****** Christine: Gang-Banged TV Slut by HotBottom ******
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Christine: Gang-Banged TV Slut


I guess I was stupid going into that bar dressed as I was. But when you are a
sweet-assed transvestite like me, and you're hungry for cock, you take stupid
chances. It could have turned out worse, but I ended up getting the fucking of
my life!

King's was a little bar that catered mostly to a Black crowd, and was reputed
to be a really wild place. In my normal, day-to-day male personality, I would
never even think of going in there. But I had trouble finding a place to park
close to the TS/TV club I normally haunt, and had to park close to King's. As I
sashayed down the street towards the club, I passed King's and heard wolf-
whistles launched in my direction from the bar. On impulse, I swerved and
headed in.

To understand why I garnered those wolf-whistles, perhaps I should describe
myself before I go any further. I am not one of those pathetic queens you see
in the magazines, who couldn't pass themselves off as women even if they had
rid themselves of their five o'clock shadow.

I am a natural redhead, and have let my hair grow out into a mane that most
fashion models would kill for. That night, I had it teased out into a cloud of
pure carnality. Emerald-green eyes, accentuated with carefully applied makeup,
peeked out from the shadow cast by my mane. My lips, rouged dark, pouted in a
way that I had spent countless hours training. They were as sensually inviting
as those of any porno starlet; real cock-sucker lips, if I do say so myself.
Hours of aerobics had sculpted my already girlish body into a lean, mean sex
machine. And tonight I had poured it into a hunter-green blouse, black leather
mini-skirt, and black hose. I stand about 5'8" in my stocking feet, and I was
wearing green four-inch spike heels. I looked like, and felt like, a complete
woman.

King's was almost empty when I entered, just a half-dozen or so guys and one
slutty-looking woman lounging at the bar or pushing billiards balls around the
felt on the thread-bare pool table. I went to the bar and perched on one of the
stools, making sure to give everyone a good look at my gams as I went by. I
ordered a Tom Collins from the bartender, a thirties-ish black man who was
trying not to drool on the bar, then fished a cigarette out of my purse. I am
not much of a smoker, but I have never put a cigarette to my lips that I
haven't been offered a light. This time proved no different.

He introduced himself as Charles, and his voice was rumbly enough to have made
me wet in the panties, if I had possessed the right equipment. I had to settle
for a slight stiffening between my thighs, which it was thankfully too dark in
the bar for Charles to notice. We made small talk and flirted as I sipped my
drink, and the flirting got more outrageous as the alcohol level in the glass
got lower and lower.

I intimated to Charles that I was out looking for action and that I might be
interested in more than a simple one-on-one. This got the other guys'
attention, and some more drifted over. If the talk before had been outrageous,
it got down right X-rated once the other guys joined the party. If Charles was
disappointed in the turn in events, he showed no sign, especially once I moved
over and was sitting on his lap. You may be assured that I wiggled enough to
start getting a real reaction from him. I had no intention of actually carrying
through with any of the wild suggestions put to me, but it sure was fun to
prick-tease these guys, and the girl, once she joined the conversation. The
girl seemed particularly interested in my descriptions of my well-trained
tongue.

One drink became two, and then a couple more, until I began to entertain the
suggestions more seriously, and I could feel my excitement growing. The idea of
a gang-bang, with me as the center attraction, was tremendously exciting! But I
couldn't think of how to do it without revealing my special secret.

Eventually, even though the thought of having all these studs fucking my brains
out was really hot, I slid off Charles' lap and tried to excuse myself to "go
home." That was when Charles grabbed me by the arm and informed me that I was
going to be the gangbang star whether I wanted it or not. I started to panic,
and looked around at the bartender, but he was already at the front door
flipping the sign to "Closed" and locking up. I figured I had one last try, and
told them that I wasn't what I seemed to be.

All that did was provoke laughter from Charles and his cronies. The girl, whose
name was Jadallah, took my chin in her hand and informed me that they all
already knew that. The crowd had been hoping for some nice pussy, but my mouth
and ass looked that they'd be plenty fuckable.

I gulped audibly, but could also feel my own lust rising. All the guys were
handsome, and I knew Charles was particularly well hung- I had been feeling his
erection grow for the past hour. And Jadallah was pretty hot, too. After
several tense seconds, I felt my lips curve into a provocative smile, and
leaned back against Charles. "So, how do we start?"

The bartender answered that by putting on some slow urban music that sounded
like pure sex, and Charles and I started dancing while the others watched.
Actually, dancing might be too polite a word for what we were doing. Though he
hadn't said anything about liking dick, Charles seemed to enjoy grinding
against his crotch against mine in time to the music. By the end of the first
song, our hands were firmly planted on each others' rumps, and my mini-skirt
was half-off.

For the second song, two of the others took Charles' place. Theo, who was
short, but built, danced in front of me, while Keith, who was average height,
but had incredible muscle definition, assumed the position behind me with his
crotch grinding against my pantied bottom. Theo latched onto my nips through
the fabric of the blouse and planted his lips against the side of my neck,
sucking on the flesh. Keith followed suit on the other side. We barely paid any
attention to the song at all, but spent the whole time just rocking back and
forth. Sometime during all this, I unsnapped the mini-skirt and handed it to
someone.

