14 comments/ 15791 views/ 15 favorites Black Out Ch. 01 By: PoisonAddict Just a heads up--This is my first post and I hope you like it. If not, then just don't read. Comments are always appreciated. -------------------------------------------------- The gyrating bodies and the overly loud music filled the room, mixing with the smell of smoke, sweat, and sex. The lights flashed rhythmically, and I couldn't stop the slight smile that came to my face, tilting my lip ring with it. The club that I worked at, named Black Out, was probably the best one yet; it was sexy without being skeavy, and even while sex and drugs were offered if you had the right amount of cash in your wallet, nothing ever got out of hand. "Hey, handsome," said a voice to my right and I chuckled, immediately recognizing Laura's voice even when the pumping lyrics playing over the speakers. "I thought you had the night off?" I turned to the spunky red head and winked. "I couldn't stay away from that hot body for that long. It was torture," I teased, and was gave an appreciative grin for the compliment. "Don baled so I took over his shift," I said truthfully, and Laura nodded. "Figured. I'm sure he's gonna get fired soon, anyway, Nix. Did you hear the news?" She had to lean close to shout in my ear, and I got the scent of something sweet, like coconut and some other tropical fruit. "No, what?" "The head honcho's here. Apparently, he actually decided to walk among us mere mortals for a night." I raised an eyebrow, silently telling her to go on. "Yeah. Apparently, we've been getting a bad rap and he wants to make sure it's just a bunch of crap from our competitors." "You shittin' me? This place is like a fucking haven!" I shook my head. "I bet he's pissed to all hell." "You have no idea. Luckily, besides Jesus being sick off his ass and Don skipping out, it's been a pretty good night. No fights or overly horny males." Laura's eyes suddenly locked on a busty blond across the room, and she licked her lips in hunger. "I'll talk to you later, Nix. I see some tits just dying to be licked." I laughed and gave her a friendly shove. "Be safe," I said, as usual when Laura spotted her prey and decided to go in for the kill. With a shake of my head, I wondered off upstairs, which was a few rooms sectioned off for employees only. Two bathrooms, male and female, sat off to the right with a slightly larger room for relaxing on break and a mini fridge off to the side if we needed to stash something in it. On the other side of the upstairs was a storage room and an office, the head honcho's--as Laura referred to him--office, that had sat unused since I had started working as a server. Rafael Nives, or Rafe, as he's often called by the higher-ups, had taken a run down, rat infested building and turned it into one of the most successful clubs in the city. Really, from what I had heard, the guy was a complete miracle worker, with the looks and money to boot. I walked into the men's bathroom, absently wondering what he would look like, since there were no pictures of him and he never showed his face. Tall? Short? Charismatic, of course, and probably a little on the older side. The door creaked open as I zipped up my jeans and looked over to see some one entering. "Hey," I said with a frown. "Who the hell're you?" I asked, realizing this guy didn't work here. "You're not supposed to be up here. Go use the john downstairs." The man kept coming closer, and I couldn't even see his features. The black hoodie he wore was pulled on over his head, his face shadowed from me, and the dimly shining lightbulb above didn't exactly help. Uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach and I backed away. "I think you should go," I tried to growl out threateningly, but my voice broke slightly at the end. The man lifted his head, and our eyes locked--his an abnormally bright blue, and he pulled his lips back from his teeth, making an awful noise deep in his throat. I stared in horror as his canines elongated, saliva dripping from the pointed edges. "Oh, fuck 'me,'" I groaned as the vampire came closer. "I am so fucking 'tired' of you fangers!" He rushed me, grabbing my hair and yanking my head back hard, exposing my throat. He buried his head in my neck, and I felt a flash of pain which was followed by a moan that seemed to be wrenched out of me. It felt like he had set fire to my blood, the pain so excruciating that I became paralyzed for a brief moment. Soon, though, I managed to regain control and slid a pencil out of my back pocket, shoving it deep into the leech's chest. He gave a terrible, ear-piercing shriek, and I jerked away from him as he fell on the floor, convulsing before he finally lie still. With hesitance, I nudged him with the toe of my boot, but he didn't move, and I heaved a sigh of relief, deciding to lock the bathroom door behind me and just leave him there. Vampire bodies decomposed a lot quicker than human ones, turning into a dust-like substance within hours. I whistled as I walked back downstairs, looking for Laura but finding that she was gone. With a grimace, I checked my watch, seeing that my shift was over for the night. I didn't want to stay another minute, not after getting chewed on, but as I stood to leave, I felt a hand grab my arm. I looked up and scowled, seeing Luke, who was one of Mr. Nives' closest friends and also the manager. "What can I do for you, Lukas?" I asked politely, pointedly looking at my watch, then the door. "Rafe wants a word," he said grimly, and my stomach sunk around my feet. I followed compliantly, not knowing what else to do and having no where to run. Back up the stairs I had just come down, and across the hall. Luke knocked on a door and there was a low, gruff, "Come in." He pushed open the door before dragging me in with him, and it slammed behind the both of us, causing me to flinch. I looked around the room before I let my eyes fall on the man in the chair. He took my breath away. He was far too rugged to be beautiful, but he certainty wasn't nearly as old as I was expecting, maybe only twenty-six to my rather young twenty-one. His hair was midnight black and tied into a low ponytail at the nape of his neck, a single strand hanging in front of his face. As if to balance it, there was a scar on his other cheek, running from temple to jaw line, and it was obvious that he hadn't shaved in a day or two. The word 'gorgeous' flashed through my mind and I couldn't help but stick with it--it was the only word that I could apply to this man's looks. Simply gorgeous. "Nicolas Hatch. Twenty one years old, lives alone, single. No family to speak of. No close friends. An ex-heroin addict. My, my, you've got quite the rap sheet here, 'Nix.'" For some reason, my nickname coming off of his lips sounded condescending, sarcastic, as if he were mocking me. I straightened my posture. "The past is the past," I said with a casualness that I definitely didn't feel. "Let's cut straight to the point, shall we? Just an hour ago, you murdered a colleague of mine." Rafe's low voice, telling me these words, made me gape at him. "Wh-what the hell are you talking about?" "The vampire. In the bathroom," Rafe said, seeming to gauge my reaction. After a moment, it finally sunk in. I knew that Black Out had a lot of vampire clientele, I just didn't know that one ran it. "Oh, for fuck's sake! He tried to 'eat' me. It was self defense!" Rafe stood and rubbed his chin. "That may be very well, but you're still in a lot of trouble. Killing one of our own is punishable by death." I tensed at his words. "However," he continued, "I think I have a better proposition." "What?" I asked tiredly, suddenly very wary of the fanger in front of me. "Be my slave." Black Out Ch. 02 I hardly left the house after my boss did that to me. I started to gain weight, I ordered out and had food delivered to me. I would watch TV all day and night. I refused to look for a new job. I have yet to get an abortion. My life was unraveling. I couldn't wait to see Tyler again. I didn't care that he was my brother. I wanted him just the same. I had to wait another week. I couldn't stand it much longer. I looked through some