2 comments/ 27733 views/ 13 favorites Not Your Average Girl By: fetishfanatic Hi. This is my first story. I know my writing has problems so any constructive feedback would be great. Also, let me know if you want to know more about Becky and if you have any suggestions about what you'd like her to do next. Thanks. Oh, and don't read this if you shouldn't be (you know who you are) or if you're offended by bizarre fetishes. Becky was deeply dissatisfied. It would have been hard for most to imagine that the lithe and very pretty undergraduate could have been hiding such morose sentiments; what with her well known wealth, intelligence, and good looks on the surface her life was ideal. Yet, despite widespread academic acclaim, a more-than-passing resemblance to Mary-Louise Parker, and a voracious sex life she could not shake off the feeling of an aching chasm within her, a driving and compelling need. This morning though, she put aside such feelings and prepared for the day. Often described as sexy and sultry, she could never be described as veering into the territory of the bimbo. Looking out of her top-floor window to see a cloudless sky she decided to dress simply in white cotton panties and a yellow summer dress with matching flip-flops. Perhaps considered improper by some of her more stuffy colleagues her outfit was hardly indecent. Collecting up a couple of books – Murakami and Asimov if you must know – and grabbing a folder containing her students' marked essays, Becky headed down out of her flat and towards the entrance to the underground only a couple of minutes down the road. Living near one of the busiest routes into London Becky as usual found herself crushed in a mass of human flesh; the sweaty and irritated commuters jostling for space as they suffered the cramped and stuffy ride into town. Becky, however, was perhaps the only girl in London who enjoyed these journeys. She loved the sweaty smells of unwashed and overheated bodies, savoured the sight of beads of sweat on men and women's faces, and the loved the feel of hot bodies crushing into her. Today was busier than most and she felt herself crushed into the chest of a big brawny man with curly brown hair and a square jaw. Becky didn't find the man particularly attractive but his sweaty smell was enticing and she furtively used the jostling of the carriage to mask her movements as she leaned towards his armpits and took silent sniffs. She felt her pussy began to moisten and could smell her own sweat as pheromones marked her arousal. She looked up to make sure the man was unaware of her dirty actions but was met by piercing brown eyes and an aggressive leer. She felt embarrassed to the core. As she was gathering her wits deciding whether to pretend indifference or make some excuse for her actions she felt a rough hand reach up under her summer dress. Fingers began manipulating the fabric of her soaking panties and looking around she saw that not only had the man's expression remained exactly the same but there was no else who could be aware of his actions – all were too wrapped up in their own discomforts. Becky decided to see how events might continue, after all not only had she been caught sniffing the man's armpits but she was obviously extremely aroused. His ministrations were perhaps the only proper response her sluttish and filthy behaviour. The rubbing continued for several minutes until she felt a finger pull back the sides of her soaking panties and quickly enter her sopping pussy. She was grateful to the creaking of the train and the general commotion for allowing her gasp of joint pleasure and surprise to go unnoticed. She expected a quick finger fuck and was taken by complete surprise when the man used his left hand to pull her head on to his chest and removed his right from her pussy and instead inserted a well-lubricated finger up her tight arse. Becky was in complete heaven; just inches from his armpit she was getting the full force of his sweaty pheromones leading her back passage to spasm on his rough finger. The action continued for some minutes; Becky taking more and more frantic whiffs of his stink while the man roughly fingered her toward an orgasm. She felt the train begin to slow down as it approached her destination and so was disappointed when the man suddenly removed his finger. Looking up at him to protest she suddenly found his glistening finger under her nose. The intoxicating and earthy smell combined with the aura of sweat drove her over the edge and she found her legs go weak as her pussy spasmed in orgasm and she felt her thighs get wet as small squirts erupted. As the train stopped and people began to shuffle towards the exit the man wiped his finger on her forehead and turning his back on her