and off to find another. They aren't going to have enough members to train the slut army in mere days. They do have the army itself, growing every day, as has her craving for cock.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Leigh and Cayla are thoroughly fucked by the time closing is announced at 1:45. They shuffle off to their lockers, and join the throng leaving. They get in her Lexus, driving out the service members exit and heading to her apartment in silence. Leigh notes they should have showered before they left, she is going to have to get the car detailed before the stains set in. She pulls into her parking spot, and they get out to bright flashes, which leaves her disoriented.

"Hi cuz." Tony leers.

"Tony? What the hell are you doing here?" Leigh asks, confused.

"Just here to claim what is mine. Well, it is from here on out, that is." Tony says confidently.

"Nothing here that is yours." Cayla says firmly.

"That right? Should have returned my phone calls, cuz. Don't they let you answer the phone when your mouth is on their big black cocks?" Tony pushes harder.

"Don't know what you are talking about. We just got part time jobs working in the club for 12.50 per hour." Leigh responded, knowing full well she would get a 1099 form at the end of the year for her credits for hours of service to the club, while she had to pay 150$ per night for more than three visits per week.

"Yes, people will believe that when I show them the pictures of the well fucked cum guzzling sluts from last night and tonight. A sex club for black men to fuck the shit out of white women and you look like that. People are going to believe your story, uh-huh." Tony sneers.

Remembering Rule #1, Leigh quickly decides her answer, but she asks the question anyway. "What do you want, Tony?"

"From this point on - the two of you are my sluts. Unless, dear Cayla, you want your father - the church deacon - to see these pictures?" Tony threatens.

"Tell you what Tony, get yourself a can of Vienna Sausages tonight, and we will give you everything you want tomorrow night. Ok, baby? In the meantime, Leigh and I are too tired to do anything. Let us rest up, so that we can give you the two of us, servicing your every need. Don't tell anybody else, it will just be our secret." Cayla turns on her charm, wrapping herself around his arm.

Leigh picks up on her cue, rubbing her cleavage over his other arm, "Saying anything, showing those pictures to anybody, that would be bad. We couldn't play at all. But let us rest up, clean up, tomorrow we will give it all to you."

Reaching his hands under their skirts, he finds them just as he suspected, panties lost or in some black guys pocket, as he plunges his fingers into loose pussies dripping with cum. Big Black Cock cum. "You are two dirty little sluts, cunts full of black jizz. Clean them out properly, with a brush or each others tongues, I don't care. But be ready tomorrow night, or I push a button and your world ends." Tony threatens and leaves.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!" The loudspeaker blares, along with a rather annoying klaxon in the background, but it gets her attention.

"Emergency Alert! We are in lockdown!"

"Sorry!?!", Toneeyah says to the already rapidly wilting member, as she runs for the stairs, gliding down the handrails, then runs to security.

At security, she can see cop cars swarming outside, as they provide a very fine response time. But even the security team in their own building had not been quick enough.

"XO, a Smith has been kidnapped at gunpoint," Ben says, deep concern on his face, "and we have lost track of the vehicle that took her".

She is raising an army to bring more love into the world, but the armies of hate are already at her door, forcing her to make choices between different flavors of destructive hate. She feels sick inside, and she does not yet know the full story.



Mandingo Night



"Wha-wha-What?" Leigh's hot thoughts of giving herself to Dashaun, just like she would have given herself to Shemar Moore, skitters off into the ditch.

"That's right, baby. The clothes stay on tonight. Until you have paid for your membership fee, we are on this side of the glass. Tomorrow, I go to work in the blowjob training room, and if it isn't you, maybe Cayla will be there for me." Dashaun taunts.

"I'll do it right the fuck now. How much is the fee?" Leigh struggles to pull free to go back through security.

"Won't help to struggle. The fee is 1000$ cash only. And even if you had that in your purse, they don't process new recruits except between 6 and 7pm." Dashaun soothes as he fondles her breasts, kissing her neck.

"Besides, we can do this tonight." Dashaun says as his right hand goes down under her hem like a moisture seeking missile, right under the panties, to find her hot wet pussy lips open and encouraging. His fingers continue on, right up into her tight channel, as his thumb starts to flick her clit. His left hand starts pinching her nipples, as her hips roll in greeting to his soft wide lips and tongue imbued with the god of snakes penetrating her mouth.

"Is it true?" Cayla asks, "I can't pay off the bet until tomorrow? And then I have to pay a grand for the privilege of doing it naked in front of whoever is here watching?" she says in between panting from being so close to cumming.

"Oh baby, I know it's twisted, but we have tonight to get to know each other. I miss your sweet lips when they don't kiss me, and you can feel how much my cock wants to meet them!" Marcus soothes, then turns the knife even deeper. "You know, it won't be just me. The teacher will probably make you do Dashaun too, just to make sure you can handle someone that thick."

"He's bigger than you?" she asks eagerly.

Running his left hand up her back, he deftly unsnaps her bra, then his hand darts around to start tweaking her B sting conical tits, nipple by nipple, as his right hand slides down inside her panties to cup her ass, almost copping a feel of his own hard cock before it too darts around her front, still inside her panties, to literally give her the finger. His thumb curls back up to finger her clit as he brags "In my first line to you, I was inside your panties. Then I fucked your mind - hard. Now I'm inside you, and you never want me to stop."

"No please - don't ever stop." Cayla begs.

"Dashaun's cock is thicker than mine. My cock is longer than his. And if you beg me to let you suck us both I'll make sure that happens tomorrow night after you pay for the privilege. But make sure you do it right, because the teacher will make you eat her out until you do." Marcus grins as he fucks her mind hard once again. Cayla grunts and groans as her hips thrust in frantic spasms and then she is a rag doll draped over the rail, and Marcus's hand is full of her goo. He thinks about where to put it, then laughs as he wipes it over her breasts. The smell of hot pussy right under her nose the rest of the night - this is going to be fun!

Reaching back to grab Dashaun's cock, Leigh found it is as thick as her wrist, and twice the length of any cock she has ever felt inside her. 'What would it feel like inside me?' she asks herself, to her own hips bucking, going bang-bang-bang against the rail, coming so hard she too passes out and drapes over the rail. Dashaun takes his hand full of goo and fondles Cayla's tits thoroughly. The scent of her best friend would do her libido some good, he chuckles.

"So is our work here done? Do we go find some hot new bitches?" Marcus gloats.

"The sign says there aren't any. It's Monday night, fool." Dashaun taunts back, pointing to the "Now Serving" sign above the door. "Besides, you know they won't let new ones in unless they can have that special one on one attention."

"Not gonna find hotter bitches nohow." Marcus observes.

"True dat. Just sorry I won't be the first black cock inside her pussy." Dashaun sighs wistfully.

"At least we will get their membership services fees." Marcus observes.

"Nice bonus, that. Especially when they reach the higher levels." Dashaun hoped.

The girls start to come around, and Dashaun suggests they go back up to the lounge. "But we are having fun HERE." Cayla objects.

"There's fun to be had upstairs too. Let the bad boy show you how." Marcus urges.

Walking back into the trailer, Leigh starts to notice things she never noticed before. Maybe she didn't look, maybe it wasn't happening then, she told herself. But now she saw it, with her own eyes. Couples slow dancing, each with a hand in the other's crotch. Security came by and shone the flashlight at where they are joined, but it reveals nothing but cloth. One woman at a table has her panties down to her knees, to give her partner easy access, he roughly pulled her up, pulled up her dress, and shines his flashlight to spotlight her pussy.

"Is this what you wanted everybody to see? Your hot wet pussy? How hot you get rubbing and begging for black cock? We'll, now we've all seen it! Now pay for the privilege, or cover up. Next time I catch you in here with your pussy out of your panties, I'll ban you for life." he says coldly to gasps from the crowd.

"God, if he only said he would have fucked me first I would have done it." Cayla wistfully observes, then we all laugh. We sit at one of the empty tables.

"So what's up with the lame refreshments?" Leigh asks.

"They symbolize what you get on this side. You get to suck on little weenies. Your sex is tame white bread sex. If you are starving, it's better than nothing. But nothing like the rich deeply satisfying chocolate you get on the other side." Dashaun chuckles.

"So what's up with the Dr. Pepper?" Cayla asks.

"The First Teacher - Gladys, God rest her soul - she was a nurse, and she liked horrible, horrible puns. So she wanted to put white women in their place. A place where they could crave putting a Dark Doctors Pecker in their mouth all night long and still want to beg for it!" Marcus says as they laugh.

"So do you guys work all week long?" Leigh asks.

"Five days on, two days off, just like everyone else. Hey, want to switch it up?" Dashaun answers and asks.

"Sure!" Marcus says enthusiastically, pulling Leigh to her feet. His hand on her back guides her out to the dance floor, as Dashaun takes Cayla to the far side.

Leigh caught it right away. "Are you splitting us up on purpose?" she accuses.

"Got that straight bitch. Don't struggle, Dashaun's doing the exact same thing to her right at this very moment." Marcus says as he turns her to see for herself. His left arm holds her waist tightly, his right hand grasps her tit firmly.

"I think you should let go. I think I want to leave." Leigh objects.

"I think you should go too bitch. That way Dashaun and I can double team Cayla all through her training. Her hot mouth that used to make your pussy come - well that will be off limits for her once you leave and get banned for life. No sex outside the club members, rule #1". Marcus says coldly.

"Are you really that cold and unfeeling a bastard?" Leigh wonders aloud.

"I am a bastard, just like my Daddy. My family tends to fuck other people's women. Un-feeling? Feel this, bitch." He takes Leigh's hand and roughly shoves it down his pants.

"Think about that chocolate fuckstick in your tight little pussy, and you will never think of me coldly again." Marcus observes as her resistance melts.

"As I was saying, the club has rules. Rule #2, blacks are members, and white's service members. Cayla came twice tonight imagining going down on a black woman. But she will have to service the men, just like you will have to service the women. If that's a deal breaker for you, then there's the door." Marcus points emphatically.

"It's hardly a deal breaker for either one of us, which you would know if you were a better judge of women." Leigh relaxes, as she fondles his cock and balls, both twice the size of anything she's had in her hands before, slick with sweat and precum. 'What would it feel like inside me? Inquiring minds (and overheated pussies) want to know' she thinks to herself.