pictures we had taken before we got into all the sexual experimentation. I forgot how happy we were. I felt unsatisfied, worthless. I couldn't handle this much longer. I needed human contact. I forgot how fun the gangbang was. I wanted to do it again; there were a few things that I wanted to try. I felt bad for how I just used those guys as my sexual servants. I bet most of them are really nice guys, and would love to meet me in the real world away from any kind of sexual encounter. But that's all I wanted. I seriously don't care if their nice people or not. Whether I would like them more than Tyler. I just wanted them for sex, and that was it, nothing more, nothing less. I'm sorry if I sound like a racist, but I want black dick only for sexual pleasures. Then the phone rang. I looked at the caller ID. I didn't recognize the number. I answer it anyways. "Hello," I stutter as I pick up the phone. "Crystal," the voice on the other end asks. "Yes," I reply, "who is this?" "It's well," he pauses, "this is going to be embarrassing, but I met you the other day." "Where," I ask. "The hotel room," he says in a nervous tone, "I was one of the..." "Oh," I say with relief, "how was I? Did you like it?" "Yes," he laughs. "So how did you get my number," I ask. "I looked in your purse and found a business card," he admits. "How did you get my home number," I ask. "Oh," he stutters, "I got your company's business directory and called you." "So what do you want," I ask. "You," he says with confidence. "Unfortunately I don't return the sentiment," I say with ease. "Why not," he asks. "Well," I say before taking a deep breath, "it's not that I don't want you, it's just that I don't want you." "What," he asks in surprise. "Look," I reply, "I want you, but I want more of you." "What are you getting at," he asks in frustration. "I want another gangbang," I say in a loud tone. "Sorry," he says. "Could you organize one for me," I ask. "Maybe," he says, "when do you want to do it?" "Tonight," I say with confidence. "That's short notice," he laughs. "Well it can't be hard," I reply, " just tell them that there is a bad ass white girl at home who wants a gangbang." "Are you serious," he asks. "Yes," I say in a stern voice. "Okay," he replies, "what time is good for you?" "It's two right now," I start, "how about around eight." "Alright," he says, "where are we going to do it?" "My house," I say before giving him my address. "I'll see what I can do," he says, "I'll call you before I get there." "Thank you," I smirk. "Don't you want to know my name," he asks. "No," I laugh, "I just want your dick!" "Okay," he laughs before he hangs up. I then start to get ready; I find one of Tyler's butt plugs. I clean it up and lube it up and stick it in my ass. I want to be ready this time. I keep it in while I take a shower, and do other things. When I did this last time my ass was not ready. It will be tonight. I masturbate a little bit to get my pussy ready. I start to get nervous, as I get ready. I find some of my hip-hop clothes, and yes they still fit. I didn't gain that much weight, unlike what you the reader might think. I paint my toenails while watching some TV. I grab a quick drink of pineapple juice after they dry. How long will this take? I need this so bad! I can't believe I'm going to do this again. I notice that the zero hour is approaching. I'm still waiting for that guys phone call. I put on my heels and hip-hop clothes. I put my make up on and I realize I look hot. I look banging. I'm really fucking desirable. If these guys don't want me they must be gay. And the phone rings. "Hello," I say while looking at myself. "Crystal," he says, "it's me from earlier." "Where you at," I ask. I hear the doorbell ring. "Real close," he laughs. "Be there in one second," I say before hanging up. I walk out to the front door. I open it up to reveal at least 15 black guys. "Holy shit," I say in amazement, "come in guys and have a seat in the living room." I lead them to the living room. Most of them try to grab a seat on my small couch. But they realize that some will have to sit on the floor or grab a chair from the kitchen. One guy whips out his dick. "Slow down," I say while grabbing it and putting it away, "we'll get there soon enough." "Sorry," he says before laughing. "Okay," I laugh, "let's go through a few rules. You guys have seen Reservoir Dogs right?" A few say yes and nod and a couple looked confused. I notice that not all of them are the stereotype hip-hop rapper or whatever look you might imagine. But most of them do. I take a deep breath before I start my speech. "Okay, let's do this thing. I'm Crystal, a few days ago I had a gangbang, and someone called me and I decided to got through with it. There are a few ground rules you must adhere to. First this is my house and you will respect it. If anything is missing or broken I will kick your ass. Next, you know my name; I don't want to know yours. If you tell me I'll forget it. No kissing, a little is okay, but it's a little too intimate, so if you kiss me don't expect any tongue. But if I kiss you, just go with the flow. I can say what ever I want, that includes the n-word. So if you have problem, I'm not sorry. My shoes stay on! Like I said at the last gangbang, I don't care if I break my neck, they stay on! If you take them off I will kill you! No condoms! I probably should be using, but you only live once. Once you cum you leave. I want all of you out of here as soon as possible. If you want to cum twice, let me know, but no thirds. You can cum wherever you want, but not in my eyes. If you do you will be asked to leave. I hate that shit when it gets in my eyes! I think that should be about it. Any questions?" A few of them look at each other and me. No one opens their mouths. "No questions," I say, "let's get started, now who whipped his dick out?" "I did," he says standing up. "Carry me to my room," I say as he grabs me. He carries me to my room and the rest follow. He gingerly places me on the bed. I get on my stomach and unzip his pants. I take out his flaccid black monster. It stays limp as I begin to suck it. But all of my worries disappear when it gets hard. A few of the other guys get naked. I stay clothed while I suck his dick. I notice a few of the guys getting nervous and impatient. They seem to be happier when I stop sucking on his and take the next monster cock. Most of them fuck my face hard and I'm almost in tears when they get done. I think I suck most of them before I finally decide to take off my clothes. I get off the bed and grab three of the guys. "Strip me down," I say breathing deeply. They comply and take my clothes off. They kiss and caress my body as they take the clothes off. I then jump back on the bed. I get on my back. A few of the guys look at me funny as I spread my legs. "It ain't gonna lick itself," I say jamming a finger inside my pussy. They each take turns licking my pussy and asshole. A few of them fuck my face as I lay on my back. It's strange lying on the bed as guys start fucking my face again. I feel a finger or two probe my asshole. It's been stretched out a little so I'm more prepared for it this time. They lick for what seems like an eternity. Then one of them finally puts his monster cock inside of me. It feels good, but I can't see who it is. The rest of them take turns at my mouth. I can tell that a few of them have switched out. I finally get a look at the man's face when they stop fucking mine. A few then take their dicks and force them back into my mouth. I like the taste of my pussy, it tastes good, maybe too good! I then sit up and instruct one of them to get on the bed with me. I mount him and begin to ride him. Another guy begins to face fuck me. Finally one guy fucks my ass. The feeling is intense! I make small talk with the guy who is on the bottom. I kiss him gently. "So," I say before a dick is shoved in my mouth. "Yeah," he replies. "What do you," I say before another dick interrupts my conversation, "do for a living." "Nothing," he smirks before another dick flies into my mouth. This routine continues for almost ten minutes. I then get off of the guy and another