The next song saw me loose the blouse under the ministrations of the other
three, of which I only knew Willie, a slim twenty-something with a shaved head.
The other two, I never did learn their names, but the one had great oral
technique. He sucked my nipples until they were hard as rocks while the other
fondled my cock through my panties. Willie seemed most fascinated with my ass,
and spent most of the song with his hands inside my panties, just stroking my
assflesh.

Jadallah motioned for me to dance alone for the last song as they just watched.
A smoky grind came out of the speakers as I did just that. Part of the way
through the song, I began rolling the panties down my legs until I finally was
able to step out of them altogether. The air conditioning felt good on my nude,
sweaty body as I swivel-hipped over to where Jadallah was perched on a
barstool.

Jadallah, like all the others, was highly aroused by this time. She had her
jeans and panties half-way down her wide-spread thighs, and one finger was
strumming her clit. I silently offered her my panties, which she took, and
crushed against her face. Then I slid a finger up her slit, gathering moisture,
and licked that finger clean.

While I was doing this, the guys stripped. By the time I turned back around,
they were all buck naked, and they wore all porting erections of varying sizes,
ranging from Theo, who had a short dick, but it looked as thick as a beer can,
to Charles, who had to have nine or ten glorious inches arching away from his
groin. I just stood there for a few moments, admiring their bodies and getting
hornier and hornier thinking about the sex show I was about to star in. Then I
heard a "clunk" behind me. Jadallah had stripped herself, and was every bit as
foxy naked as she had looked clothed. I was only wearing a garter belt and
hose, and I had the most clothes on of anyone there!

They led me back to the pool table and laid me down on it. From the stains and
the funky smell coming from the surface, I had to suspect that this was not the
first time this pool table had seen action of this sort. Then they all started
to work on me, and I didn't have time to think about anything. Seven pairs of
lips and hands were roaming everywhere on my body, kissing and fondling me from
my forehead down to my toes. Sometime during this period, I lost my stockings,
but I didn't care by then.

Things went to the next level when Charles climbed onto the table with me and
pressed his cock against my lips. I opened up eagerly, sucking the purplish-
black crown inside, wishing someone would give me a blowjob. As if I had said
it out loud (and maybe I had), I felt wet lips apply themselves to the head of
my cock. And then another pair of lips apply themselves to my balls! I
disengaged long enough to look, and was surprised to see Theo slurping on my
balls, and Keith busily chewing his way down my shaft. I happily returned to
sucking on Charles, redoubling my efforts when I felt Keith manage to deep-
throat me. That Jadallah was sucking on my nipples went almost unnoticed by me
at the time.

For being a bunch of macho black men, these guys had sure hadn't hesitated to
jump the fence!

I had Charles most of the way down my throat when Jadallah decided she wanted
some black ass. She slithered up onto the table, straddled me, and started
licking Charles' ass. This last bit of stimulation was all he needed. He thrust
the last two inches into my mouth and I could feel his cock jerking as he came.
His orgasm was enough to set off my own. I was spraying Keith's tonsils with my
manjuice before he had time to pull away. As it was, most of my load ended up
on his face. Jadallah and I scrambled to lick it of his face. I was pleased to
notice that giving me a blowjob had left him with a raging hard-on, and precum
was dribbling from his pisshole.

Then I relaxed on the table, spread my legs, and told Keith that he could be
first, since he had gotten me off. The bartender silently handed Keith a bottle
of Astroglide he had produced from somewhere. Keith was obviously an expert at
ass-fucking,because he knew to squirt a liberal amount of the lube up my ass as
well as coating his own seven-inch dick with it. I was really ready for it, and
his dick slid into me with little resistance. The other guys stood around the
table and cheered him on as he gave me a royal ass-fucking. It didn't take long
before he grabbed my tits one last time and shuddered, filling my ass with his
cum. Even though it had only been a few minutes since my last orgasm, the
nastiness of the situation was pumping new life into my cock in a hurry.

Theo was next. While he wasn't as long as Keith, his dick was a lot wider, and
I could feel my sphincter distorting around its girth as he pounded into me. I
knew that even if I didn't get fucked again tonight, I would be walking
tenderly tomorrow. And from the size of the erections the other guys were
sporting, I knew Theo wasn't going to be my last. Precum was bubbling out the
end of my cock by the time Theo announced that he was slathering my bowels with
his dick-honey. Jadallah climbed up on top of the table next and planted her
pussy on my face. In a husky voice, she told me that it as time to live up to
my boasts about how well I could lick slit. Then she went to work on my cock,
devouring it as if she had never seen a dick before in her life. One of the
other guys lubed up and slid with what felt like an eight-inch throbber deep
into my ass. Each thrust pushed my shaft deeper into Jadallah's willing throat,
and I just had to hang on for dear life as I laved her cunt. She had a nice
hairy pussy, and I enjoyed licking all around her groin, leaving smears of
lipstick everywhere I went. I eventually settled for concentrating on her over-
sized clit, sucking on it like a miniature cock.