"I'm a great judge of women. I picked you and Dashaun picked Cayla, when you were trying to talk over the cashier. Poor Elmore. You're going to enjoy fucking his 14 inch cock, takes him forever to blast a load. That brings me to Rule #3. You refuse to service a member, and you get banned for life. From this point on, in your soul, you know you are black owned. The question is if you have the courage to live it. Dashaun picked Cayla because he didn't think you had the courage to say 'Fuck the World' and live life like you want to, but he knew Cayla would. I believe in you, and I want you to make Dashaun believe in you too." Marcus kisses her deeply, his lips surprisingly soft, his tongue just as insistent and gifted as Dashaun's. His fingers find her channel, slick and open, then reverse, as his thick thumb plunges into her seam, his fingers making 'cum hither' motions across her slit. 

She is crazy with desire as she realizes his cock is longer than Dashaun's, and it would be perfect up her tight arse while Elmore fills her pussy and Dashaun her throat. White hot, the image is engraved in her memory, tattooed onto her clit by Marcuses fingers, as her pussy throbs on his fingers. It is a titanic climax, leaving her knees shaking, but for the first time that night, leaving her standing. Marcus starts bucking his hips, and she realizes she has actually jerked him off and the cum is squirting all over her arm, her dress, his shirt. Then it is like a wave, she can hear grunting and thrusting and everybody is getting off. Dashaun and Cayla are holding each other like lovers, slow dancing to Marvin Gaye's message of 'Sexual Healing' playing softly in the background.

"What do I have to do?" Leigh says softly, as Marcus holds her close.

"God, you don't have to do anything, you're wonderful." he gushes.

"No, I mean about Dashaun." Leigh corrects.

"Oh, that. Go to him. Cut in. Lick my cum off your arm and lick his cum off his shirt. Kiss him and tell him you are coming back for him tomorrow, and spend the rest of the night stroking his cock so he believes it. Then just before closing, go dance with Cayla. Go kiss her with the taste of our cum in your mouth, and make her come right on the dance floor in front of everybody. That is my first official command. Do it or don't ever come back. I believe in you. Come back for me." Marcus urges.

The room reeks of hot pussy and cum, the fuck fragrances mingling in the air as she crosses the room. Dashaun is holding Cayla by the neck, his long left arm outstretched as her back arches. His right hand is down her panties, pistoning in and out of her pussy in a frantic rhythm no one could mistake. He is not dancing with her, he is hand fucking her with her clothes on. Leigh knows what will make Cayla come, she's been doing it for years. She positions herself behind Cayla, quickly grabbing her stiff nipples and tweaking them hard. Cayla is bucking now, her hips matching every thrust of Dashaun's hand, as she lets out an orgasmic scream "A-i-i-i-yah!". Suddenly Leigh feels like she has revealed too much, betrayed her friend, with all the eyes in her part of the club upon them. Dashaun pulls them close as Security arrives.

"Everything cool here? I heard somebody scream." he says, flashing the flashlight throughout the crowd.

"That was me. I got a little over excited when my friend startled me." Cayla says smoothly.

"Good, good. Now miss -" he points the light point blank at Leigh's face, "don't you be twisting your friend's titty's off. I know a titty twisting scream when I hear it and that damn sure was one. Don't do it no more tonight. I need to be able to suck on them later this week."

"Yes, sir, I'll be a good girl." Leigh smiles and giggles.

"I doubt that. I doubt that very much. You're as bad as they come missy, and I wanna make you cum so bad I can hardly think straight. So y'all pretend to behave yourselves." he warns playfully.

"God, you're right! Damn, you're hung!" Cayla says as she seeks out his hard shaft between his legs, unzipping his fly to reach inside.

Marcus appears over his shoulder "Carl, I'll spot you at Security, Give me your vest and you can have as many dances as it takes."

Cayla pulls Leigh over to kiss her, guiding her hands down into Carl's pants - one of Leigh's, one of Cayla's, one of Leigh's - with Carl's huge knob still above them. They start fisting his cock slowly, Cayla using her left hand to rub the knob. Carl is longer than Marcus and thicker than Dashaun. Leigh puts a mark on her mental calendar to spend a day worshiping his cock. Carl's hands extend, his thick fingers filling up their tight pussies, as the entire crowd picks up of the huge wave of orgasmic energy they are generating.

Cayla is trying to decide which she would like more, Carl in her mouth, Carl in her pussy, or Carl in her ass. She settles on Marcus in her ass, while Carl fills her pussy, and Dashaun her mouth. Not to leave anyone out, She imagines Elmore grunting into Leigh, filling her with his cum after a marathon fuckfest, while Cayla skillfully guides her friend to orgasm after orgasm, flicking her clit with her fingers and twisting her puffy nipples - hard. She almost climaxes from the fantasy.

Dashaun never leaves the huddle with Leigh and Kayla, simply moving his fingers down their sweet tight asses until he is inside their panties to thrust his fingers into them from behind - until Carl starts putting his greedy fingers into their hot slick twats. Dashaun knows from experience that there isn't going to be room for both of them. Kissing them isn't an option, Carl is joining their kiss, turning it into a threeway. So he does the only thing left to do. His arms tunnel like snakes underneath the dresses, half taking them off because they are skin tight, catching on his elbows, in effect pulling them up to their stomachs, showing off their panties - and Carl's hands inside them - to the crowd. But his real targets are the nipples, and he tweaks them hard.

The orgasm bomb detonates, Carl, Leigh, and Cayla grunting, as everyone else joins them, after having watched the buildup as they stroke each other off. Leigh jerks, and Carl's cock comes right out of his boxers, spraying come all over her dress, Cayla's dress, Carl's shirt and pants. Leigh thinks to herself 'This dress will never come clean', closely followed by 'I'm never going to clean this dress!'.

Carl says "Oh, shit! I've got to change." to which Leigh replies "I'll help."

Carl ducks into the men's room, after grabbing his change of clothes from his locker, Leigh follows him inside.

"No funny business. I change. I replace Marcus." Carl says sternly.

"I'm just here to collect your clothes so we can clean them for you." Leigh soothes. She is just as glad he did it quickly, as his body - except for that magnificent cock - didn't turn her on at all.

"Here. Go." Carl says brusquely.

Leigh took the pants, and put them in Cayla's locker. She then put the shirt - with most of the cum on it - in her locker. She double checks the sizes, because she is going to have to buy new ones. Carl is never getting these back!

Sauntering back, she sees Marcus and Dashaun sandwiching Kayla, as she dances with them, hands in their pants, her panties still on display. Dashaun is kissing Cayla, as Marcus rubs his cock through his thin pants on her panty clad ass. Made Leigh a little sorry she had 'adjusted' her dress on the way to the men's room. But she slid up behind Dashaun and reaches down to slowly fist his cock along with Kayla. This is not what they did to Carl. This is slower, more loving, even deeply caring intimate touching.

Cayla pulls back at the end of the song, turns around then reaches back to pull Dashaun into her rear. She starts kissing Marcus and fisting his cock. Leigh gets the message and slides around behind Marcus, fisting his cock as she pulls up her dress to show off her panties. At the end of the song, Cayla pulls herself out, turns Leigh to face Dashaun, pushing them together, then pushing Marcus into her rear. Cayla then slides behind Dashaun, slowly stroking his cock with Leigh. The remainder of the night, each song, they change it up just like that, Leigh with Dashaun, Marcus on her rear with Cayla and Leigh stroking Dashaun's thick cock, then turning Leigh to Marcus, and stroking his long cock while Dashaun thrust his cock on her panty clad rear. Then it is Cayla with Dashaun, Marcus on her rear with Cayla and Leigh stroking Dashaun's thick cock, then turning Cayla to Marcus, and stroking his long cock while Dashaun thrusts his cock on her panty clad rear.

"1:45, Last call. Make your reservations now." The loudspeaker announced.

"Reservations?" Leigh asks, pulling her tongue out of Marcus's mouth, realizing that all the other couples have doubled up just like they had.

"Yeah, it is a guarantee to hold you a choice spot, like booking a room. Tomorrow at 6pm it is first come, first served, unless you have a reservation." Dashaun answered.

"Then get my panty clad ass to the reservation booth!" Cayla cries out, dragging Dashaun, Marcus, and Leigh hand in hand behind her.

They almost run down the ramp to the cashiers booth, the curtain now pulled back to show the heavily armored teller booth. Elmore greets them warmly "Looks like you girls had a great time."

"We did indeed, we did indeed." Cayla bubbles.

Looking directly at Leigh, Elmore said "Miss, if I told you you have a great pair of tits and a very hot pussy, would you hold it against me?"

Leigh quickly replies "Elmore, I'm looking forward to holding my hot pussy against your throbbing hard cock for as long as it takes for you to cum inside me."

"You know my name! I never told you my name! Boys, have you been telling tales out of school?" he says sternly, looking right at Dashaun and Marcus.

"Yes, sir, we have." they admit shyly.

"That's a serious infraction, young men. Head teacher will hear about it and you both best be ready for a spanking." Elmore scolds them.

"Yes sir." they said softly.

"You do spankings here too?" Cayla says brightly.

"Spank you, whip you, whatever gets you off. But mostly cock worship. Well, the teachers make sure lots of pussy worship goes on too." he says casually.

"That's so hot." Leigh groans involuntarily, as the image of Dashaun whipping her while being 'forced' to service Elmore and Carl at each end makes her very wobbily.

"What was that miss? Want to cancel your reservation?" Elmore laughs.

"HELL NO! Not even if you whipped me!" Leigh thunders back.

"Then I'm going to need your credit card, miss." Elmore says softly.

"Credit card, credit card!" Leigh yells, running to the curtain now blocking off the pathway to security, yanks it aside, and runs to stand in front of Carl, followed by a dozen or so other women.

"May I have access to my locker, kind sir?" Leigh says loudly, as she winks at Carl.

"I don't know miss, you have been a bit of a troublemaker tonight. Are you leaving?" Carl asks playfully, with a wink.

"Oh, no sir. My girlfriend and I are joining. We want full member access and need our credit cards to book a reservation." Leigh says breathlessly.

"You will have to have your girlfriend get her own. Your want access to your own, just be nice to me. Member access starts with security." Carl says playfully, with another wink.

"Why, yes kind sir, it does." Leigh says as she mashes her boobs into his thick arm, his hand touching her flooded cunt through her soaked panties, as she left room for all the other women to see her reach in to unzip his zipper, and grasp his massive fucktool. She kisses him, winks and says softly in his ear "One day I'm going to worship your cock until you make me stop."