takes his spot. But I get in the anal reverse cowgirl position, so they can take turns with my pussy. I try to make small talk with whoever is fucking my pussy, but to no avail. They ram my pussy like there's no tomorrow. It hurts a little bit more each time someone pulls out. I feel one guy cum in my ass. I then pull myself off of him. I tell him he can go home or try to cum again. I feel it leak out as another guy takes his place. But he doesn't put it in my ass he puts it in my pussy. Then I feel an even greater pleasure. "Fuck," I yell out so loud I'm sure the neighbor can hear. "You like that," one of them exclaims. I realize that two huge black cocks are in my pussy. It feels incredible. I can't even begin to explain the sensation. It's unlike anything I've ever felt before. Two huge cocks inside of me are completely insane. I never felt this before. I want more. I don't think a third in my tight white pussy. "Shit," I say as I pull myself off the last guy, "look at that stretched out pussy!" "Fuck yeah," one of them, says. "Okay," I smirk, "now let's see how many will fit in my ass. I then get back into the original position. I place the guys dick, which I'm sure, was in my ass, back in my pussy. They then take turns pounding my ass again. "Come on guys," I demand, "my ass wants two cocks in it!" "Chill you stupid white bitch," one of them yells out. Then I feel it! A burn so intense I can barely describe it. My ass feels like it's going to explode. I can feel their cocks rubbing up against each other and the interior of my ass. It feels so insane, and so painful, yet it feels good. As they get done double fucking my ass they force their cocks in my mouth. I don't care if they've been in my ass! I love going ass to mouth. The taste is exciting and the rush is exhilarating. Then the unbelievable happens. All three of the dicks inside of me cum nearly at the same time. One in my pussy and two in my ass! It feels good as the hot cum splashes around inside of me. "Holy shit," I yell out. I then pull myself off the guys. "I want cum," I say jumping off the bed. The guys get in a circle around me. I begin to suck on their massive cocks. One of them cums quickly as he tries to get it in my mouth. But it drips on the rug. Thankfully nearly every single one of them violently fucks my face. Most of them cum in my mouth. I swallow nearly every drop. A few want to cum in me and I comply jumping back on the bed as they either cum in my pussy or ass. One guy's cum burns bad! Another's is nice and smooth. They begin to leave as they cum. A few stick around and cum twice. But mostly they leave. The last guy cums in my mouth. I swallow it with pride. He then collects his clothes and leaves. I walk him out of the house and thank him for a great time. I then take a thirty-minute shower, in which I douche both my pussy and ass. I towel off and go to the living room and watch some TV in my pajamas. Then it hits me. "Who the fuck was the guy who called me," I say out loud. I'll probably will never know. I can't wait to see you Tyler. To be continued in My Wife My Sister, My Husband My Brother, I promise!! Black Out Ch. 02 Hey, thanks for the comments, guys! Really nice to know people like my writing. Okay, I'll smush together two chapters this time 'cause I didn't realize how short the first one was... So not only is this Nix's blackmail, but also his first day working for the incredibly hunky Rafe. :D Happy reading! ------------------------------------------- "Wh-what?" I asked, hoping I had heard him wrong. "What did you just say?" Rafael simply smiled at me, coming closer till we were toe-to-toe. I couldn't look him in the eye, so he simply tilted my chin up, though I still refused to meet his gaze. Instead, I looked at the small, upside down cross hanging from his left ear. Obviously, someone didn't believe in God, or if he did, he didn't have warm and fuzzy feelings for the 'great being above.' "You heard me perfectly fine, Nicolas, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to repeat myself. I said 'be my slave.' As long as I can keep a leash on you and claim you as mine, no one--vampire or human--is allowed to lay a hand on you." "But I'm not 'really' gonna be your slave... Right?" Rafe gave a feral grin. "We wouldn't want to be lying now, would we? You're quite beautiful and I wouldn't mind it greatly if I had you as a pet." The word pet sent a disgusted turn in my stomach. I had seen what happens to vampires' 'pets.' Often times they were left broken and mindless, no better than heavy drug addicts. Raped, beaten, bitten, whatever, and they still loved the leeches they call master. "Fuck you," I growled, my voice trembling, terrified. What was worse; death, or the fate that surely awaited me if I turned to this blackmailing asshole? Besides, pets usually meant sex, and no way in hell was I having sex with a man, much less a parasitic one. "All in good time," he said, gesturing for Luke to go. "Leave us," he ordered, and I felt a rush of panic as I realized my only savior was going to leave me alone with a bloodsucker. I was about to reach out to keep him in the room when the door closed behind him, locking me in with the beautiful yet lethal Rafe. I could admit that he was astonishing looking, but that didn't mean I wanted to fuck him. I backed up till I hit the wall, my hands in front of me to ward him off. "Look, Mr. Nives, I think I'd rather be drained than become some fanger's fuck toy. And being bitten hurts like a bitch, so that's saying something." Rafe tilted his head slightly with a curious expression. "Tell me, Nicolas. How many times have you been bitten?" I frowned, wondering what he was getting at. "Eleven?" I guessed, not really knowing. I knew the number was some where around there but I didn't care to remember the experiences, preferring to put them behind me. After all, none of them was pleasant. "Interesting. And none of these times have you felt any pleasure from it?" "Look, just what the hell are you getting at?" I asked, and Rafe came close again. I had to look away. I had heard that simply looking into a vampire's eyes could hypnotize you, and while I didn't know if this was true or not, I had no desire to find out. Rafe grabbed my chin again, forcing me to look at him. I couldn't help it; curiosity got the better of me and our eyes met--his a strange purple color that was not normal but beautiful all the same. I tried to close my eyes, but couldn't, and I didn't know if it was because he was controlling me or I was simply too mesmerized to do it. "It doesn't have to hurt," he murmured, leaning down to lightly nip my chin. "If you don't fight it, it feels like sex," he growled out, his tone low and husky, and my cock reacted with gusto. I silently told it to go back down, but it didn't listen, hardening even more when Rafe's lips--hot and wet--moved from my chin to my neck. A thrill of pleasure shot through me when he lightly nipped, his teeth gently scraping against my skin, and I made a small noise between a moan of need and a whimper of terror. "Shh, it's okay," he said softly, stroking my hair. "It's not going to hurt. It'll feel like a pinprick," he soothed, and I found his voice surprisingly relaxing. "That's it..." I swallowed hard. "P-please d-d-don't," I stuttered, unable to get myself under control. I was both amazingly aroused and deathly afraid of the man pressing me against the wall, his body flush against mine. I could feel his erection through his tight jeans, pressing against my lower stomach, and a flash of heat went through me, my own cock pressing almost painfully against my fly, eager to be let out. "Just relax, Nicolas. It won't hurt if you relax..." His hands moved up and down on my arms, and I felt his tongue flick lightly at my pulse, causing it to race faster. My own body was betraying me, at war with my head. I felt another brush of teeth, harder this time, and clenched my hands into fists, not knowing what to do with them--use them to push him away, or try to pull him closer? In the end, I did neither, just standing there, trying to breath normally even as I was on the verge of hyperventilating. "Mr. Nives, d-don't," I