marched off into the crowd on the platform. Five minutes later Becky was in the grimy underground toilets. She had taken an early train in so had plenty of time to get to the university and in any case she needed to wipe her face and clean up her messy vagina. Her panties were ruined and she unconsciously put them into her mouth to suck while she proceeded to wipe as much of the girlcum away as possible. When she was clean the full realisation of what had happened hit her and she burst into sobs. She sat there panties in mouth, shaking with tears as she tried to make sense of where it all went wrong. She was sick and perverted and disgusting she knew but that didn't mean she lacked dignity; her filthy fetishes might signal that she was submissive or into humiliation but that was far from the case. She wanted someone who would love and cherish her, but her cravings simply seemed to get her into situations where she was used and discarded. These encounters were stimulating and satisfying but ultimately unfulfilling. Wiping her eyes and taking stock of her surroundings the sight of an eye peering through a hole in the cubicle wall immediately jerked her out of her melancholic mood; she became acutely aware of her hand under her pulled-up dress and the obviously soiled panties in her mouth. The eye blinked once and an obviously rustic accent asked "Is you alright?" Becky thought she could catch faint overtones of both sympathy and lust. "Errr... I'm fine" replied Becky hastily removing her sodden undergarments from her mouth. She was on the verge of angrily telling the other person to go away but feeling the familiar sensation of her nipples stiffening her earlier anxieties were forgotten and she longed for a woman's touch in the dirty toilets. "You need any help?" the voice asked, seemingly emboldened by Becky's lack of modesty. Adopting her best little girl's voice she replied "Actually Miss, if you could lend an ... errr... hand I'd be most grateful". The eye disappeared from the hole and a knock came on the cubicle door. Becky let the eager stranger in and sat back to study the peeping Jane. If Becky was elegant in her sexiness, this woman was the absolute opposite. She wore pink flip flops, a tiny pink skirt which did nothing to hide her most private of areas and a white vest top which clung to her large and braless breasts. Her face was layered in mascara, blusher and lipstick and she had large gold hoop earrings. Becky was far from a snob but even she couldn't stop the phrase chav slut popping up in her head. However, the woman had two distinct features which captured the vile girl's attention before all others. The first was her large and erect nipples which made prominent protuberances on her clinging top. Even more delightful to Becky's eyes were the obviously moist clumps of blond fuzz emerging from her armpits. The woman watched as Becky's eyes flicked from armpits to nipples and then back to armpits. Her manner suddenly became assertive as she acknowledged the depravity of the beautiful petite vixen before her. For her part Becky realised that the woman's smile had become more aggressive and feline and she knew what was likely to transpire. However, she cared for little; for while she might in her more introspective moments feel the deep need for companionship, she was still a wanton slut, a slave to her many fetishes and needs. "So, how can I help?" the woman teasingly asked. "In fact, more to the point, how can you help me?" Unable to take her eyes from the beautiful tufts at the woman's armpits Becky replied "What would you like me to do?" "Well I got this pretty kinky fetish and you look like the kinda girl that would indulge me" the blonde bimbo leered. "I gets off on muff diving and fingering and all that but what I really likes, beyond anything else, is to have my nipples licked with a buttplug in my arse". She caught the look of undisguised eagerness on Becky's face and continued, hoping that this girl would be freaky enough to indulge her other fantasy. "What I also like too is for pretty posh bitches to lick my sweaty armpits and chew on my overgrown tufts. How does that sound?" Becky knew the girl had sussed her from the moment she had looked through the peephole, had recognised the vile acts of which she was capable. This being the case she decided for honesty, after all how could she lie to the torrent of juices which had erupted from her pussy at the chav slut's words? "Great" was all she said as she pulled the woman towards her who was already pulling her sweaty vest top over her pig-tailed head. Her skin was covered in a sweaty sheen and Becky shuddered as she was hit by the chav girl's sweaty unwashed smell. The chav, who now announced herself as Chantelle, straddled