Mandingo Night



"Next!" he calls out as he winks at her.

Leigh grabs the card and hurries back to Cayla, facing a row of young, handsome black men grinning from ear to ear. "Carl says you have to get your own credit card. Just be nice to him, like everybody else."

Cayla stares hotly at her "What did you do?"

"Me, I didn't do anything!" Leigh puts up her best 'I'm an angel' face.

"C'mon, bitch. This is Cayla. I know how your pussy wriggles on my tongue when you try to lie to me and tell me you didn't cum! So what did you do?" Cayla demands.

"Well, you are going to have to be VERY nice to Carl to get your card. That's all I'm going to say." Leigh huffs, and turns back to Elmore "You needed my card?"

"Yes ma'am. 1000$ is your reservation deposit, swipe your card, then enter your pin. That's a good girl. Now be here no later than 6pm tomorrow. 5:59, the door opens. 6:01, the door closes and you must wait until the next day. Your reservation is confirmed, you will have second choice." Elmore says warmly.

"But I was here first!" Leigh objects.

"No, another woman made her reservation hours ago, 9:35pm. So just be ready, have the 1000$ cash in a white envelope, and don't wear anything you can't take off quickly. You won't be needing it anyway. Besides, she probably won't choose Marcus or Dashaun. But I can't guarantee it. Next!" Elmore says firmly.

Dashaun takes her back up to the empty lounge, slides both his hands under her panty covered ass and whispers in her ear, even though there is no one else there. "Tonight, you are hot, and you want it. But tomorrow is going to come and the reality of what you are about to do will hit you. Just remember my kiss, my hands on you, how I make you feel. How naughty you were tonight, with Marcus and Carl. How naughty you want to be with me, with Marcus, with Carl, and even Elmore. Touch yourself when you think of these things. Touch yourself and remember how I touch you." The he slides his hands down and around, so that her panties are half off, plunging his thumbs into her cunt, fingering her clit in fast little light touches that has her on the brink of orgasm. Then over, wave after wave of orgasms, as she walks her mind into each of those images and all the others she had fantasized about throughout the night. His thumbs are splitting her open like a cock, and he is in her, he owns her. The room starts filling up as the final overtures are made by each of the men to the women as they dance. Marcus and Cayla rush in, as he quickly gives her his own version of 'the close'. Then Leigh sees Cayla, and pulls her to her, sticking three fingers up her sweet snatch, thumbing her clit, kissing her hard, and tweaking her nipples with her free hand. The men close around them and rub their huge cocks on their tight panty clad asses, as they drift onto a sea of orgasms.

"2 AM Closing time! You don't have to go home but you can't stay here."

Leigh says her goodbye to Dashaun, kissing him as he grabs her ass hard with both hands, taking full possession of it. Cayla kisses Marcus deeply, as he does the same to her. Then they switch, Marcus deep throating Leigh with his tongue while he tweaks her nipples, leaving little twitches in her hips that would plague her the rest of the night. Dashaun simply kisses Cayla softly, wrapping his arms around her, holding her tight.

"C'mon you two troublemakers! Take your hands off their cocks so you can put your mouths on them tomorrow! Get your hot tight asses home and rest up. You're going to need it!"

Leigh and Cayla walk hand in hand to the lockers, and then out into the parking lot to her Lexus. Two cop cars sit on either side of the parking lot, leaving Leigh with a profound feeling of safety. Tomorrow is tomorrow, but at least she has Mandingo Night to remember.



Mandingo Row



A husband wants to know where all the white women in his conservative suburban town really go at night (NOT knitting circles and gin rummy!)

*

Rick's wife Dina goes out nights and doesn't come back until late - looking disheveled. She says she's going to crochet and knitting circles or Tupperware parties or girl movie night or scrapbooking or Oprah book club night. But she always comes back so late and always seems so beat and exhausted, never even saying a word to him, just collapsing asleep. And she often stinks really bad, not taking a shower until the morning after sleeping in a while.

One night he follows her to see what's really going on. She drives through the bad area of town and parks on the street. She walks down a block and down an alley. He doesn't want to be seen, so he stays back and watches from a distance with his binoculars. As he waits he sees lots of other women from his neighborhood - his kids' teacher, Miss Applebottom, their Church organist, the librarian, the cheerleading squad, his wife's sister, their babysitter, etc., etc. He thinks maybe she's telling the truth, after all, it is all women, but why drive so far out of the way to such a risky place?

He falls asleep in the car and is woken up in the morning by a basketball bouncing off his windshield. He's harassed by a bunch of black guys and drives off. Looking down the alley, he sees nothing down there at all.

One day he accidentally finds rumpled up, stained slutty clothes stuffed in her bag she brings with her, instead of yarn and needles. He confronts her and asks what's really going on.

She gives in and says, okay, she'll tell him the truth. But she can't describe it to him, she has to show it to him for him to understand. He says "let's go". She says it's only open at night and there's one other catch - only women are allowed in. But, she says, he's always been a slim, kind of feminine guy, just an inch or two shorter than her and clean-shaven. She says they could take the day to go out and buy him some clothes and he could pass as a woman.

They spend the day shopping for clothes, she makes him try on really slutty stuff, g-strings and crotchless panties, picks out a wig for him, does him in really tacky make-up, pumps, a push-up bra, etc.

That night they head out. She takes him down the back alley, but they don't go into any of the buildings. Then they turn the corner and he's shocked at what he sees. Tons of anonymous black guys lined up in the alley doing all sorts of horrendous things to all the white women from his neighborhood that he saw before.

One woman recognizes Rick's wife and walks over. To Rick's horror, he recognizes her as Peggy, his boss from the bank he works at! He wants to run and hide, certain he'll be recognized, but his wife holds him there. Peggy walks over, kisses Dina and asks who the new girl is that's with her, sizing Rick up lewdly. Dina lies and says Rick (or, as she calls him, "Rachel") is her friend from out of town and that it's her first time. Peggy smiles and says he's a lucky girl and calls Luke over, the ringmaster.

Dina explains to Rick that this is what the ladies call "Mandingo Row" - the black guys call it "Nigga Alley". White women come here to be used and abused in anonymous, dirty, back alley sex. Luke comes over and Dina tells him that this is her "cousin" visiting from out of town and that "she likes it rough". She pushes Rick to his knees and makes him suck Luke's cock until he cums down his throat. 





Mandingos 609



Kelly was a cheerleader when we first met and I thought I was the luckiest guy on the planet to be able to get a girl like her. She's 5'8, blonde, has a nice set of 36C breasts, and a well shaped ass. I on the other hand have a more average body with a disappointing 4.5 inch cock. We've just recently graduated college and we moved into a new condo on the otherside of town. I'm starting my career and first job tomorrow at a big company downtown.

As I got into my new office, I'm greeted by the person next door. His name is James. He's black and has the build of a linebacker. You can tell he works out a lot as his muscles were still easily distinguishable even in his business attire.

"Nice to meet you John." James says to me as he shakes my hand. His grip is very strong and almost painful. I continue working through the day and James comes by my office around 4PM.

"John, want to join me and some of the guys for happy hour when you're all done?" He asks. I ask if Kelly can come as she's been wanting to go and check out this part of town. He said "Sure" and I quickly let Kelly know and invited her out.

When James and I arrived at the bar, I notice Kelly and she quickly came over. I introduce her to James and we walked to the table where James' friends were all sitting. There were a total of five of them including James. They were all black, big, and very in shape. Kelly and I introduce ourselves to them and we begin drinking and having conversations with one another.

After awhile, Kelly excuses herself for the restroom and one of the guys, Steven, asks me a question.

"Nice work John. A nice piece of ass you got there. You think she'd be interested in becoming a member of the group?" Steven asked. 

I was very confused at this moment and didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't know what group he was referring to.

James interrupted, "Haha, no Steven. I work with John and just invited him out to get a beer to get to know him. Didn't know his wife would be joining us too until later on."

Still being confused by Steven's question, Kelly came back and we all continued drinking and talking. Every now and again, I could see one of the guys staring at Kelly which wasn't too much of a concern to me. She looked beautiful tonight and was wearing a tight fitting blouse. I don't think she expected to be the only woman here in the group but she seemed to be fine with it and enjoyed the attention. The night continued on and we all decided that it was getting a little late and headed home.

The next day at work, I remembered what Steven asked me and I brought it up with James to get some clarification.

"Oh, that. Yeah, we all have this group but I can't really talk about it here at work. To tell you the truth, it was a bit odd for Steven to ask you because he knew you were my co-worker. If you really want to know, go to this website and it'll explain everything." James replied while handing me a card with a website address on it. The card was titled, 'Mandingos 609". I didn't think anything of it and I went about my day and completely forgot about the card.

When I got home, Kelly and I had a nice, quiet dinner and decided to spend some quality time together. We pop in a movie and she falls asleep on my lap half way through. I turn off the TV and quietly bring out my laptop and head to the next room so I wouldn't bother her. I remember the card that James gave me and decided to check it out. I go to the website and I was a bit shocked when it loaded. 

It was apparently a porn site and 'Mandingos 609' was the name of a group of black men who fuck white women in front of their husbands. The whole thing was video taped by either the husband or another camera man and there was usually one or two girls and between 5-10 guys, all big and black while taking turns with the women. I should've shutdown the computer then but I was too curious. I combed through the site and I notice that one of the previews had Steven and James in it. I don't know what came over me, but I decided to pay the $20 and subscribe to the site and find out more.

I put in my credit card information into the site and had instant access. I found the event where both James and Steven attended and decided to check out the pictures. There was a woman and who appeared to be her husband, both white, and showed them both clothed and naked. It also showed 5 black guys, including Steven and James, lined up and completely naked. I was shocked to see the size of each of their penises. Both Steven and James' cocks were shown flaccid and were absolutely huge. There was a picture of the husband's cock next to what I thought was James' with the wife comparing them in her hands. My cock looked to be about the same size as the husband's but I was astonished to see James' cock right next to it. Judging by the size, his cock must've been at least 10 inches long and about three times thicker than mine. It also had a big vein going across it and the head was perfectly shaped and big.