whispered, but he ignored me. Slowly, I felt a stinging pain begin in my neck, surprisingly gentle even while it burned. Still, even that made my cock throb, the light pleasure-pain making me moan. Rafe grabbed my hips, pulling me against him, and sunk his fangs all the way into me. For a moment, I could feel his heart race in time with mine, could feel the need in him echoed through me. Then it shattered as he sucked hard, drinking my blood, and I cried out. With every pull, it felt like he was doing the same thing to my cock--sucking it hard and long, desperate to get more. It was painful, but it felt so damn good that I would've collapsed if not for his arms wrapped around me, safe and warm for reasons unknown. "Aaaah, 'Rafe'!" I cried, grinding myself against him. I teetered on the brink of what I knew would be one of the best orgasms I ever had, and Rafe dug his fangs in deeper. A shock of pleasure went through me, making my whole body shudder as I climaxed, my pants soon becoming wet with my own cum. I rocked my hips against the vampire's leg, crammed between both of mine, and trembled from the aftershocks. Shockingly, even after my intense orgasm, my dick hadn't yet gone flaccid, still retaining the hardness as if I had never come. In fact, it was even harder than before, creating a rather noticeable bulge in the front of my pants. I felt Rafe's fangs slide out of me, just as slowly as they punctured my flesh, and his lips glided over my ear. "'That,' my dear Nicolas, is what feeding is supposed to feel like." I swallowed hard, disgusted with myself for enjoying it, disgusted with myself for wanting more even as I knew it was wrong. "Let me go," I whispered, feeling violated, yet warm and content in the vampire's arms. After a moment, Rafe did as I said, his eyes dark as they watched me. His gaze slid over me, smiling as it came across the boner I was currently sporting. Instead of being good and disappearing, it twitched behind my zipper, and I felt my face turn dark with shame and embarrassment. "Nicolas, your body's reactions are nothing to be ashamed about. In fact, it really is quite a turn on to know that you liked it so much." I said nothing, turning for the door. "Oh, and Nicolas?" I stopped. "I expect you to be here tomorrow at seven thirty sharp. Failing to do so will result in punishment," Rafe said, his tone suddenly razor sharp. "And you will refer to me as Sir or Master. Have I made myself clear." Rage boiled my blood. "Crystal... 'Sir,'" I added sarcastically, almost as an afterthought. I didn't bother to turn around to see his expression, instead walking out the door and slamming it closed behind me. ............ I quickly threw on a pair of too-tight leather pants that showed off all my, eh-hem, 'assets,' and added a torn black shirt to match that showed more skin than hid it. The floor length mirror attached to the bathroom door showed a five foot eight guy with blond spiky hair, eyeliner, and a body that was neither scrawny nor ripped, but reached a perfect point in between. For a brief moment, I thought about slipping on my glasses instead of wearing my contacts, but sighed and quickly ruled it out, putting in the prescription lenses. Geek chic mixed with male stripper/biker didn't exactly mix well. Satisfied, I checked the time on my phone and grimaced when I realized it wasn't that far off from being seven thirty. While I pretty much loathed Rafe, and would gladly never see him again, I was afraid of what my punishment would be if I was late. Fortunately, it only took me a couple of minutes to walk to the club from my shabby, slightly run-down apartment complex. Black Out was already pumping music as the usual crowd and a few new-comers filed in, being checked out by the bouncer--Romeo--at the door. I slid in and made my way upstairs, looking at my phone again and knocking on the door one minute before my time was up. "Come in." I did, seeing Rafe at his desk, typing something on a laptop that hadn't been there the previous night. He looked up and smiled at me. "Right on time, Nicolas. Would you like something to drink?" He asked, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. "No." He raised an eyebrow. "No, what?" For a moment, I completely forgot what I was supposed to call him, and I thought about feigning innocence, then sighed. "No, thanks, 'sir,'" I corrected, unable to help tacking in the sarcastic, bitter note at the end. "We're going to have to work on that attitude of yours, but first, I want to discuss your file with you. When did you start becoming addicted to heroin and other hard drugs?" I squirmed, uncomfortable with the subject. "When I was eighteen. I've been clean for a year now." "Why did you do it?" I squinted my eyes at Rafe. "That's personal." "Nothing is personal for you anymore. You're mine, remember? Now, why did you do it?" I openly glared at the fanger. "Because some fucked up shit happened to me, okay? Is that what you want to hear?" "And what, exactly, happened?" His scrutinizing gaze only pissed me off more. "Some fangers raped then killed my mom and sister right in front of me, then proceeded to rape me before trying to rip my throat out," I said, my tone cool and hateful. Whether it was directed at all vampires or just Rafe specifically at that moment, I wasn't sure. "So excuse me for not exactly joining the band wagon about this whole Master/Slave scenario." Rafe was quiet for so long I thought that I had ticked him off some how. "I know what happened to your parents--word of the incident had spread all over the community like wildfire. I also know that the surviving victim was, himself, a half vampire, from the father's side. You hate the very thing that you were born as, and it's quite sad that you've never experienced the... 'fun' side of vampirism. I would love to teach you, but you're too afraid of anything that has a set of fangs. But remember this, Nicolas: I will not hurt you while you are with me, and I will not force you into anything that your body does not want," he said softly, and somehow, his words comforted me. I shook off the feeling, slightly horrified that he knew what a freak of nature I was. It was a little late to deny it, though, since he had taken my blood the day before. I decided not to comment on any of that, instead skipping to the last part he had said. "Then what was last night, huh? 'Cause I sure as fuck didn't want that!" My voice had gone high and broke, something that always happened when I got angry, and something I always hated. Rafe examined me with those strange violet eyes of his, his long eyelashes casting pointed shadows across his cheeks. "You were obviously aroused when I fed from you. Your mind might have been fighting it, but you truly liked what I was doing to you." As he said this, he rose out of his chair and came around his desk to face me, tilting my chin up with a finger. "What little pain there was only stimulated you more, and you even reached an orgasm. Without having to touch yourself, I might add," he said with a wolfish, predatory grin. "You wanted it, Nicolas. You wanted it very, very badly." I shoved the vampire away from me. "Piss off," I said, turning around to walk back out the door. "Nicolas." Rafe's disapproving tone stopped me in my tracks, something like anger in his voice. "Don't forget. You walk out on me and you are a dead man. I am the only one who can save you from being sucked dried, fucked, and left in an ally like a forgotten whore." His crude words made me cringe as I got the mental image of my own death. It didn't take me long to make my decision, self preservation ruling over humiliation and degradation. "Fine. What do you want me to do?" I faced Rafe again and saw his satisfied smile. "I have a package I want you to deliver," he said, and I had to stop a snicker. He sounded exactly like a mob boss in one of those movies you see on cable television. "It's to a friend of mine." "Fine. I'll deliver your damn package. Anything else, 'Sir'?" "No. That will be all for now." He walked back over to his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out something square and wrapped in brown