Becky's bare lap, pushing her moist plump bottom against Becky's quivering thighs and pushing her wet pussy into Becky's midriff. Becky felt an unexpected hardness against her knees but dismissed the thought as Chantelle briefly kissed her before turning her body to press her armpit against Becky's eager mouth. Immediately tremors began in Becky's pussy as the sweaty, nasty odour assaulted her nostrils. Chantelle smelled of bad hygiene, cheap perfume and, faintly, of grease but Becky was in heaven. "Come on lick my pits" she cried, "munch my arm muff, gobble my sweat box. Get your pretty little daddy's girl mouth in my chavvy sweat pit and taste the true stench of the unwashed masses". Becky could only make little high-pitched orgasmic noises as she dived in to the mass of sweaty hair and flesh. She licked and sucked with wild abandon, trying to get every drop of sweat. Soon she was fellating Chantelle's rank armpit hair, bobbing up and down on the disgusting mass. Her nose and mouth itched from the hairs but Becky couldn't care less, her pussy spasming as she succumbed to a wave of orgasms. Chantelle laughed, lustily and nastily, as she suddenly grabbed Becky's hair, pulling the pretty little tart into her armpit and smothering her with her sweaty flesh and hair. As the seconds went by Becky was only faintly worried by her lack of oxygen, more important to her was the sheer filthy bliss of her treatment; Chantelle's beautiful sweat was seeping into every pore in her face and at that moment she could have died absolutely contented. Chantelle had other plans. Initially shocked and then lust-crazed by the actions of the pretty wanton slut she keenly felt her own need for release. "Time for the next part" she announced pulling Becky's red, sweat-covered, and madly-lustful face from her pits. "Time for you to suck my nipples as I orgasm on a buttplug". Becky sat gasping, regaining her breath and looking ecstatic at the opportunity to play with the chav slut's huge and erect nipples. However, aware that Chantelle had come in empty handed and wearing very little that might hide the means to her orgasm she asked "But where is the buttplug?" Chantelle smiled at the tart who had pleasured her so well so far. "It's already in silly. I never leave home without a buttplug in my tight chav arse. In fact, I only take it out when I sleep – although often I forget". Becky could no longer be shocked by anything the slutty chav said or did any more. "In that case then, I'll get started right away". She closed her lips over the chav's stiff nipples and began to moan as she nibbled the sweaty nubs. Yet, if Becky was moaning Chantelle was howling as she felt her arse and pussy begin to spasm as her orgasm crept up on her. It was like a switch; if her arse was stuffed and her nipples stimulated she would always cum. Becky continued her ministrations and Chantelle began to cry out "harder, harder, bite me, make me cum" as she roughly forced the pretty brunette's head against her sweaty chest. Suddenly the strongest orgasm she had ever known hit her and her legs went weak as she ejaculated into Becky's midriff, wave after wave of girlcum soaking the young slut. A few minutes later she stood up and put her top back on, kissed Becky on the lips, whispered "Bye slut" and left the cubicle. It took Becky 15 minutes to make herself presentable, leaving the grimy toilets with a sigh – half the sound of a satisfied slutfreak and half the sound of an emotionally frustrated young woman. Not Your Average Girls' Night Out "Thanks again Mum." Kate was hugging her 5 year old son as she spoke to her Mum. "That's ok dear, you go and have a good time. If John can have a week playing golf in Spain, the least you deserve is a night out with friends!" "You be a good boy for Grandma" she said to her son. "I will" came the reply. At that Kate Stephens headed for her car and the short journey to Lucy's. If her Mum had known the truth about their plans for tonight there was no way she would have volunteered to babysit! Kate suppressed the feeling of guilt and concentrated on the drive. Twenty minutes later she pulled on to Lucy Taylor's drive. Kate and Lucy had been friends since college and they had enjoyed some wild nights out together before Kate had married her husband 6 years ago. Since then, Kate had played the role of devoted wife whilst Lucy's behaviour had become even wilder. Lucy was waiting at the door. At 28, she was virtually the same age as Kate and they looked similar enough for many to think they were sisters. Both had dark brown hair, full and of shoulder length. At 5ft 8, Kate was a little taller but both had slim, well toned bodies which they worked hard to keep at the local gym. If Kate had the height