The pictures showed the wife in various positions, fucking and sucking each of the black men there. It also showed pictures of the husband sucking one of the black cocks and appeared to be getting it ready for his wife. I ended up taking my cock out and stroking it until I came. I was very turned on seeing the wife take all of those cocks. After I was done, I shutoff the computer and carried my wife to bed.

When I arrived at work and saw James around the office, all I could think about was his huge cock and the white woman he was fucking in those pictures. It also occurred to me that when Steven asked if we'd like to join the group, he was really asking if they could fuck my wife! I had a weird feeling all morning while still being slightly turned on. James finally stopped by my office to chat near the end of the day.

"Hey John, how's it going?" He asks.

"It's going fine." I replied.

"So I was checking our website's accounts and I noticed that you've just become a subscriber. Did you enjoy looking at the pictures and the videos?" He asked. Damnit! I forgot I paid for the website last night. I didn't realize that James could've been one of the people handling the website and seeing all of my information!

"Don't freak out man. It's perfectly natural to be into that kind of stuff." He added after I couldn't answer him. "I'll be around if you want to talk more. Just wanted to say hi."

He left my office and I was completely embarrassed. When he was talking, all I could think about was his massive cock and how the woman in the pictures could ever take it all in. My thoughts started to drift into wondering if my wife could even take something that big inside of her but I tried my best to keep my mind off of it. 

I left the office without talking to any one else. When I got home, I looked around the house for Kelly and finally found her in the study where the computer was at. I went into a complete panic because I don't remember if I cleared my history or not last night! As I approach the desk, Kelly is flashing me a grin and followed by a very devious look. She tells me to sit down next to her.

"So this is the type of thing that gets you off huh?" She says to me. "Your friend James has quite the package."

My heart sank at this moment and as I looked at the screen, she had up the video from the event with the pictures I was looking at last night. The woman was surrounded by black cock, one of which was James', and she was eagerly taking them into all of her holes. I look over to Kelly as the video is playing and I see her staring at the screen with all of the cocks on it in the most lustful manner. I ask Kelly to turn it off and she does, but she then navigates to a different section of the website where there's an application for people to attend one of their events. I plead with her to stop all of this and that I was simply curious at the time, but she said that she wants to at least consider it as our sex life has been a bit bland the past few months. She begins to comfort me and tells me that we could stop at any moment if I didn't feel comfortable. She took my hand and led me into the bedroom and proceeded to have the best sex we've ever had together. All I could think about throughout was seeing my pretty wife get abused by a group of black men. I came harder than I ever have before.

When we finished fucking, Kelly grabs me and leads me back to the study to fill out the application for being a couple for their group. I was really hesitant throughout the application but Kelly seemed to be filling it out as fast as she could. After 1 hour of submitting it, I get a call from James and he tells me to bring my wife to a hotel downtown tomorrow at 9PM. There wasn't very much smalltalk in our conversation but all I could think about was his cock entering my wife.

The next day at work felt like the longest day of my life. Images of my sweet wife being taken by a group of black men continually filled my mind throughout the day. I would find myself getting aroused as I worked. I had to take a break at some point and went into the restroom to rub one out. I didn't see James at all throughout the day until I was just about ready to leave.

"Hey man. Glad you and your wife decided to do this." He tells me and then hands me a bag and instructs me to open it at home. He then left the office and I assumed he was going to get ready for tonight.

When I got home, Kelly was in a very happy mood. She tells me how excited she is for tonight and that she's never done anything like this before. She reassures me that this would be good for our relationship and would spice things up in the bedroom for us. I decided to open James' present with her and inside it was a small chastity cage with a lock on it. There was also a key on a necklace which I assumed would be used with the lock and a note: 

'Put this on for tonight little man. Kelly will wear the key until further instructions.'

How did he know I had a small cock? I was really hesitant to put it on but Kelly convinced me to do it. I could clearly tell that she really wanted to go through with all of this and there was no way to stop her. I put the cage on and Kelly locks it and puts the necklace around her neck. It was a bit uncomfortable at the beginning but after awhile I got used to it. Kelly finishes getting ready she decided to wear a dress and no underwear. The dress was the sluttiest dress I've ever seen: you could see the bottom of her ass cheeks if she bent over slightly and the top portion barely covers the top of her nipples. We get into the car and we head to the hotel downtown where this would all take place. This seemed like my last chance to stop all of this but I couldn't let Kelly down after seeing her so excited.

When we got to the hotel room there were 5 guys. They were all the same people we had drinks with earlier that week and they were each smiling as we went to greet them. Many of them grabbed Kelly's ass as they greeted her with a hug and many of them seemed to flash me a grin as I went to shake their hand. There were two cameras setup and both were pointed at the bed. They asked me to strip while Kelly was allowed to stay in her dress and all of the guys chuckled when they looked down and saw my penis in the cage.

"Don't worry honey, you'll be getting MUCH more cock than what this little guy can give you" said Steven, the guy who invited us to join the group which started this whole thing.

They sat Kelly and I down on the bed and they pointed one of the cameras at us. One of the guys starts to interview us on film and Kelly does most of the talking. She talks about how she went through the computer's history and found the website along with how turned on she was when she saw all of those big black cocks. The camera then zooms in on my penis and Kelly was asked to tell them about our sex life and if I satisfied her. She tells them that I did but she was always curious about trying something bigger. They then ask me to stand off to the side of the room against the wall, get on my knees, and to simply watch everything happen. They said the cock cage could be taken off at home and that was the earliest that I would be allowed to cum.

They put Kelly on her knees on the floor and all of the guys surround her. They tell her to take off each of their pants and suck each person for at least a minute. Steven was the first person to go and Kelly unzips his pants and takes them off along with his underwear. It was still flaccid at this point but Kelly takes it into her hand and it quickly stiffens up. I couldn't believe how big his cock was. Kelly wrapped both of her hands around it and there was still a lot left exposed. It must've been at least 10 inches and very thick. Kelly couldn't even wrap her fingers all the way around it! She opens up her mouth and begins to give Steven the most passionate blowjob I've ever seen her give. We didn't do much oral sex because she's always told me that she didn't like it, but that obviously went out the window as Steven was getting one hell of a treatment. She managed to get about half of it in her mouth and Steven forced another inch in. She let out a choke and he pulled out for a second, but only to quickly shove it back into her mouth. She was able to take it even deeper when he did this as she fought her gag reflex.

"My turn now." Said James.

Kelly then crawls over to James and unzips his pants and lets his monster cock out. It was even bigger than Steven's and just as thick. It had the big vein going across it that I quickly recognized from the pictures and videos I saw earlier. My wife quickly puts it in her mouth and James wastes no time in grabbing the back of her head and face fucking her. She seemed to be having a very hard time with his cock but James just kept forcing more and more down her throat. James eventually picks her up and lays her down on her back onto the bed. He places her where her head hangs off the edge for easy access. He shoves his cock back into her mouth from this position and after some skillful attempts, Kelly was able to take his entire cock in. He picks up the rhythm begins face fucking her in this position while his balls hit her on the face. His entire cock made its way in and out of her throat and Kelly quickly got used to his size. Half way through this onslaught of cock, James looks over to me and gives me a large grin and a thumbs-up.

The other guys each stripped down and surrounded my still-clothed wife on the bed with her head hanging off of it. James finally takes his hard cock from her mouth and lets the others take a turn. At one point, three guys surrounded her face and each began to slap her face with their cocks while taunting her. All my wife could do was lay there and beg for them to shove their cocks into her mouth so she can continue pleasuring them. I couldn't believe that my wife was becoming a whore right in front of my eyes.

After about 30 minutes of facial abuse, James gets on the bed and takes my wife's dress off and reveals a pair of perfect 36C breasts and a completely shaved pussy. He then positions his cock between my wife's legs and looks over to me.

"From this moment on, your wife will only crave black cock. Say goodbye to your wife's pussy little man!" James says to me before sticking the head of his thick cock into her tight pussy. "Man this bitch is tight!" He exclaimed.

Her head is still hanging off the bed at this point and one of the guys was still pumping her throat full of big black cock. You can see she was experiencing some discomfort when adjusting to the shear size of James' thick man meat. Thankfully, James takes his time easing his cock into my wife and after about 5 minutes or so, he finally gets balls deep inside of her. He looks over to me again when his cock was completely inside of my wife and his balls touching her.

"This is how you fuck a bitch." He yells to me. 

He then begins to thrust in and out of my wife while her mouth was still being used by one of the other guys. He pounded her relentlessly and my wife had to take breaks from sucking cock to moan in complete ecstasy. James was fucking her as if he was possessed. Her hips were feeling the full force of his thick muscular frame with each hard thrust. Every time James would get completely inside with his big black cock, my wife would let out a moan that was louder than any time we've had sex together.

"You're hitting spots no one else ever has!" My wife tells James.

"Who does your pussy belong to now bitch?" asked James. 

My wife yelled, "You! My pussy belongs to your big black cock!" 

My heart broke at this moment and I was in complete disarray when James was pounding my wife's used-to-be tight pussy. I was also more aroused than ever before, with my cock wanting to escape the chastity cage and needing release. The more I got turned on, the more it hurt as my cock tried to grow.

James kept pounding away at my wife until the other guys were starting to get verbal about wanting a turn. He finally takes his cock out of her and it's completely covered in her juices. Kelly must've came several times already thanks to James' expert fucking. Steven comes in and quickly picks her up and positions her on all fours. 

"Time for some ass!" He yells out to the camera and all of the guys start cheering him on and laughing. "Ever fuck this bitch's other hole before white boy?" He asks me.

I shake my head 'no' back to him. Kelly and I have never done anal play before and I can't believe her first time was going to be with a group of black men each packing such huge cocks. They take the cameras off the stands and one person begins videotaping my wife's face while the other one is used to shoot Steven as he shoves his thick cock into her virgin hole. Steven waves for me to come over and to spread her cheeks for him as I can watch him very closely take my wife's anal virginity. I put a hand on each cheek and Steven quickly spits on her hole and starts rubbing his cockhead around it.

"This is gonna hurt for a bit but you'll love it after." Steven says to prepare my wife.

He then begins to shove his thick meat into my wife's untouched hole while I have a perfect view of each inch as it penetrates her. You can tell that she was clearly in pain but she was doing nothing to stop it. I can only picture her face when Steven got his entire shaft inside of her but luckily it was all on camera. The cameramen then position the cameras on tripods again and a cock quickly fills her mouth while Steven went to town on her ass. He pushes me away after my wife was used to having his cock in her ass and was told to go back against the wall and watch. He fucked my wife's ass as hard as James' fucked her pussy and her cries of discomfort quickly turned to moaning. At one point she began to cum and she seemed to lose complete control of her body.