paper. Drugs? Money? A really hot porno? The size didn't hint at what it was, and it could've been pretty much anything. He handed to to me, and I hesitantly took it, the wrapping making a creaking sound as it fell into my hands. He handed me another piece of paper, and a glance at it told me that it was an address and a name. "Don't open it," he warned. "And trust me, I'll know if you do. I took your blood, remember?" Anger raced through me, clouding my vision. So he hadn't took my blood because he wanted to show me that it could be good, or because he was simply hungry. He did it so he could check in on me to make sure I was doing what I was supposed to. Sneaky, manipulative bastard. I didn't say another word as I walked out the door and left Black Out. I shoved the package in my leather coat as it started to rain, the water dripping off of my hair and washing out the carefully applied gel. I checked each street sign I passed, finally finding Bliler and took a quick turn, shivering as I heard a clap of thunder overhead. If I got sick because of Rafe, I was going to be pissed. After another couple minutes, I saw the right number. The house definitely wasn't what I expected from one of Rafe's friends. A dark blue with a broken out window and an unkempt yard, it didn't belong to a wealthy man. Still, it was none of my business, and I shrugged it off, giving a quick, loud rapt on the door. "Hey, is Ricky home?" I hollered, and the door creaked open ominously. I blinked and slowly stepped inside, looking around. The inside was sparse--the house was empty. No furniture or anything. "Hello?" I whispered, and even then, my quiet voice echoed around, bouncing off the walls and making it seem much louder than it was. The rain beat outside, a creepy background to the scene, and a shudder ran down my spine. I saw a pair of bright green eyes peer at me from what seemed to be the kitchen doorway. "Uh, Mr. Nives sent me," I said, pulling the package out of my inside coat pocket. The man, tall and gangly, gave two long strides and was standing in front of me, snatching it out of my hand. "Look what we have here..." He said, and I swallowed thickly as he reached out and I skirted his hand. "Rafe's little slave boy. Tell me, slave boy, has he fucked you yet? Of course he has. Rafe likes to fuck, doesn't he, Marybelle?" At the question, a woman slid over next to the man, and Marybelle smiled cruelly. Something inside of me screamed for me to run, and I did, but the door slammed and locked itself, barring me from escaping. "Oh, what a pretty little thing," Marybelle cooed. "Can we keep him, Joseph? Pretty please?" Something seemed wrong about the name, and I remember who I was supposed to give the thing to. "Where's Ricky," I said suspiciously, a sinking feeling in my gut. Joseph stepped aside and I saw an arm hanging out of the doorway, no body attached to the thing and blood pooled around it. I felt like I was gonna be sick. "Of course, Mary." Joseph came at me, and I tried to run, but he was too damn fast. I felt an arm wrap around my waist, and, for the third time in two days, a pair of fangs sank into my neck. Black Out Ch. 03 This is a new story about a new girl but I aptly titled it as such to show that it exists in the world of Tyler and Crystal. Enjoy! * "Boring," I say. "Why is it so boring," Abby asks. "I don't know what to say," I reply as I take a sip from my cosmo. "Well," she starts, "when was the last time you did anything experimental?" "I really can't remember," I confess. "I thought you and Derrick had a healthy sex life," she says as she finishes her drink. "We did," I say in a low tone, "but something went wrong, I guess. I mean we used to fuck like crazy. But after we both got new jobs and started making money we kind have drifted apart sexually." "You really should experiment," she says with a big smile as she gets off the couch and into her kitchen. "What do you mean," I start, "by experiment? Should I sleep with girls? Should we get toys?" "If you want," she says from the other room. "But," I say, "I'm so embarrassed to go to that sex store." "You shouldn't," she replies as she hands me another cosmo. "Yeah," I smirk, "I could never go into one of those things." "You're missing out," she replies. "How so," I ask. "Laura," she smiles, "anything you want they have it. Before David and me got divorced we would go there all the time. Now I go there alone, a lot." "Why do you go alone," I ask. "Because," she laughs, "I've met so many cute guys there. A lot of military boys shop there. And I've met girls." "I don't know," I reply, "I need to go out there and just experiment. But Derrick is so prissy and clean cut now. I just can't explain it." "When did you guys fuck last," she asks. "About three months ago," I reply. "Girl," she laughs, "it's been too long since you've gotten any dick! Or maybe you need some pussy!" "Maybe," I say taking a big gulp out of my drink, "I better get going. Derrick is going to be home soon." "Okay Laura," she smiles as we both stand up. "I guess I'll talk to you tomorrow," I say as she gives me a hug. "Love yaw," she says before giving me a brief kiss. "You too," I smile as I grab my purse and leave. I drive my car directly home. I notice Derrick is already there. I walk inside and notice that he's not in the living room. I walk to our computer room to find him there. "Hey," I say as I walk in the room. "Hey," he says not taking his eyes off the computer. "How long have you been home for," I ask. "Not long," he replies, "about fifteen minutes. I decided to bring the report home and work on it." "Oh," I say, "um, I'm going to make some dinner." "What are you going to make," he asks. "How many of those pre-made meals are left," I ask. "I think five or six," he replies while furiously typing away, "We need to get more." "I'll pick some up next week," I say as I walk out of the room. I make the dinner quick and eat it in a similar fashion. I watch TV for almost an hour. I walk back to the computer room to find him sitting there working on that stupid report. I walk up to him and put my hand on his shoulder. "What," he says in a shrill voice. "You okay," I ask. "Yeah," he smirks as he keeps typing, "it's just that we got this new boss and all he wants are reports due on time." "What's his name," I ask. "Tyler," he says as he keeps typing away, "how was work for you?" "Boring," I reply, "Abby and I went to her place for a drink." "How was that," he asks. "Fun," I reply. "Oh," he says, "how's David doing?" "They divorced a while ago," I reply. "I forgot," he says trying to play it off. "I'm going to go to the store real fast," I say as I leave the room, "did you want anything?" "No thanks," he replies. I get in my car and drive to the porn store that Abby told me about. I look around for a few minutes and buy a small vibrator. I then drive back home. I have absolutely nothing to do. I find Derrick still plugging away at the computer. I go into the bathroom and put a battery in my new vibe. I pull my skirt down and masturbate quickly. I don't really cum. I try to stay quite since Derrick is in the other room. When I finish I take the vibrator to our room. I put it in my dresser. I decide to go to sleep. The next day we go through our routine. We both take a shower separately and get dressed. He drives to work and I drive to work. I finish all my work while I'm there. I end up going to Abby's house again. Her boyfriend is there and he opens the door for me. He's black, which catches me off guard. "You must be," he starts. "Laura," I reply. "Abby told me about you," he smiles. "She did," I reply as he leads me to the living room. "Yeah," he smiles. "What did she say," I ask. "Nothing much," he says as I sit down on the couch. "Nothing much," I laugh. "Hey Laura," Abby says as she walks into the room with a cosmo for me. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend," I say as she sits down next to me. "Not really a boyfriend," she smiles, "more of a friend with benefits." "Oh," I smile as I take a sip of my drink. "I might be able to do something for you," she smiles as she begins to play with my auburn hair. "Really," I say as he sits next to me. "Oh yes," she laughs. I then feel his hand brush against my breast. "Huh," I say in disbelief as his hand grabs my right breast. He squeezes it slightly and is able to find my nipple. He then reaches into my blouse and begins to touch my breast with his fingers. He pinches my nipple and then pops it out of my bra. "Take your shirt off," Abby demands. "I feel strange about doing this," I grunt as he continues to fondle my breasts. "Don't," she says as she begins to unbutton my blouse, "this is something you've been wanting for a while." I let her and her friend continue to take my blouse off. I feel his cold hand pinch at my nipple as he slightly kisses me. Then I feel a hand reach into my skirt. It's my friend Abby and not him. I feel her finger probe inside of me. He continues to kiss me. I finally let his tongue penetrate my lips. Abby slowly fingers me and kisses my cheek. I then notice that one of my breasts is completely exposed and my blouse is wide open. Abby pops out my other breast. She begins to suck on my nipple. He takes his dick out. It's very big, much larger than Derrick's. I finally let go and grab onto it. I lean over and begin to give him head. It's huge and I have a hard time taking the whole thing in my mouth. I've never been with a black man before. I begin to get used to the feel of his huge member inside of me. I deep throat it once and almost throw up! "Damn," Abby says as she brushes my hair out of my face. "Fuck," I exclaim as I come up for air. Just then she pushes my head back onto his huge dick. She forces my face completely onto his dick. I begin to tear up as she holds my head in place. She lets me up and I sit on the couch. Her friend stands over me and spreads my legs apart. He slowly inches his penis inside of me. "You have a condom," I ask in fear. "No," he smiles as he continues to penetrate me. "I can't do this without a condom," I say as he places the entire length of his penis inside of me. "Relax," Abby tells me as her friend places my legs on his shoulders, "are you on the pill?" "No," I grunt as he pumps in and out of me quickly. "You're an adult," she smiles, "you can buy the morning after pill." "Fuck," I yell out as he pushes me into the couch. I feel my shoes touching the wall as he begins to fuck me. I'm afraid that I might damage her walls. He kisses me a few times as he pumps harder and harder. He keeps fucking me for what seems like an eternity. He then grabs my legs at the ankles and fucks me even harder. I notice that my panties are still around my left ankle. He then places them back on his shoulders and fucks me even harder than before. I look at my watch and realize I better get home soon. "I gotta go home," I yell out. "Cum," Abby demands of her friend. "Not in me please," I ask. "You can get the pill," she says as his seed flies into my pussy. "FUCK," I yell. His hot seed flies into me. I feel it splash inside of me a few times. It's warm, but it burns a little bit. He holds the back of my head as he kisses me one last time before letting me off the couch. I'm able to put my panties on and place my bra back on; Abby helps me get dressed as her friend leaves the room. "Don't worry," Abby smiles. "About what," I ask. "He had a vasectomy," she smiles. "Are you serious," I ask as I readjust my panties. "Yeah," she says as she helps me fix my hair. "Fuck," I say as his seed begins to leak out of me. "What," she asks. "Nothing," I reply, "I have to get home and make one of those high end frozen dinners." "Have fun," she says as she walks me to the door. "I'll try," I say as she gives me a quick kiss. "I'll call ya tomorrow," she says as I get into the car. I put the key in the ignition. I turn the key once to turn the radio on. Just then it hits me! I want to know who this mystery man is. I need to know. I search the car and find a pad of paper. I write my name, cell number, e-mail, work number, and home number on it. I take the key out and exit my car. I hear my heels click on the concrete as I run back to her front door. I knock once and Abby answers. "Laura," she says in disbelief. "Where's your friend," I ask. "Let me get him," she replies as she walks back into the house, "have a seat on the couch." I comply and notice where my shoes hit on the wall. Shit, I think, I hope she doesn't notice that I scratched her wall. I look at the paper with all my numbers and contact information on it and realize I'm basically going to give this guy my entire life. "Welcome back," he says as he enters the room. "Hello," I say as I stand up to greet him. "How are you," he asks as he gives me a hug and a quick kiss. "Much better," I start, "I was wondering if maybe you could give me a call sometime." "Sure," he smiles as I give him the paper. "What's your name," I ask. "Why do you ask," he smirks. "I want to know the name of the man who gave me the best sex ever," I say wrapping my hands around the back of his neck. "Kamal," he smiles as I give him a big kiss. "All right Kamal," I say as I let go of him, "call me anytime." "When's a good time," he asks. "Anytime baby," I say as I start to leave. When I get home Derrick is still stuck at the computer. I feel as if he never left it in the first place. I wonder if he'll get that report done. We barely talk when I get home. I make another dinner and go to sleep. I have a dream about Kamal and how he fucked me. I want him so bad! The next day at work, all I think about is how he fucked me. Even though it was brief, I needed that so bad. Derrick would never dick me down like that. I start working on my reports and finish them up quickly. I guess Derrick could learn a thing or two from me. Suddenly the phone rings right before I go on lunch. "This is Laura how may I help you," I say in an upbeat voice. "Laura, it's me Kamal," he says in his sexy voice. "Hello," I say in quiet voice, "how are you?" "Good," he says, "have you eaten lunch yet?" "No," I reply, "I was just going to go in a minute." "Meet me in the parking garage," he says, "I'll get you lunch." "What kind of car do you have," I ask. "Black Mercedes," he replies, "see you in a few." "You too, bye," I say as we both hang up. I get up from my desk and walk to the garage and find the black Mercedes. It's next to my car. I see him roll his window down just enough for me to see his hand wave me over. All the windows are tinted. I open the passenger side door and sit down. I look over to him and kiss him. "So," I say looking at his crotch. "Yes," he says looking at me. "I think I know what I want for lunch," I smile as my hand reaches towards his pants. I help him unzip his pants and pull out his huge dick. It's semi-hard, but nearly fully erect. I spit in my hand and begin to give him a hand job. When it gets fully erect, I place my entire mouth on his monster. I try and deep throat it several times, but the size overwhelms me. I keep sucking at it until I run out of breath. I come up for air briefly and then begin to suck on it some more. "Damn," he grunts, "Abby was right!" "About what," I ask as I take my mouth off his dick before shoving it back in me. "You needed some dick," he replies, "now keep sucking till I cum!" "Yes," I say coming up for air again. "Shut the fuck up," he says putting my mouth back on his large dick. I keep sucking and he keeps pushing my face onto his dick. I gag a few times and I begin to tear up again. He slaps my ass briefly, and reaches into my blouse to feel my tits. I keep sucking at his dick and I taste the pre cum. I hear him grunt and moan as he is reaching orgasm. He keeps moving my head up and down his large shaft and finally he cums. His salty seed invades my mouth. It flies out in two quick bursts and I try not to gag as I try to keep it in my mouth. "Swallow that shit," he demands. It takes me two times to get all of it down. I feel like I'm going to throw up. But much to his delight I keep it down. "Holy shit," I say in exhaustion. "How was it bitch," he asks. "The best," I say readjusting my clothes. "What are you doing after work," he asks. "Whatever you want," I reply. "We're going shopping," he says. "For what," I ask. "You'll see," he