advantage, then Lucy won on the breast front, her full D-cup breasts always turning heads when she was out. Kate's were smaller but firm and impressive nevertheless. "Hi Kate." Lucy's voice was deliberately slutty in tone, aiming to provoke a response from her nervous friend. "Hi." Kate could feel her heart beating faster already. She could only imagine how she would be feeling come 8pm. She followed Lucy into the house, accepting a large glass of wine in the process. "For your nerves" said Lucy. "The taxi is booked for quarter to eight. Did you bring the long coat?" Kate lifted the coat by way of response. "Great! Wait till you see what I've got for you to wear" Kate took a seat as Lucy fetched her 'outfit' for the night. Lucy returned and handed Kate some black stiletto heeled shoes. Lucy knew Kate had good legs and these shoes would make them look great. Next came a new pair of black hold up stockings with lacy tops. Stockings were very popular at the club they were going to and Lucy would also be wearing a pair. To complete Kate's outfit she was given a lacy black bra, the type designed to push her breasts up and out, with matching thong panties. "Go and get changed." At this point, Kate realised what she was planning to do. Going out, dressed like a slut, to a club where she would be used like a slut. Lucy saw the doubt and hesitation on her best friend's face and gave her a reassuring smile. "Trust me Kate, we are going to have the best night ever! Now, go. Get changed!" Kate headed for the spare room and started to undress. She admired her own naked figure in the mirror, proud of how she had maintained her body, even after the birth of her son. The fact that she did not need to work and could go to the gym every day had obviously helped but she had always taken care over her diet too. She slid on the stockings, black and seamed until they were tight around her upper thighs. After pulling on the thong panties, she put on the bra, blushing at the way it emphasised her breasts. Finally she put on the heels. Again she looked in the mirror realising how much she looked like the girls in the porn magazines John had at home. She hoped the guys she would meet tonight would like the look too. If Kate had thought she looked slutty nothing had prepared her for Lucy's outfit. Benefiting from a tan she had gained after a recent holiday in Greece, Lucy had gone for white high heels and white stockings which were held up by suspenders attached to a white basque. But it was no ordinary basque. It only had one quarter cups, and as a result Lucy's large breasts spilled over, her nipples proudly displayed. Kate also noticed that Lucy had chosen not to wear panties. "You can't go like that!" "Trust me honey, I can and I am. The guys will love this. Besides, how long to do you thing your tits and pussy will be hidden for?" Kate struggled for a reply but the silence was broken by the sound of the taxi pulling up outside. Both girls put on the long coats, and for the time being looked anything but the sluts they were going to be later. "One for the road" said Lucy, handing Kate a glass of neat vodka. Both girls downed the drink in a single swallow and headed for the taxi. Neither girl spoke as the taxi headed into town. Kate though about her husband John. She should never have married him, she knew that now. But she was 22, young, impressionable. Ten years her senior he was a successful business director with an expensive car and a love of fine restaurants. After the birth of their son, John had seemed to lose interest in her preferring evenings out with work colleagues or golf. They still had sex, but it lacked the passion that Kate desired. Her solution to this problem had not been marriage counselling but instead to pour her heart out to her best friend Lucy, the single girl who persuaded her that a night at a swingers club was what she needed. It was madness of course but Kate felt that she could not back down after drunkenly agreeing and deep inside, part of her wanted this. The car pulled up outside the discreet entrance to the club. Lucy paid the taxi and both girls walked up to the door. A doorman, tall and well built stood there. "Are you members ladies?" "I am" replied Lucy. The doorman opened the heavy doors and Kate nervously followed Lucy inside. A woman in her forties stood behind a counter. "Do you have your membership cards?" she asked. Lucy handed over her card. "My friend is a guest, it's her first time." The lady smiled. "She will need to sign in here, and there is an entry fee of £10." Lucy handed over a twenty pound note as Kate signed in. "You are aware that tonight is a theme night I take it?" "Yes" replied Kate "in appreciation of black men!" "You will need to leave your coats." Lucy