"Fuck my white ass!" She begged and Steven responded by shoving his cock even harder against her hole.

After some time, Steven gets out of her ass and she's pulled on top of one of the other men so she could ride him cowgirl-style. Her pussy easily took the new 10 inch cock inside of her thanks to James' stretching her out and she begins bouncing on it and enjoying herself. James comes back around her and sticks his cock inside of her ass in this position while Steven comes to the front of her and makes her suck his cock that just came from her ass. My wife did not hesitate sucking on Steven's cock after it had been in her ass. They each took turns fucking all of my wife's holes. At one point Kelly had a dick in her pussy, mouth, and ass along with one in each hand and stroking them. They rode her like this for what seemed like an eternity and she appeared to be loving every second of it as she screamed in pleasure. The guys were all hi-fiving one another and calling her "slut" and "bitch" throughout the entire fucking. She was being fucked much harder than the wife in the video we watch earlier that week and my sweet, innocent wife was now a black cock whore.




Mandingos 609



Each guy ended up having at least three turns in each of her holes and they eventually told her to get on the floor and kneel down before one of the cameras. She was then quickly surrounded by cocks and they told her to start licking sucking each of their dicks as they get ready to cover her face with cum. Each of the guys kept stroking their cocks while Kelly used her mouth and both hands to pleasure their cocks and balls as much as possible. Steven was the first one to shoot his load. He grabbed my wife's head and forced his cock down her throat as he came. Kelly had no choice but to stop everything she was doing and focus on cock that was cumming down her throat. He finally let go of her when he was finished and she managed to take every last drop of his cum. My wife never let me cum any where near her face and this stranger comes along and cums down her throat. She looked like she enjoyed taking his entire load as she was now a black cock worshiping whore.

I watched as each guy shot a load onto her face, with most of it landing inside her mouth. Kelly swallowed as much cum as she could but some of them were very heavy cummers. James was the last one to shoot and he had Kelly all to himself at the end. Kelly focused on his cock and just worshiped it like nothing I've ever seen. After awhile, he started to shoot his load onto her face and hitting her in the eye, but then quickly shoved his big dick down her throat to finish off. His cock stayed in her mouth for good amount of time and he left it in there long after he came. With his cock still down her throat, James tells her to look up at him and at the camera that was getting all of this on film. He finally removed his cock from her mouth and she made every attempt to lick and kiss it until it was all over. He completely owned her with his cock and you could tell he could do anything to Kelly anytime he wanted from this moment on.

Kelly cleaned up and we got dressed and said goodbye to the guys. When we got home, Kelly finally let me out of the chastity cage but she was too tired to fuck and went straight to bed. I hopped onto the computer and made my way to the website where clips of Kelly getting fucked were already available. I stroked my cock harder than I ever have before and I came within one minute of doing so. I forced myself to watch all of the clips and had to masturbate two more times because of how turned on I was. I finally made my way back to bed after some time and I fell asleep knowing that our lives were going to change drastically from this moment on.



Mandi's Fantasy



Finally my dream is coming true. Tonight at 6 I meet the woman that I have been talking to for 3 weeks. I met her online and her name is Alexis. She is 23, 5'6" 120 pounds, size 38D breasts and hotter then hell. 

To give you some more information on me my name is Mandi, I'm 22 years old and very bi-curious. I'm 5'4" 115 and my breasts are 36C. I have had a boyfriend for 3 years now but I have wanted something else for a long time but never admitted it until I met Alexis. 

I met her online in a lesbian chat room and we hit it off right away. After talking for 2 weeks online we finally agreed to talk on the phone. Well after a week of that, she suggested that we meet. At first I was kind of scared to but then I realized that this could be fun. We both are curious but are scared to be with someone that is more dominant and stuff so we decided to try it with each other. So we have agreed to meet tonight and I can't wait.

6 p.m.

As I pull up into her driveway I get butterflies in my stomach and almost chicken out. Then I realize I have come this far let’s go on with it. I am really excited about meeting her and am getting very wet as I walk up the path to her house. I ring the doorbell and as she opens the door my mouth drops to the floor. 

She opens the door and is wearing a white see threw teddy that is a thong and just looks so hot in it. She grabs me and starts to kiss me hard on the mouth as I wrap my hands around her waist to pull her into me. I can feel her nipples getting very hard as mine do the same thing. 

As she pulls away she smiles and says "hello nice to meet you."

"Hello sexy how are you?"

"Better now that your here."

I grin at her and pull her in for another kiss as I start to rub her nipples through the fabric of the teddy. She starts to unbutton my shirt and pull it off. I'm not wearing a bra so she starts to massage my boobs. Which in turn makes me moan into her mouth. I slip the straps of the teddy down so that I can suck on her nipples, which get harder as I run my tongue over them. 

She pulls me away and leads me into the bedroom where we lay down on her silk covered bed and continue our playing. She slides my pants off to reveal my thong. And I slide the rest of her teddy off her body, including the matching thong. She slides her finger inside me as I do the same to her and I continue kissing her lips and moaning and rocking in rhythm with her fingering me and me fingering her.

I start to convulse as she hits my G-spot. She claps her mouth down on my pussy as she licks and nibbles and sucks away at my clit. I turn her around and do the same thing. I dart my tongue in and out of her pussy making her scream and moan for more as she teases me the same way. 

"You like that don't you baby?" I whisper into her pussy and she moans and bucks against my mouth. 

As an answer she just sucks harder on my clit. In response to that I moan and suck harder on her clit. 

As both of us start cumming I shoot out some cum and she drinks it all up as I do the same for her. I lick up all her cum and she cleans me off. 

Then I turn around and we hold each other till we both fall asleep knowing that later there will be more fun to cum. 



Mandi's Secret



The following short is part of a collaboration between myself and the artist Nacnac. It will be completely reworked to fit the format as a voice-over for one of the artist's upcoming animations, but I've been given permission to release it in this form. 

Look Nacnac up, you won't be disappointed.

Hope you enjoy...

*****

My name is Mandi, and I have a dirty little secret.

I came to at the sound of myself slamming the door behind me. I was alone in my dorm room, with no recollection of what I'd been doing or how I'd gotten there.

I held a heavy book in my hand. My last memory started to come into focus in my confused mind... I'd taken that book, a dusty old tome full of dark forbidden spells, and performed a mystic rite. From there on I couldn't remember a thing!

Looking down, I was very glad to see that the spell had worked; my flat boyish chest was gone, replaced by the novel sight of deep cleavage. My little black tank top struggled to hold what were now my immense gorgeous breasts, which sat high and round against me, so contrasting to my lean and fit body.

"Oh my god, yes! It really worked," I cried. Tossing the book to the floor, I cupped my new tits, my hands unable to contain their voluminous roundness, and hoisted them up. I could feel my nipples, now bold and perky, digging into my fingers. Letting go, they dropped back down against my chest, sustaining a wonderful jiggle. I couldn't wait until the guys got a load of this.

I whipped my tank top off, wanting to get a better look. They were absolutely spectacular, perfect in every way. The spell couldn't have turned out better!

...Or so I thought.

I smoothed my hands over them, feeling a tingle of pleasure at my touch. It was a gentle heat, centred between my legs. I paid no mind, still admiring my chest.

That sensation was increasing though, building in intensity and heat. I was getting hot. Without wasting a moment, I stripped out of my mini skirt, leaving me in just my sheer black leggings and thong panties. 

"Oh god... it feels... I feel strange...!" I clenched my thighs together as pleasure turned to pain. I fell to my knees.

I was suddenly commanded by an impulse to reach down into that burning fire. Somehow I felt I could put it out, the same way I put out all of my unsatisfied temptations... But looking down, I found things were not as I'd left them.

I'd been so distracted by my new tits that I didn't realize what else had changed! At first, I still didn't... I didn't understand what that thick, bulging mass in my panties was. It was just so unexpected. It still burned with need. My hands seemed to know what to do...

I touched it, and the feeling gave way to pleasure. I had to continue.

It started to grow. It was like I'd just thrown a switch, and almost instantly that mass in my panties was expanding, lengthening and stretching my panties even further. There was no mistaking what it was.

"Oh my god...! It's... a cock!"

I fell back against the side of my bed, watching that beast of an appendage increase still. My panties tore away, unable to withstand the pent up force of its growth, and it burst out. It was fucking huge! ...Over a foot long already, it showed no sign of stopping as it gained stiffness and began to rise up.

Throbbing, throbbing... extending and hardening. I was utterly amazed and horrified once it was fully up. I dropped my hands to my sides, staring in disbelief. A foot and a half of me, rock hard and shuddering with power. "Is this thing real...?" It must have been. I could feel its weight, I could see my blood coursing through its powerful looking veins.

Reluctantly I touched it, feeling its hotness against my hand. Hard as steel. "This feels... really good," I said.

I wrapped a hand around my girth, my fingers unable to encircle it, and began to slowly stroke... up and down, travelling the distance. With each pass of my arm my new tits swooped in delicious circles. "This is so wrong," I said... but there was no denying how right it felt.

I rose to my knees, beginning to stroke faster, reaching out to cup the head with my other hand. It was especially sensitive there. With every stroke waves of pleasure ran through it, addictive sensations that begged for me continue, to give it more.

In an animal frustration I began to hump my hips with a futile need as I wrung my two hands along the length repeatedly. A pressure was building, commanding me to persist. I had to keep going, it felt so right! There was no stopping me!

Suddenly like a bolt of lightning, an orgasm like nothing I'd felt before struck. I fell back, my body clenching as I persisted to stroke. My new cock was shuddering and shaking in my hands with a power that both frightened and exhilarated me, and huge thick ropes of cum were surging out... again, and again... seemingly endless. The pleasure was mind blowing!

It seemed like forever, but I must have been cumming for about twenty seconds. Gasping for breath, I laid back, trying to understand what had just happened. In the haze of my euphoria I stared at the end of my dripping dick as it reached for the sky, beating hard, not yet sated.

"Why are you here?! I didn't ask for this! Fuck, and it's still rock hard!"

...But there was a voice inside me, comforting me... persuading me.