says, "I've got to get you ready for my friends." "Friends," I say in surprise. "You've got a busy weekend ahead of you," he says. "What am I going to do," I ask looking into his eyes. "Surprise," he says in a stern voice, "tell your husband that you're going to Abby's house. But meet me at the mall, in the food court. And then we'll go shopping. If you get home late tell your hubby that you got bogged down in girl shit. Now get the fuck out of my fucking car!" "Yes," I say exiting his car. I walk back to the office and use the bathroom and notice my visibly pregnant co-worker. She smiles at me and walks out. I look at my face in the mirror and wipe away the tears that messed up my makeup. I reapply more makeup and take a leak. I forget to wash my hands. I go back to my desk and finish my reports. After work I go to my car and drive to the mall and find Kamal in the food court wearing a nice suit. "Hey," I smile. "Hey," he says as he gets up from his chair. "How are you," I ask as I give him a hug. "Good," he replies, "we've got to get you ready." "Oh," I say as I take his hand. "Follow me," he demands. I comply and follow him to the Nieman Marcus store. He sees a young lady and she approaches us. "May I help you," she asks. "Yes," he starts, "Laura go sit down over there for a minute." "Yes," I say as I walk away to the chair near the entrance. I sit and watch the two talk. I see her get a big smile on her face. Then Kamal signals to me and I walk back to her. "We've been expecting you," the young lady says. I grab Kamal's hand and the young lady leads us to an empty room. I notice a few other workers walk in with clothing racks. The young lady sets a chair down for Kamal and I stand up waiting for further instructions. "Are you ready," the young lady asks. "Me," I ask. "Yes ma'am," she replies. "She's ready," Kamal says. The young lady then takes me to one of the dressing rooms and several other of her co-workers follow me into the large dressing room. They undress me and give me some strange hip-hop and rap style clothes. They put them on me and present me to Kamal. He passes on the first outfit, and the second. He decides to keep the heels from the second outfit. I feel strange wearing these clothes, but it is fun to play. The clothing people sneak a couple of cheap feels on me. I don't mind most of them might be gay. He decides on another pair of heels and a new necklace. He keeps changing his mind on the shoes. I've tried on at least ten pairs. He likes the short skirts, and the wife beaters. He finally decides on two outfits. I model them both and he likes them so much that he buys them both. I see him take out an American Express Black card. The workers take me back into the room and undress me and put my old clothes on. They then lead me out of the dressing room. "You ready," he asks. "As ever," I reply taking his hand. He leads me out of the mall and to his car. He drives me to my car. We don't say much. "Thanks for the clothes," I smile. "You're welcome," he says, "same time on Saturday. You're going to get your hair done and a few other things. You and Abby need to look immaculate for my friends." "Oh we will," I say opening the door. "Hang on," he says unzipping his pants, "you owe me!" I engulf his penis with my mouth. I still have the taste of his cum in my mouth when I get to my house. It's not too late but once again Derrick is doing his reports on the computer. I have another frozen dinner for dinner. I go to bed and when I get up Derrick is gone. In the morning I take a shower and get ready for work. When I leave I notice a box is on my door. It reads: Open me NOW!! I open it to reveal the clothes that were purchased, an appointment at a hair stylist at three, a note that says that I have reservations for two at the nicest restaurant in town, and directions to put my new clothes on right after work. It says that I have to be there at exactly six. I then put the box in the car and drive to work. I'm so excited at work I barely finish my work. I just sit there and think about Kamal and a few other things. I don't care that I'm cheating on Derrick. I really like Kamal now! He's given me everything that Derrick wishes that he could. I leave early from work, around two. I change into the new clothes in the bathroom. I look different, and sexy. I wonder what they're going to do to my hair at the hairdresser. When I leave my office the pregnant lady stares at me. I feel nervous around her. I drive to the hairdresser really fast. When I get there, I realize it's one of those places where black ladies go. I feel strange going in there. But the lady that greets me is real nice. "You must be Laura," she says. "Yes I am," I smile. "Right this way," she says as she leads me to the back of the hair salon. She sits me down at the sink and wraps a towel around my neck. "Don't worry about paying you friend took care of everything," she says as she begins to wash my hair. She doesn't say much as she dries my hair either. She just dries my hair and braids the front part of it. I look different, but I like the look. She barely cuts any hair off. When she finishes it's nearly five thirty. I don't think I'll make it to the restaurant. I get in my car and speed away to the place. When I get there, my car is taken by the chauffer. I realize that I have only five minutes to spare. "May I help you," the Maitre d' asks. "I have a reservation at six," I reply "Yes," he smiles, "you must be Laura, right this way." Several of the patrons look at me funny. But I could care less. I like my new clothes and they probably cost more than some of the other customers. He seats me at a booth in a dark corner of the room. He hands me a menu. There is a glass of wine all ready on the table. I take a sip as I sit down. "Your server will be here shortly," he says as he walks away. "Thank you," I reply. I sit down and open the menu. I notice a note is attached to the menu. It's in an envelop with my name on it. I open it up and read it. It reads: Take your panties off now and put them on the table! I feel strange doing it but I comply. I slide them off my crotch and legs. I place them neatly on the table. The waitress finally shows up. She doesn't say anything she just hands me a note and walks away. It reads: Wait for the two men to show up at your table! And let them do what they want to you! Black Out Ch. 03 "What's up," a black guy says as he sits down with me. "Hello," I say reply as he puts his hand up my skirt. "Holler," another black guy says as he sits down next to me. They begin to fondle and kiss me. One probes my vagina as one kisses me. I notice a few people begin to watch us. But for some reason I don't care. I think that my wine might have been drugged. I notice one of them begins to unzip his pants. I then grab his dick and give him a hand job. The other guy does the same and I begin to jerk him off at the same time. I jerk them off as the waitress brings us more wine. I drink even more wine. I then give one of them head. I keep switching back between their dicks. The waitress comes back to the table, just as I begin to finger myself. "You're limo is here," she says as I come up for air. "Oh," I smile as I let go of their cocks. I stand up and walk to the front of the restaurant. "Laura," the waitress calls out. "Yes," I say turning around. "Your panties," she says. "Oh shit," I exclaim as I run back to my booth and grab the panties. I run through the restaurant and make my way to the front and see the limo. The driver opens the door for me. I sit down in the limo to my surprise are ten black men including the two I was just messing around with. I guess they beat me to the limo. "Hello," I say sitting down and putting my panties on. "Keep them off," Kamal says as he emerges from the crowd. "Yes," I say balling them up and putting them in my purse. "Hike up your skirt," he demands. "Yes," I say again in utter submission. "Now spread your legs," he says in a stern voice. "Yes," I say in a girly voice as I spread them for him. Suddenly a few of them sort of line up and the guy next to me begins to go down on me. He starts by eating my pussy. I haven't had this done