casually slipped off her coat and handed it to the lady. Kate could not believe how easily Lucy could expose herself like that. "Come on Kate, lets get inside" commanded Lucy. Kate nervously slipped off her coat and meekly followed her friend through he double doors into the club. At first glance it appeared much like any other club Kate had been to. Neon coloured lights illuminated an empty dance floor, and way to the right was a bar. Many of the walls were mirrored, giving the impression that the club was larger than it was. There were lots of couches, and also large cushions scattered around the edges of the club. As her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, Kate began to notice other people in the club. Nearby sat a white couple, late thirties, early forties. He was dressed in smart shirt and trousers whereas she was completely naked except for her shoes. At the bar a younger lady, perhaps only mid twenties stood wearing just her underwear; stockings, panties and bra. She was wearing glasses, drinking a large glass of wine quite quickly and looking even more scared than Kate. It turned out that other than Kate and Lucy, the girl in glasses was the only single girl present. There were about a dozen women there with husbands or partners. Finally Kate noticed the many black guys who were there. She was surprised that most seemed older than her, some clearly in the late forties or even early fifties. There were a few guys younger than herself but she had expected more. Lucy later explained that good looking young black guys went to real clubs. The older guys here tended to be married and looking for no-strings sex. Lucy led Kate to the bar and brought 2 large glasses of wine. Looks and smiles were exchanged with the young woman in glasses. After a few minutes 2 black guys approached them, Kate staring wide eyed. Neither wore clothes and between the legs of each of them hung a big cock. Both were easily bigger than John, her husband, and neither was hard yet. She guessed that the two men were aged about 35. "Hi Girls, I'm Marlon and this is Mike." Hi. I'm Lucy and my friend is Kate." Lucy smiled as Marlon moved closer. Mike came and stood next to Kate, each man casually drinking a cold beer. "We noticed you two as soon as you came in" said Marlon. "Definitely the sexiest ladies here." Kate watched as Marlon's hand casually came to rest on Lucy's arse. "You are too kind" replied Lucy, a smile spreading across her face as Marlon caressed her naked ass. "We particularly liked your tits Lucy." It was the first time Mike had spoken and Kate became aware of how both men were looking intently at Lucy's bare breasts. "Feel free to feel" said Lucy, giggling away. Marlon's left hand came round to hold Lucy's left breast whilst Mike leaned across to touch the other. Both men mauled and squeezed them, resulting in whimpers of pleasure from Lucy and a visible hardening of her nipples. Kate's heart was beating fast, shocked and turned on by her brazen hussy of a friend. She watched as Lucy slowly let go off her glass which was resting on the bar and allowed her hand to drop to Marlon's crotch. Kate watched as Lucy's fingers slowly grasped Marlon's hardening cock. "Mike reckons that Kate's tits are just as nice but without seeing them it's difficult to tell" remarked Marlon. "Take off your bra Kate" ordered Lucy. Kate found herself obeying without question, putting her drink down and reaching back to unclip the bra. She allowed the bra to fall forward, releasing her firm breasts. "Looks like you were right Mike" said Marlon as both men let go of Lucy to feel Kate's breasts. Kate gasped quietly, it felt so wrong, she was a married woman but it felt so good too. Marlon let go of her breast, concentrating again on Lucy. Mike, now directly behind Kate, fondled both breasts, his breath hot on her neck, his stiffening cock digging into her back. Kate watched as Marlon gently pushed Lucy to her knees in front of him. His cock was now fully erect, thick and stiff and so black. Compared to John's it looked huge, twice as thick and nearly twice as long. Kate's heart felt like it would explode as she watched her friend take hold of Marlon's cock, her tummy alive with butterflies, her knees weak. Lucy stroked the black member lovingly, and then planted a tender kiss on the swollen head. She kissed all the way down the thick shaft to Marlon's balls, and then licked up his shaft till once again the knob was by her lips. Lucy opened her mouth and let about a quarter of Marlon's cock slide in. She eased off a little and then let it slide in again, this time further. She repeated the movement till well over half of Marlon's big cock was sliding into her mouth. "What would your husband think of you