Mandi... do not fear. You have received a very powerful gift. Use it. Embrace it. Love it...

I blinked, my emotions easily influenced in my state of vulnerability and shock. The tip of my towering member was swaying in front of me, almost level with my neck as it pulsed to the beat of my heart, and the authority of those words was creeping into my mind. 

It was the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen, and it was just inches from my face. I licked my lips.

"Maybe just a little kiss..." I leaned forward and passed the thick, hot head between my lips. Oh my god, it felt good. I started to suck, loving the feel of my tongue as it passed over the ridge of my cumsoaked glans.

My hips were spurred into movement, and again I found myself humping them with need, desperate to fuck something, anything... my own mouth! I reached back, pulling my head further down my huge dick, feeling the tip punch my tonsils repeatedly.

'Fuck, this feels so good,' I thought. 'Can't stop... can't stop...'

I continued to frantically buck into my mouth, ramming that huge fuckstick down my throat. My tits were smacking against its sides, so with one arm I hugged them tight around it. I was simultaneously throat and tit-fucking myself with my humongous cock - unbelievable!

I was in a trance, totally under its control. I snapped out of it only when another surge of cum erupted out, filling my throat with more thick spunk. I was sputtering on the successive shots of cum - there was just so much!

In the grip of my second orgasm I pulled it out of my mouth and began to finish myself off, stroking the hot tip of my dick as rope after long rope of cum blasted out.

When it was finally over I collapsed back against the side of my bed, tired and in a state of utter disbelief. What a fucking mess! The cum wasliterally everywhere, and my huge dick was lying semi-hard between my thighs. 'Oh god,' I thought, 'what just happened...? It was so strange... so... hot?'

I was beginning to wonder how my life was going to change with that new addition to my anatomy.

I felt a shudder, a jolt between my legs. My cock was starting to lift off the ground, regaining its size and hardness.

"Fuck, not again!"



Mandi's Secret Pt. 02



Nacnac has approved me to just go wild with Mandi, so while the previous story was meant to be a brief one-shot we should now expect a series of shorts featuring our demonically possessed cum-cannon goth-babe!

Once again I have to stress that these stories are totally separate from the Goddesses universe that I typically write about. They are quick and un-serious, maybe even a little funny, and completely centric on crazy sex.

Hope you like.

*****

My campus had an abnormally high number of good looking females, and while I'd always figured myself to be just a bi-curious sort of girl the new me clearly lusted for the fairer sex. That was something I'd realized during my first foray out of my dorm room, where I encountered Ashley.

Ashley was the dormitory slut. It seemed like every night a different guy would walk hand in hand with her into her room, only to leave an hour later with glazed eyes, messed up hair and a goofy grin. The noise they'd make was unreal - something I was painfully aware of since she lived directly across the hall from me. She must have been a hell of a fuck. She was also kind of a bitch.

I was naive enough to think I'd be fine as I left my room, yet the moment I did so there she was. She had a habit of wandering the dorm in just her panties and a tank top, and that was exactly what that slim little bitch was doing. "Mandi...?"

Her eyes narrowed on my chest, which until that night had been totally flat. Now with my every movement my tits rocked back and forth inside my undersized top. They dwarfed hers, which was no small feat when she must have been pushing a double-D.

"Uh, Ashley." I looked away from her, feeling a sudden wave of heat and desire. Despite the multiple sessions of self-pleasure I'd already had that night the beast was awakening again within me. Now I knew why she was so popular - she with her perfect and lightly tanned body, so tight and petite yet with curves for days. That dirty blonde hair, that permanent 'fuck me' stare. It made my heart rate increase, and the blood rush down to my cock. "Can't talk right now, bye!" 

I was moments away from an explosive reveal when I opened the door to my room and zipped back inside. As I entered the safety of my room my cock erupted out from beneath my skirt, and in mere seconds that huge baseball bat of a phallus was swaying in front of me and throbbing with renewed hunger.

I had an urge to go back into the hallway, massive erection and all, and take her right then and there. She'd never be the same again. My hand was already creeping toward the doorknob, as if my own bodily control was being swayed by whatever dark powers had possessed me and endowed me with my freakish new physique. "No dammit," I hissed, pulling my hand back to my side, "no one can know!"

The only thing to do then was sate my urges. For what must have been the fifth time that night, I was going to take matters into my own hands. I walked to my bed, watching it swing heavily with each step, and sat down. I was frustrated, but it was hard to hate it when playing with it made me feel so good. I began to run my hand up and down its thick girth, and noted once again how doing so knocked the side of one of my breasts, sending the fabulous pair into jiggly motion.

"She was totally checking these out. Guess now I have the best tits in the dorm." I gave one of my nipples a pinch through my tank top, which sent a wave of pleasure up my spine and into my cock as well, making it throb even harder. I started to pick up speed.

The sheer amount of masturbation I'd done that night had my arms turning sore, but after seeing Ashley's sexy little body I really couldn't help myself. It was so strange to be imagining myself fucking another girl with it. I'd never thought of another girl in quite that way before, but as my hands travelled up and down my gigantic dick I lusted after the image of her standing outside her dorm room... 

Her little red tank top had clung to her every curve, hugging her big round tits and showing off the points of her nipples. In her panties I was able to see the cheeks of her tight little butt. How much of myself would I be able to fit in it? I was sure it would feel amazing to try and find out.

"Ooh... oooh, OHHH!" I fell back and, pumping my arms frantically, began to climax again. I tilted my cock away from me, not wanting to soil myself, and the thick shots of cum arced overhead and pelted the wall behind my bed, again and again. I kept going, never stopping as I rode the wave of orgasm, a wave fuelled by images of the girl across the hall. Those images kept me going for at least a minute until finally I stopped cumming, and the hardness began to leave me.

***

With order restored and another mess cleaned up I decided to find some special tools to manage my extreme lust. I knew there were much more efficient ways to get myself off than just my hands and mouth, which were built to a scale much smaller than the monster cock I'd been gifted with. I'd definitely have to find something, if I ever wanted to keep up with the routines of my life once the weekend was over.

I put on sunglasses and a baseball cap, and with my black leggings pinned my cock to my thigh inside some loose pants. I stared at the ground during my entire trip to the sex shoppe and back, trying my best not to even glance at anything that could tempt me.

It was a challenge but eventually I arrived home again without incident. I dumped the contents of the brown paper bag onto my bed. I'd bought the largest pocket pussy the shop carried.

"Alright, let's get to business." I undressed, getting rid of everything but my black leggings, which I pulled my flaccid cock out of so it would hang naturally between my thighs. I picked up the pocket pussy - a flesh coloured rubber simulation of a vagina, and held it in front of me.

"Dammit, really?" I didn't feel even the slightest hint of desire. After all the uncontrollable lust and bodily urges I'd experienced all night my monster cock was dead in the water. I wiggled the rubber prop in front of it - nothing - and with a sigh of resignation tossed it onto the bed.

Then it began. 

"Ohhh, Brayden!"

"My name is Brayson."

"OHHH, BRAYSON."

Ashley was at it again.

I could actually feel the sex coming from her room, as if I was sensing some sort of natural mating energy. My member began to throb. With my hands on my hips I watched as it grew long, dropping down only to rise just as it descended past my knee. My pulse quickened as it began to fatten and get stiff. Soon it was at full mast, throbbing with its monstrous power as it pointed slightly up from where it began. Taut veins laced its every inch, providing the bloodflow to keep that supernatural dick ultra-engorged.

"Oh god damn," I muttered. The urge to thrust it into something, someone, was incredible. I moved to my bed where I picked up my pocket pussy. Like a compass pointing north I aligned myself with the doorway, towards Ashley's room across the hall. The pocket pussy was tiny compared to my girth, but with a couple squirts of the sample lube that came with it I was able to force it onto the first six inches of my dick. I wrung it up and down that final third of me, imagining it was her. The tightness felt amazing.

They were getting noisier. I could hear the furniture creaking as their amateurish sex hit its stride, which provoked me to thrust the rubber device harder up and down my cock, as if I were the cause for all that noise. The head was punching past the back extremity of it, stretching the rubber out so far that it would turn temporarily transparent. Doing that gave me a couple extra inches of pleasure, but it wouldn't last. As I shut my eyes and envisioned myself thrusting my huge cock into Ashley a deeply penetrating stroke, coupled with a push of my hips, was all it took for me to rupture the device and come breaking through the other side.

For a moment I stared at the rubber prop, which squeezed my throbbing girth as it hung there, impaled. "Fuck it," I said, and I continued to use the pocket pussy. With the rear of it opened up I was able to work much more of my huge cock, all the way up to the thickest part of it in the middle, which it couldn't stretch around. Even better, I was able to tilt my length up and offer little licks and sucks to the swollen tip, which naturally reached my collar in that position. "Ohh, that feels good," I moaned, imagining it was Ashley's tongue upon that huge pink head and her hands around the shaft. Precum was starting to dribble down my dick, lubricating my motions better than the cheap lubricant ever could. 

I was beginning to gain depth, wringing the rubber prop along over a foot of me, where it stopped at the fattest section of my eighteen inch monster. That stretched it nearly to the breaking point, but I couldn't stop. One overzealous thrust was all it took to end it, as a tiny split instantly became a tear. My brand new pocket pussy opened up into a floppy rubber sheet, completely destroyed.

"Fucking piece of shit!" I threw it on the ground. My cock was trembling with need, as if angered that I'd stopped. Ashley and whatever his name was were getting louder. In my state of intense arousal I was beginning to lose control of myself, and the impulsive desire of my demonic possessor was taking over.

Despite my near nudity I opened the door to my room and, huge swinging erection and all, walked out into the hall. The door to Ashley's room was locked, but that didn't matter. With a strength I'd never before known I kicked it down and strode inside.

Ashley's new boyfriend was on top of her, mounting her missionary style on her bed. "Thanks for warming her up, Brandon," I said. 

I swatted him off of her with one swing of my arm. He went careening across the room into a bookshelf, then fell into a crumple on the floor. "My name is Brayson," he wheezed, completely winded.

"Omigod, Mandi! You have a... holy shit! What are you doing?"

"Shut your slutty mouth, Ashley." A beastly undertone an octave below my normal voice rang out with my words, as if the demon and I were speaking as one.

"Are your eyes glowing?? Omigod, what's happened to you?!"