in a while, so it feels so fucking good. His finger quickly brushes against my asshole as he pulls back and allows the next guy to go. The next man has a bottle of lube in his hand. He goes down on me and furiously eats my pussy. I see him put a dab of lube on his finger and slowly works it inside of my ass! It feels so cold and strange but as he fingers me my muscles relax and are able to take his finger in me. The next guy quickly takes his spot. He takes it to the next level and actually licks my asshole!! It feels unbelievable as his tongue probes in me. I've never done that before. Derrick would never do anything like this! I then notice that each and every guy on the limo has taken turns eating me out! Kamal however stays out of the mix as he watches the entire thing. "We're here," he announces as the Limo pulls up to a nice hotel. "Where," I ask. "Shut up," he demands as the guy who was going down on me stops doing so, "now sit down and readjust yourself." I comply and touch my pussy and ass for a second to quell the attention that it just got. Suddenly the door opens and a man in an expensive suit greets me. "Laura," he asks in a respectable manner. "Yes," I reply as he extends his hand. "Welcome to our hotel," he starts, "if you and your party will follow me. We have a private elevator that will take you to your room." "Oh," I say as he helps me out of the limo. He takes me by the arm and the rest of the guys follow us to the lobby of the hotel. A few people make some snide remarks as the black guys follow me in. I don't care. All I hear is the clicking of my heels on the marble floor. I could give a shit less if I look out of place or like a ghetto bitch. We're all able to fit on the elevator. The man in the suit hands me a card. "For you Laura," he says as he hands me a card. I look at the card, it reads: TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF, LEAVE YOUR SHOES ON! GIVE THEM TO THE MAN IN THE SUIT. "Yes," I accidentally say out loud. I comply and start getting naked as the elevator door closes. I take off the skirt first and hand it to the man. He folds them as the elevator continues its assent. I stand there for a second with only my top on. I take off my strap less bra last. I hand it off to him as he folds it and puts them under his arm. The elevator quickly stops and we all get off the elevator. After everyone departs the man in the suit gets back on the elevator. "You'll be able to retrieve these from the front desk whenever you're ready," he says as the doors close on him. "Get on your fucking knees," Kamal demands as we walk into the living room area. I comply and do so on a towel that has been place there. Suddenly they whip their dicks out and surround me. Holy shit I think to myself! A few of them are limp but I take that as my cue and I begin to suck on the first one that I see. Suddenly a cheer erupts from the group and I begin to suck their dicks with an unbelievable fervor. I grab a couple of their dicks and gingerly give them hand jobs. Soon the guy begins to face fuck me! It feels strange doing it. But he seems very good at fucking my white mouth. I feel hands grabbing my head as they force my face all the way onto his dick. The hands start gently but soon they violently force my mouth onto his dick. The next guy does the same thing. And they keep making me suck their dicks as a pair of hands forces me to keep sucking on them. I notice the group begins to thin out as the last two guys violently fuck my face. I suck the last guy off really good as he walks into the other room. I sit there in exhaustion as the last guy leaves. What now? I wonder what they're going to do to me. "Get in here," Kamal calls out. "Yeah," I exhale as I walk into the bedroom. When I get in the bedroom one of them throws me on the bed and gets on top of me. The other guys cheer as his dick penetrates my pussy. "Wait," I say, "you have a condom?" "What's that he laughs," as my pussy takes the entire length of his cock. "I'm serious," I start as he takes my leg and puts it across his shoulder. "Me too," he laughs, "I'm serious about this pussy!" "Fuck it," I say in submission as both my legs are hoisted over his shoulders. "Yeah," he exclaims as he pumps away. Soon another guy takes his spot. But instead of fucking me from the top he places me on his dick while another guy forces his dick in my mouth. He pounds away at my pussy like there is no tomorrow and the other guy fucks my face likewise. A few guys trade places with the guy who was at my mouth. The guy I'm on gets tired of this and pulls out of me and makes me suck his cock while another guy begins to fuck me from behind. Pretty soon a circle of men forms around me and they each take turns fucking my pussy and face. It goes completely seamless for almost ten minutes. "All right," Kamal exclaims, "someone get on the bed and Laura get on top of him on your knees." "Yes," I say in utter submission. I feel his dick slide inside of me and another guy stands behind me and slowly works his big black cock in my asshole. I feel an intense stretching feeling as my insides get used to the feeling of having something going in my ass instead of coming out of my ass. Then another guy shoves his dick in my mouth! All three of my holes are filled up. Soon they all take turns with my ass. I feel strange after they pull out and a new dick goes in but the feeling is incredible. I then notice that the line keeps moving and I realize that many of the cocks that I'm sucking have been in my ass. But I don't care! They make snide comments and call me a white bitch and a whore. I love the comments as well. Finally the guy who I was on top of puts me on the bed and fucks my ass like it's never been fucked before. Then I feel it! He cums so hard! I feel the warm liquid fall inside my ass. It spurts out in a few weak shots. But nonetheless, it's intense. Then another guy straddles me and jerks off into my mouth. It mostly gets in my mouth, I swallow it with gusto. It tastes nasty, but I get it all down. Another guy shoots it on my tits while another one gets it on my stomach. Another shot in my mouth, which I swallow. I try to scoop up the cum on my stomach to my mouth. Another guy starts jerking off over my mouth. "Cum in my pussy," I demand, "I'm not on the pill, I could care less!" "Hell yeah," he smiles as he puts his dick in me. Another guy cums in my mouth. I then feel the warm seed fly into my pussy like there's no tomorrow. If flies out in a much more fluid way. Another guy cums in my mouth. And I swallow his seed. After all the guys cum I sit up on the bed. "Holy shit," I say in exhaustion. "Get her out of here," Kamal says as one of the guys opens the elevator. "Huh," I say as three guys grab me and drag me to the open doors. "Goodbye bitch," he yells as I'm basically thrown on the elevator. "The fuck," I yell back. "I ain't payin' child support," one of them yells. The button for the lobby is pressed for me as the elevator descends to the bottom of the hotel. When I get to the lobby the guy in the suit greets me and gives me an envelope and my clothes. "You can't get dressed in the lobby or the elevator," he demands, "you must make it to your car." "The fuck," I say gripping all the items in my hands. "Your car is in the front ready to go," he smiles. "Shit," I say as I run to the car. A few people notice me and snap photos. I feel so embarrassed. The clicking of my heels on the marble now drives me crazy. But I make it to my car as the chauffer makes a snide comment. I drive off naked into the night. I speed home and I'm not pulled over. I don't know how I'll explain this to Derrick. I'm able to get dressed in the car as I sit in my car. I turn the interior light on and look in the envelope. It's my panties and nearly ten thousand dollars cash! Holy shit, I'm fucking rich. I exit my car and open the front door. I half expect Derrick to be there to ask where I've been. But when I open the door I see Derrick on the couch getting fucked by another man as the pregnant lady from work watches him. "The fuck," I yell out. "Hello Laura," he grunts as the pregnant lady smiles at me. To be continued...