watching your best friend suck off a big black man whilst another played with your tits?" Mike's question caught her off guard and she stammered a half reply. "I..how..how..did you....." "Know? I've had plenty of white married women Kate. You are easy to spot. Now, take off your knickers Kate." His voice carried such authority, how could she refuse. Her hands reached down and pushed her panties to her knees. They fell to her ankles and she stepped out of them. Mike slid one of his hands don her tummy to her wet pussy. "Open your legs." Again Kate obeyed instinctively and for the first time in nearly seven years a man other than her husband touched her pussy. Mike's fingers lingered for a moment on her clit, teasing it, forcing Kate to moan in pleasure before advancing. Mike's middle finger then slid easily inside. Kate closed her eyes. There was no going back, this man could do anything he wanted with her and she would submit. A sudden loud moan from Lucy brought Kate momentarily back to her senses. She opened her eyes to see her best friend bent over a bar stool with Marlon behind her, his big cock sliding into her. Such was its length that Kate was able to see the shaft each time Marlon pulled out before slamming back hard and deep into Lucy's pussy. "You want me to fuck you with my big black cock don't you Mrs Married White Woman?" Mike's provocative question and his skilful fingers playing with her pussy forced another louder moan. Kate knew that she was going to cum soon and when she did it would be like no other orgasm she had ever had. "Yes Mike, yes I do." "Then ask nicely." "Please Mike, please fuck my white married pussy with your big black cock." Mike led Kate to one of the nearby couches. "Sit" he ordered. Meekly Kate sat. Mike kneeled in front of her, his cock level with her pussy. Taking hold of her legs, Mike lifted them up and apart, Kate's pussy sliding closer to the ebony tool. Mike pushed his hips forward his cock right at the entrance to Kate's wet hole. "Guide it home" Kate took hold of Mike's cock and placed it between her wet lips. Mike pushed forward, slowly penetrating Kate's tight pussy. Ever so slowly his cock slid in. "OOOHHHHHHHHHHH" Kate closed her eyes and moaned as she felt her pussy filled by Mike's cock. Mike eased out slightly before home again, a little more forcefully this time. Kate opened her eyes, looked down to see the huge black length sliding in and out of her. Her breathing increased, punctuated by moans and gasps. She saw Mike smiling, clearly he loved the power his cock gave him over white girls like Kate. But Kate didn't care now. All she cared about was how good it felt to be fucked, taken by this magnificent man. Mike was increasing his pace. Kate couldn't remember the last time she felt so horny. Moaning more, panting harder, Kate knew she would be cumming soon. Mike was now pumping hard into her pussy, his balls slapping into her. "Ohhhh Ohhhhh Ohhhhhhh" "Yeah, you cum soon bitch." Mike's provocative words sent Kate over the edge. "Aaarrgghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Kate was lost as her orgasm swept over her, the fire in her pussy spreading around her body. She had never cum so hard or for so long. She knew that Mike was still pumping into her, waves of pleasure still sweeping over her. She heard Mike grunt and then felt his cock twitch and finally felt his cum spurt deep inside her. He seemed to pump gallons into her. Finally Mike slowed and then withdrew his cock, a trail of cum dribbling from her pussy as he pulled out. "You like that Missy?" "Oh Mike. That was unbelievable." "Your husband's cock will never be enough for you now Kate. So make sure you get your fill of black cock tonight." He laughed as he stood and walked away. Kate was left, naked except for her stockings and heels, legs apart and cum dribbling out of her aching pussy. She could barely move but after a minute or two she summoned her strength and got o her feet. She walked unsteadily back to the bar and picked up her drink, finishing it in one go. "Oh my. No condom" Kate whispered to herself. Lucy also appeared not to have used protection, did anyone in this place use it? Lucy? Where was she? Kate looked round and saw the naked middle aged woman she had seen on the way in sat astride a large black cock, moving up and down, her moans muffled by the equally large cock in her mouth. Her husband sat opposite, playing with his small white cock. Would John do the same she wondered? Scanning round she saw another girl on all fours. She couldn't tell if it was Lucy because of the men who surrounded her. She walked closer, it wasn't Lucy but the girl with glasses. A black man lay beneath her, his cock buried in her pussy. Another kneeled behind, his