I took her by the hair and made motions to thrust myself into her mouth, but the sheer length of me exceeded my reach, and instead my cock smacked her hard along the side of her face.

"What the fuck are you doing," she whined, holding her cheek.

By pulling my hips back I gained the space I needed, and finally I was able to shut her up. Her whines were replaced by guttural gags as the huge fleshy tip of my tool rammed against her tonsils. With a solid handful of her dirty blonde hair I stepped back, roughly guiding her forwards onto her hands and knees.

What I did next frightened me, but there was no resisting my urges, for I'd lost myself to the insanity of my lust. I stepped forward, sliding into the straight tunnel her throat formed in that pose. "Ohhh my god, yes!" She was skewered on me, with much of my immense hardness throbbing in her esophagus and more to come. The feel of moist heat around me was divine, and her steady gags and coughs were sending ripples of pleasure up my spine. 

Aha, I knew you had it in you! Yes Mandi, use her! Fuck her like the piece of meat she is! She'll thank you for it when you're done!

After having teased myself in my room for so long I was already close to cumming. With my hands around her head I bucked in and out of her, seeking to finish myself off. She was whimpering weakly, completely subdued yet taking me like a champ. It was only moments until I felt the pressure within me about to burst.

"Alright Ashley, drink up!" I thrust myself deep, not stopping until her lips kissed my crotch, and let go. Her body trembled with the force of my throbbing beats of orgasm. I could feel the cum running out of me, disappearing into the bottom of her belly. It was a lot.

When the climactic throbs of my release finished I pushed her off of my cock, and she fell onto her back, leaving my dick wildly swinging and bobbing in the open air. She moaned weakly, barely having the will to move. I felt the slightest pang of guilt for what I'd done to her, but still the demon was in control, and it wasn't yet satisfied. 

"Do you have any idea how sick I am of hearing you fuck?" I got onto the bed, holding my cock steady as I slowly crawled toward her. It was still as hard as ever. "How many frat boys have to bone you until it gets old?"

"N-no, Mandi, don't put it in me again... it's... it's..."

"Too big? Boys like Brandon over there will seem small once I'm through with you, and then I won't ever have to hear you again. You'll only cry out for me, and that's when I'm generous enough to let you fuck me."

Kneeling between her knees I nudged the tip up against her entrance and worked it around, getting it slick with the film of cum and spit that coated it. Then I crept forward, parting her lips and locking myself in place.

"Oh god, Mandi!"

"Mmmmmmh! That feels so good." I was slowly sinking myself deep into her and spreading her open. My immense length was burrowing further than any normal man could ever go, yet I'd only hid half of it in her. I met resistance, so it seemed as good a time as any to pull back and repeat.

"OHH FUCK!"

"That's right, bitch. How's that?" I was already picking up speed, giving her the fuck of her life. The resistance I was feeling was weakening. "Do you like it yet? How's it feel?"

"Holy shit, your huge dick... unggh..."

"My huge dick what?"

"It's amazing, ahhh!"

The demon laughed as I continued to victoriously feed her my length. It spoke of things I hadn't known were possible, dark secrets of the female anatomy that only a being possessed with its potency could access. On its urging I stepped forward, and the weakened resistance of her deepest limit reluctantly opened up. It squeezed me with such delicious pressure as I sank myself much, much further into her, until every inch of myself was hidden. I could see the impression of my cock pressing against the interior of her body.

I pulled back slowly, then while staring down between my magnificent breasts at the shape of myself within her returned to her warm and reluctant womb. She was moaning like an animal, completely subdued. The demon within me was pleased.

Of course the next thing to do was speed up. It was amazing - to feel her body tightly surrounding my entire shaft was exactly what I'd been craving, from the very moment I awoke in my transformed body. Soon my balls were smacking heavily against her ass as I used her to the extreme. 

I didn't know or care whether or not she was cumming, but it was clear that I would be soon enough. I continued to savagely use her, until I felt the oncoming promise of release. I sank myself deep into her loose, ruined vagina and let go. 

Mind blowing, world shattering... I could give all sorts of cliched descriptions of how that felt, but suffice to say it was the best fucking orgasm ever. I was crouching over her, wheezing with ecstasy as my massive cock injected her with blast after blast of cum. Her belly was swollen with the volume I was depositing within her womb.

When the haze of orgasm lifted I looked around me. Whatever his name was was long gone, though other students were standing at what was left of the doorway and staring with various looks of amazement, arousal and disgust. 

"H-holy shit, Mandi," Ashley whispered. I pulled out, and with me came a surge of thick cum. It continued to rush out of her as her belly slowly deflated. I chuckled darkly, stroking my massive cumslicked tool as I gazed down upon what I'd done.

Very good. You have pleased me immensely, Mandi. I will leave you alone, for a little while, and you may attempt to live your life as you normally would. Know and embrace the fact that we are one and our desires must be fulfilled often, as they were tonight.

You have only seen the beginning of my power. If you should resist I will not hesitate to take over. 



Mandi's Secret Pt. 03



As it promised, the demon gave me time to live my life free from its dark influence after the frantic incident we'd caused that Friday night. I was able to be myself, though still in my newly changed body. That's not to say that on the inside I wasn't any different from how I'd been before my possession. I've always had an aggressive personality; I practice mixed martial arts, I play violent video games, and I listen to industrial metal. But that part of me had now been amplified. I'd become more assertive than ever. 

Our story continues now with how that added assertiveness brought me in touch with my new best friend and playmate, Izabel.

It was the Monday morning after that weekend. I'd become comfortable in my new body, and wasn't making any efforts to hide the changes, other than choosing a skirt instead of jeans so my lower endowments weren't too obvious. And they weren't, because everyone's eyes were on my fantastic new chest. 

I found myself caught in a tough chemistry class where we were told to pair up with another student to carry out an assignment. I wasn't doing so well in that course, so I knew I'd have to choose the right person to pull me through to a good grade. I recalled there being one girl whose arm would always shoot up in the air the moment the professor posed a question, and she would always have the right answer. From my vantage point at the back of the classroom, I only knew her by her huge frizzy hair. I started to scan the classroom for her...

"Hey egghead!"

She turned to me and sneered slightly, apparently not too pleased by how she'd been addressed. "Yes?"

"Be my lab partner."

"Oh, uhm..." She started to fidget with her pen, blinking nervously at me through her thick glasses. "If you insist."

She was a slightly stout Puerto Rican girl, not fat, but definitely thick. She was a good deal shorter than me, but then most girls are - I'm almost six feet tall even I before put on my heels. She wore a pleated skirt and high socks sprouted out of her sneakers up to her knees. I'm not even exaggerating when I say that her tits were even bigger than mine - they were practically bursting out of her shirt under her lab coat.

I tore my eyes away from her cleavage, which had just about put me into a lusty trance. It was neither the time nor the place for one of those, lest the demon take over and ruin my chances at a good grade! "Uhhhhhm. My name's Mandi."

"I'm Izabel. Pleased to meet you."

"Yeah, you too." I whipped out the assignment sheet. "So, um. Let's get to work?"

***

I'd never gotten through a chemistry lab so quickly. I'd barely even glanced at my phone (well, okay, I might have checked my Tumblr feed, but that only takes minutes), and already she was nearing the end of the lab. 

"Oh, shit Izabel. You're really good at this." I started to copy her answers onto my sheet.

"Well it's actually quite simple, Mandi. If we combine the reagent with the reactant in the correct proportions, the chemical decomposition cycle is controlled and predictable by a factor of blah blah blah..."

My eyes began to glaze over as she babbled on about acids and solvents. As she went she leaned over the table to trace her finger tip along a line graph, and her tits were sitting on the surface and squishing up towards her chin. My distracted gaze again fell down into the deep milk chocolate chasm of her cleavage.

"...And so as you can see, it's really just a matter of minding your bases, or else an exothermic reaction will be spreading your hotness everywhere! Hahaha!"

As she laughed at her geeky science joke she stood up straight and put her hands on her hips, basking in her own brilliance. While she chuckled away her breasts were jiggling in her top. I was starting to sweat, and the lust I'd meant to control was increasing. I felt a growing need inside my skirt and the beginning twitch of growth. I needed to get out of that lab, and fast.

"Alright egghead, that's great. You seem to know a lot about stuff. Do you mind taking a look at something erm... supernatural?"

"Hah! I know enough to tell you that there is no such thing!"

"Right, okay. Maybe you'll change your mind after I show you though. Let's hand in these lab sheets and get out of here."

***

"What could you possibly need to show me here, in the girls' washroom, that you couldn't anywhere else on campus?"

"Like I said," I said, "something supernatural." I opened up a toilet stall and stepped inside. "Pipe down and get in here."

She did so, though that overactive mouth of hers was still moving. "I'll believe it when I see it. Anything laymen consider 'supernatural' can be easily explained through scientific analysis."

"Alright," I said as I reached for the hem of my skirt and began to lift, "then analyze this!"

Out came my cock, already slightly fattened by the tempting sight of Izabel's cleavage. Undeterred by my black thong panties, it tumbled down at nearly a foot's length and quickly began to throb into a more active state.

"Holy moly! I had no idea you had that! How... What...?"

Her mouth was still silently moving but finally I had her at a loss for words. We stared down at my cock as with each beat of my heart it reached higher, it grew longer and thicker, and got harder.

I was approaching my full length when finally she regained her voice. "How is this even possible? The sheer amount of blood required to erect this phallus, which looks like it must be a foot and half long, should be depriving your brain of the oxygen you need to stay conscious!"

"I told you Izabel. It's supernatural."

"No, that's not an acceptable explanation. How can this be?"

"I was hoping you could answer that."

"Well, there is a perfectly valid explanation for everything. I'm just going to have to examine it. Do you mind if... if I touch...?"

"No. No, you go right ahead..."

I tried to keep quiet as she began to handle my enormous cock, though the sensations she was creating in me were very nice and had me throbbing into an even harder state. Her manner was completely academic as she tilted me up, then to each side as she visually examined me from every angle.

I'd gotten terribly hot but thankfully I was still free of any demonic impulses, which would have surely had me forcing malevolent sex upon the intelligent yet inexperienced girl. Nevertheless I had urges of my own, and I wasn't going to let us leave that washroom until I was satisfied.

"Amazing! These readings are off the chart!" Izabel had whipped out some sort of sci-fi tricorder device and was scanning my immense dick. "There are an unprecedented amount of pheromones and other biological chemicals emanating from this phallus."