The pool table groaned in protest as one of the others climbed aboard,
announcing to all that he wanted a piece of Jadallah's hot, black pussy. I had
an extreme closeup of his cock as it pushed open her cunt lips and slid inside.

All this only excited me even more! I had never been involved in a foursome
before, let alone with people I had never met until less than an hour before.
Getting prodded like this inspired Jadallah to redouble her efforts on my cock.
I returned the favor by returning to licking her pussy. Only now I was also
licking the underside of this guy's dick as it pistoned an and out of her. The
guy fucking my ass was going to town, too. The method he had for rotating his
hips had his cock banging my ass in stimulating new ways.

I knew I couldn't hold on much longer. The others were getting close, too.
Jadallah's body was jerking, and spewing clear juice all over my face and the
other guy's cock. The guy fucking me was the first to go. He bellowed, thrust
into me one last time, and I could feel his cock swelling inside me. The other
guy was next. I could see his shiny-wet cock and balls contracting and
expanding as he came. A veritable flood of his cream spewed back down
Jadallah's pussy-channel into my mouth as she joined him in orgasm. There was
no way I could hold back any longer. My hips jerked up and down in Jadallah's
mouth as I squirted load after load into it.

After that, I took a rest. Jadallah had sucked my cock so hard I felt like my
balls had been pulled out through my piss-slit, and my asshole was pleasantly
sore from being fucked three times in less than half-an-hour. Jadallah, who
seemed to have a real oral fixation, soothed my ass by licking it, but I still
had to take a break.

That didn't mean that there was any break in the action. Theo and Keith seemed
to have decided that they really liked cock, especially each others'. While the
rest of us watched, they wrapped themselves up in a sixty-nine that showed that
Keith was a natural-born fellatio artist. Maybe they had all wanted some pussy
that night, but dick seemed to be the main attraction. The rest of the guys
were avidly watching the show, and were sprouting wood in record time. By the
time Keith and Theo were bathing each others' tonsils in man-honey, the rest of
the men were ready for round two. My mouth and asshole were ready for another
helping of black sausage, and I got it. I assumed the doggie position on the
pool table and indicated that I was ready. The bartender, who sported a healthy
seven inches, climbed up and presented me with his cock to suck. Charles lubed
up my ass for a ride. I had sucked him off earlier, and was eager to feel him
inside me again. I pushed my ass back against his groin, and he obligingly slid
inside. Under normal circumstances, I would have had to work to take his ten
inch monster, but three previous fucks had left me loose, and all that cum was
additional lubrication.

I turned my attention to the black cock facing me and took it between my lips,
sucking around the head before grasping it near the base and gulping down half
the length in one shot. Each of Charles' thrusts pushed me further down the
bartender's length, until I had one cock buried to the root in my ass, and
another in my throat. My own cock was dripping cum with each pistoning, adding
to the growing wet stain on the felt of the pool table. The bartender had
grasped me by the sides of my head, and was fucking my face vigorously.

I wouldn't have believed it, but something was about to happen that was even
wilder than what had happened earlier. Jadallah slid underneath me, and I felt
her legs wrap themselves around my hips. A moment later, a wet warmth engulfed
the length of my cock as her pussy slid home. Not that I was complaining! I may
dress like a woman, and like cock, but I have no problem with pussy. Out of the
corner of my eye, I saw Theo, Keith, and the other two join us on top of the
pool table. How it was supporting all our weight, I'll never know, but I really
wasn't worried about that at the moment.

I felt a pair of lips latch onto my left nipple, and saw a pair of black hands
wrap themselves around the bartender's waist. A moment later, the bartender
grunted in pleasure and thrust his cock even deeper into my throat.
Instinctively groping, I felt back behind his balls, and encountered a cock
wedging itself deep inside the bartender's tender ass. I heard Charles grunt
and redouble his efforts, and knew his asshole was giving up its cherry, too.

I was too busy to keep track of who was doing what to whom at this point, but I
found out later that the last guy had managed to worm his way under Jadallah
and had been licking out her shit hole. It was like some XXX-rated version of
Twister.

With all this going on, none of us could keep it up for long. I don't know who
came first, just that Charles and the bartender seemed to blow their wads into
my respective orifices at the same time, followed by the guys fucking them, and
finally Jadallah and I blew our loads. The other two fisted themselves to a
finish at about the same time. The pool table was smeared with cum when we
climbed down from it.

When we had all gained our breaths, the bartender poured stiff drinks for all
of us. Amazingly, less than four hours had passed since I had first sashayed
through the front door. It was on very unsteady legs that I walked back to my
car that night, escorted by my bevy of new lovers. I've been back to King's
twice since then, and each time has resulted in the bartender closing early. I
may be bad for his business, but when I'm up on the pool table sucking his
cock, I'm definitely the Queen at King's!

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