cock sliding in and out of her ass. A Third had his cock in her mouth as she sucked greedily. Kate felt a man stand behind her. A hand caressed her bottom. "Me and my friends want you young lady." Kate turned to see an older man, late forties she would have guessed. Shorter than Mike and with a pot belly he was not immediately attractive but a glance down between his legs confirmed that his most important feature was all that it needed to be. The man took her arm and led her to a cluster of sofas where 3 other black guys, all in their forties and fifties sat stroking their big black cocks. "What's your name sweetie?" asked one of the men. "Kate" came the nervous reply. "Well me and my friends are all going to fuck you Kate. So come here and suck my cock." With a slight push Kate moved towards the man who had spoke to her, giving her orders to suck cock. She knelt quickly and reached for the stiff cock in front of her. She looked up at the man as she took hold of his cock, a man old enough to be her father, a man whose name she did not know. But he was a man who had made it clear that he intended to use Kate for his sexual pleasure along with his friends and that turned Kate on so much that there was no hesitation in following his commands. She placed her lips on the top of his cock and let it slide into her mouth. His smell filled her nostrils, the sweaty salty taste filled her mouth with bitter taste of piss just apparent. As she sucked his cock she heard another of the men comment on her ass – firm and shapely. One of them slapped her bottom, the sound ringing in her ears. Is hand remained there and then slid between her thighs to tease her pussy. Kate moaned, the sound muffled by cock. "What do you think her husband would say if he could see her now" one of the men remarked to another. As the men laughed Kate pondered the question. She had become a slut, a lover of black cock. It would surely mean the end of her marriage. "Service my friends Kate" ordered the man whose cock she was sucking. So that's what Kate did. She knelt in turn and sucked each of their cocks. "Now for the main event gentleman" said the owner of the first cock and apparently the leader of the group. "Ron, you take her pussy and I'll fuck her ass." 'Ron' lay on the floor and the others manoeuvred Kate so that she was astride him, his fat cock sliding into her pussy. She gasped as it slid into her up to the hilt. The leader knelt behind her pushing her over so that her asshole was accessible. This was going to hurt thought Kate. John had fucked in her the ass but he was much smaller that any of these guys, and she had only used the dildo Lucy had lent her a few times to prepare for this moment. Fortunately one of the guys had brought some lube that was cruelly pushed into her ass by one of the leader's fingers. "Get ready Kate" mocked the leader as he started to force his hard cock into her tight asshole. Kate felt her hole stretch painfully wide crying out in pain. The men laughed and the leader of the group continued pushing his cock into her bottom. Kate had never felt anything like it, the mix of pain and pleasure created by the 2 cocks deep inside her. Eventually the cock in her ass was fully in and Kate let of a moan of pleasure and pride. "She loves it man. The dirty white whore." The 2 men began thrusting into her making Kate moan over and over again. She was close to cumming again. She looked at the 2 other men. One was moving his cock close to her mouth, whilst the other was stroked his cock, enjoying the live sex show Kate was providing. Kate's second orgasm broke over her as black cock was forced into her mouth. The men fucking her continued regardless, her pleasure secondary to theirs. Laughter and crude comments about Kate's slutty behaviour were shared between the men until eventually the man fucking her pussy shot his cum deep inside her. Moments later Kate felt her ass filled with cum, the sensation making her cum for a third time. The two other men quickly took the places of the first two and once again Kate was filled with black cock. By the time they had added their spunk to that of their friends Kate had cum again. The leader of the group had also shot his cum for a second time; having enjoyed Kate's mouth he had pulled out and cum all over Kate's face and hair. Not Your Average Girls' Night Out "Off you go slut. We've finished with you now." Kate stood proudly, saying nothing. Yes she was a slut and she loved it. She walked away looking for Lucy, keen to thank her for bringing her to this place of pleasure. Kate glanced at her watch. It was only 10pm and the club was open till one. Another three hours thought Kate. Another three hours to enjoying being a slut to the many black men in the club.