"You don't say, huh."

"Would you mind producing a sample of your ejaculant for me? This begs for further analysis!"

"Ohh-hoho, I wouldn't mind that at all," I said, as one of my hands began to excitedly run up and down a portion of my length.

"Great! I'm just going to need a container to put it in..."

I produced out of my purse a gigantic condom - basically a novelty item I'd picked up at the sex shoppe. What was meant as a gag gift for most was for me, the only option.

"Yes, that will do." She snatched it out of my hands and tore open the plastic envelope, and out came a double-sized mega condom. I couldn't help but moan and shudder as she placed it over the head of my cock and guided the pink latex down my throbbing, sensitive girth with repeated strokes of her dark hands. It was about a foot long, providing tight containment to two thirds of me.

"So, Izabel, do you know how to uh, extract samples?"

"Oh well, it should be quite simple." With both hands she began to firmly stroke my girth. I staggered and gasped, palming the walls of the bathroom stall for support. "Repeated stimulation to the sides of the shaft should simulate the friction of vaginal walls during coitus."

"Ahh, ahh... Uh-huh?"

"Yes. By the increasing pressure in your phallus I'd say I'm providing the correct stimulation."

"Ooh man, yes. You really are!" I was staring down at her tits, which her jostling up and down with the repeated motions of her arms. "But... but I think a phallus of this size will need more contact than just your hands. You know, like a vag of the same scale."

"Perhaps. But we have no such thing here, so my hands will have to suffice!"

"Oh, I beg to differ." I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled up. Her huge tits came into view, crammed into a very sturdy bra.

"E-excuse me, Mandi?!"

Ignoring her, I reached around her back and undid her bra. As soon as the clasps were opened it practically shot off of her. She had a hell of a body under her dopey clothes... thick but with barely any flab, with some visible tone, and plenty of sexy curves. 

"Oh. I suppose that would work."

"You're damn right it will. Wrap those tits around my dick."

With a quick nod of her head she lifted my heavy rod and laid it between them, and began to rock them up and down. In that position the head was level with her mouth, and she was occasionally glancing at it, then back up at me. I sensed that her actions were becoming less academic and more... primal. She liked my huge dick. "Ooh. Keep going, Izabel... That's going to get you a sample for sure."

As she persisted her gaze finally came to a focus on the latex-bound tip of my cock. She tilted toward it and slowly, hesitantly, took me into her mouth. As she began to sheepishly tongue and suck she glanced back up at me, as if asking if what she was doing was okay.

"Uh-huh, yes... Yes, that's good. Use your mouth, your tits... use everything!"

The urgency in my voice spurred her on, and with a pornographic level of enthusiasm, which I'm sure she'd never before revealed, she took me deeper into her mouth and gagged on my cock while continuing to rock her tits up and down. 

"Do you feel like you'll ejaculate soon?"

"Oh-ho fuck yes I do, don't you fucking stop now!" I grabbed her tits and started to work them harder and faster. She dropped her hands down to resume her efforts on the vast expanse of revealed shaft between out bellies, while again gagging wetly at the throbbing tip. The combined motions had my balls beginning to clench as they summoned a voluminous load.

"Here it comes Izabel... here it... comes!"

She pulled her mouth away, and not a moment after the first blast of cum shot up my cock and filled the condom's reservoir. "Good lord!"

"Ohhh, fuck yes!" Frantically I continued to use her tits as shot after shot left my throttling dick. The condom was inflating further, swelling into a big pearly white oblong balloon which hung lazily against her chest. 

She was speechless as she watched the condom fill and stretch. With each beat of orgasm it exceeded the volume of a conventional load, and the total amount did so by magnitudes. When finally I'd finished she began to roll the condom off of my shaft, holding her position so the heavy latex package wouldn't go plummeting off of her chest onto the ground. "This certainly will do," she said, "I'll let you know what I find out about this supernatural body of yours."

***

A few days later I was zoning out in front of the TV with some Xbox games. There was a knocking at my door, but I was too absorbed to pay much mind to it. That person was persistent, and their knocks were getting louder and more severe, so eventually with a weary grumble I tossed down my controller and got up. "This had better be good..."

"Hello Mandi."

"Oh! Izabel, hi..." I felt a pang of awkwardness in her presence, owing to what we'd done two days prior. Before I had time to properly react she marched past me, into my room. 

"Hmm. Not bad."

"Not bad what?"

"Oh, well, I have good news! I'm going to be your new room mate!"

"You what? You-"

"Yes. Which is fortunate, because the sample we took the other day was contaminated by your condom. I'm going to have to take a lot more!" She shut the door behind her and took off her glasses, revealing a face that was actually quite pretty, and set them aside. As she then began to shrug out of her sweater she continued, "let's not waste any time... science can be an impatient mistress!"

"Jesus Christ..." As my unexpected visitor began to disrobe I adjusted my stance, taking up a more spread-legged stature to make space between my legs. Though in her haste I was yet to find the situation very sexy the demon within me and was apparently feeling very frisky indeed. She and I watched as the straps of my thong came into view, being pulled downwards out of my black miniskirt by the growing form of my monster dick. As it filled out the heated sensations of arousal hit me, and soon I was raring to go just as much as my hidden possessor.

She wriggled out of her pleated skirt, and then off went her t-shirt. In her bra and panties she dropped to her knees before me, eliciting a shuddering bounce of her chocolatey bosom. My cock had gained the rigidity needed to surge out from beneath my thong, snapping it aside as it swung up into the space between us and stretched out to its full length.

There was nothing academic about what she did next: She caught me midshaft and began to stroke as she held my heated length against her cheek. She turned toward it and began to trail kisses all along my enormous erection, eventually adding her tongue into the mix until she was simply trailing it all along me, wettening me with her slobber.

"Oho shit, Izabel, you dirty slut... Is this really the girl from my chemistry class?" I flicked off my fishnet top and slipped out of the black tank top beneath it, leaving me naked from the waist up. She didn't have any reply - she was too caught up in her raunchy desires, hungrily stroking and tonguing away. I felt an urge to use her tits again. "Get out of that bra."

My cock swayed as she let it go, though those movements ceased as soon as she released her luscious tits, for an impliable level of tension entered it upon their revealing. I placed a foot on her sternum and gave her a firm push, sending her onto her back. Her tits revolved on her chest upon impact with the ground, and she uttered a muffled sound of discomfort at my roughness, but she was a good sport. She squeezed them together and gave me a heated look.

I dropped to my knees over her and thrusted forwards, sending my spit-slicked dick surging through her cleavage and into her mouth. "NnnGLUK~!"

"Mm, yes... Are you sure you want to be my room mate? It can be a lot to handle!" I started to fuck her cleavage. The head of my cock steadily entered and exited her mouth as her tits rocked my girth. She took it like a champ, spurring me to continue my cruel act.

I thrusted myself deep, up to her tonsils, and as I held it there she sucked and tongued the sensitive throbbing tip. Her breasts, which she still squeezed so tightly around me, she began to slosh up and down my shaft, preserving the sweet feeling of motion. "Ooh, yes!"

In that position I began to jerk the remaining length of shaft between the bottoms of her tits and my body, keeping in time with the movements of her breasts. We were working up towards a big load. "Don't you fucking stop Izabel... don't you dare!"

She didn't. My body tensed as the throbbing momentum of release began to build. The tremors of pre-orgasmic power in my shaft had Izabel's eyes growing wide, and she gave a muffled moan of excitement. The first blast of cum came hard, and she sputtered as it splashed out of her mouth and dripped down her cheeks. 

"Fuuuck!"

She had the good sense to close her throat, but she kept her lips sealed around me, causing each mighty blast to be deflected into a creamy mini explosion. Her face, her tits, and my cock were becoming soaked by the thick fluid, which dripped down onto the ground beneath us. She finally turned her head away, and the final beats of release painted long streaks onto the ground ahead of us. 

"Good job, slut," I said between heavy breaths as my orgasm faded. She didn't reply, instead choosing to put my cock back in her mouth and lovingly make out with it. By the way she writhed and rubbed her cum drenched body against my equally drenched dick, it was plain to see she was absolutely in love with it, and wasn't yet done.

Without giving her the chance to choose what would come next I backed away, wrenching myself out of her slippery grip to shift way, way down until I could level the tip of my dick with her vag. Despite the incompatible dimensions involved she gave no sign of protest, so drunk with lust was she. She spread her legs and, gazing down at me between her cum drenched tits, licked her lips. 

In I went. She cried out and writhed with intense discomfort as inch after inch entered her. My cum was a fine lubricant, but still there was no way she was ready for what I was wielding. As soon as I hit her deepest I started to pick up a rhythm.

"Good lord, it's so big! I feel like you're tearing me open!" 

"You'll learn to enjoy it, soon."

"I already do! Fuck me Mandi!"

I did exactly that. I liked her enough not to be as rough with her as I'd been with Ashley, but still, no one in her life would ever show her the power I was wielding. Her head fell back and she moaned out loud as I rammed my slippery way through her resistance, forcing her to adapt to me.

With a little persistence I began to feel her open up to me, and as it had been with Ashley, I was able to push my way much, much deeper into her. She was impaled on me from crotch to womb and moaning animal sounds of unrestrained lust and confusion.

"This... it's phy-physically impossible!"

"My cock is supernatural."

"Oh god!" 

I laid myself against her, holding ourselves breast to expansive breast in a missionary position, and resumed my pace. I was revelling in the heavenly feel of my entire dick taking pleasure from her body as it submitted to my massive penetrating power. In that moment she was a completely different person... not the boring teacher's pet I'd met in class but a woman, a woman who needed me to fill her sensual body with enormous sex.

She was cumming as I gave my final deep thrust. Our breasts sloshed against each other from the impact of my hips, and I could swear I could see her body shuddering with each thunderous throb within her. The onslaught of cum hit her, rushing against the walls of her womb with viscous heat.

Crying out with bliss, we writhed and rode our climaxes until their finish, only for me to pull out and she to worshipfully suck, and stroke...

We didn't stop until dawn.

***

Suffice to say my chemistry grades have improved. As have my biology grades, my trigonometry, you name it. All Izabel asks in return is for me to fuck her, to use her like I did on that strange night, to let her bathe in my cum again, and again. 

Of course I'd let her have that for free, but a girl's got to get through college somehow.