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The Slutress - Episode Two
  Copyright 1999 JPA
   
   
   The Slutress is a series of sexual encounters by
   Cynthia Haygood, the wife of Benjamin Haygood, a
   wealthy and influential political figure on the
   West Coast of the United States. This is Episode
   Two, our second encounter with our Slutress. (All
   comments, questions, concerns and/or ideas may be
   sent to the address below and will be forwarded
   to the author.)

      
"The Slutress"            

      
   Cythia Haygood pulled into the parking garage of the
Downtown Hilton an hour and a half late. She knew Charles
would not be happy. After reapplying some make-up and
lipstick that was rubbed off by the officers dicks, she
stepped out of the car and straightened  her dress, still
wrinkled from her recent fuck.

   The clicking of heels echoed as she walked. Damn
Anthony for not fucking her. Her mouth still watered over
his black cock, how it swayed over her, dripping its pre cum
onto her wanton body, only to be pushed into his pants and
zipped up out of sight. How being teased drove one to want
so much more.

   Cynthia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. 
Voices on the other side grew quiet. Charles opened the
door, "about time woman, get in here!" He moved to the side.

   "I'm so sorry for being late, sir, I was stopped for
speeding," Cynthia bit her bottom lip and smiled sheepishly
in an attempt to ease any frustration her late arrival
caused.

   "There is time to make up for your disrespect,"
Charles assured her, "come meet my friends." He grabbed
Cynthia's arm and walked her down the small hall, to the
main room.

   Two black men talking and giggling on the couch grew
quiet as Cynthia and Charles entered. The room was large and
well furnished. "Kneel at my side now," instructed Charles.

   She stared at the two men as she slowly went to her
knees, her pussy grew aroused knowing three black cocks
waited to take her. The soft carpet grabbed at her knees but
Charles grabbed a hand full of hair and forced her head
backwards, so her chin would be raised and pointed upward.

   She heard the two men move and soon saw them standing
on either side of her. "This is Vonnie," from the left a
cock slapped against Cynthia's face, surprised her face
jumped toward the right where her lips met another dick.
"and that would be Ernest," Charles said

   The two men stared to rub their cocks on Cynthia's
face as Charles held her hair tightly so she could not move,
but there was no need, she would never leave the black
pieces of heaven beating against her. She felt warm drops of
pre cum as they left trails of liquid across her cheeks, her
eyes, her lips. The smell of cock filled the air and Cynthia
felt the deep desires awakening again.

   "Nice to meet you, Sir Ernest and Sir Vonnie" she
whispered, weak from the lust building within her. Moans
escaped her lips as her hands grabbed the growing flesh that
teased her every desire. Both cocks slowly grew, expanding
her fingers with each stroke, and growing longer with each
lick.

   Charles spoke, "Boys, this is one of the nastiest
white girls you will ever have service your black cocks.
Isn't that correct, my pet?" He jerked on her hair to
emphasize his point.

   "Oh yes sirrrrrr, so correct. I do need black dick
around me all the time, I'll do, say, or act in any way to
have the honor of your cocks fucking and using me, Sirs."
Cynthia could only imagine what her friends and family would
say if they knew about her inner desires, the inner cravings
for black men, the insatiable thirst she carries with her 24
hours a day.

   "Stand up, slut."

   Cynthia did as Charles told her while continuing to
hold onto the two hard cocks in her hands. The smell of dick
and men filled her senses, her knees weak with anticipation
and need. Suddenly the three men surrounding her began
pulling on her dress. One rip, two rips, and a few more till
she was only left with heels.

   With each rip, her breath left her again. Her breath,
now short and choppy, filled with hints of the lust she
would soon unleash.

   "The bitch isn't wearing any undergarments," Ernest
said.

   "Because she is a good girl, she was told not to wear
any this evening, come my pet.".

   She followed Charles to the bedroom and heard the
other two men walking behind her, so she walked with a
sexier attitude knowing they were looking at her ass and
legs. Her calfs looked awesome as she walked in her heels.

   In the room were more than 50 lit candles, a huge king
sized bed and many other extras expected of such places like
the Hilton.

   "Stand at the edge of the bed facing the pillows,
Cynthia."

   "Yes, Sir Charles," She moved into position as Ernest
and Vonnie smiled at their soon to be sex toy. The bed was
an iron cast frame, with the poles running up for support.

   Cynthia moaned seductively and licked her lips as she
felt the first of the leather restraints being wrapped
around her ankle. Her heels were left on. Slowly, Charles
stretched out her other leg and repeated the procedure. Now
having a hard time keeping her balance, Cynthia leaned
forward and placed her hands on the mattress exposing her
wet pussy and ass. The feeling of the leather firmly wrapped
on her skin sent pulses of desire, like a wild fire, her
wanton spread throughout her body. Nothing was more
intoxicating than being totally taken, used, and dominated.
She felt totally exposed, and loved it.

   Charles traced his fingers up her inner thigh and
dipped two deep into her pussy. Her knees buckled and she
gasped. "My my, aren't you the soaked one, look at this
boys." Charles let his fingers slip from her cunt and rubbed
her juices on her tanned ass,  before he spanked it
playfully.

   Cynthia's mind raced with lust. "Oh yes Sir, spank my
slut ass." She arched her back and pressed her tits against
the bed, opening herself up to the black cocks surrounding
her. She looked from side to side, unable to see enough
cock, the more she saw the more she needed, "please may I
taste a cock,  Sir?" she whimpered.

   Vonnie moved up behind Cynthia and began slapping his
8 inch cock on her ass. "So you want some black dick,
bitch?"

   "Oh yes, please, please Sir, I need it," she panted in
response, swaying her hips, trying to free herself from her
binds, "my pussy lives to service black meat Sir, please use
me as you wish." She arched her back again and grabbed two
handfuls of sheet. The coolness of the iron cast frame
pressed against her upper thighs and the heat from Vonnie's
cock melted the opening of her oozing cunt.

   Instinctively she pushed back the best she could in
her position.

   "Give it to her Von," Charles teased, "look at her,
she can't wait."

   The black cock slid in slowly, its large head parted
her wet pussy lips. The shaft disappeared deep within her as
a low moan rumbled throughout her body.

   "Oooooooooohhhhhh yesssssss, that feels soooooo
wonderful, Sir." Cynthia squeezed on his cock with her inner
muscles and begged for more. "See how wet my pussy gets for
you Sir, how my cunt lips wrap around your shaft and pull
you in?"

   Cynthia watched Charle's dick sway toward her as he
knelt on the bed. "Time for some chocolate dessert baby."

   Instinctively she reached out toward his 9 inch cock
while Vonnie continued to pump her hard from behind, being
encouraged by Ernest who was pinching away at her nipples.
"Oh yes Sir, I need your cock in my mouth, I want to feel
your hot tool slide across my tongue and down into my
throat. I love the feel of a cock in my hand, staring at the
veins and watching as the pre cum drips over the head and
onto my fingers."

   The size of his cock stretched her lips, but Cynthia
took him deep into her mouth. She trailed her tongue over
the length of his cock, in and out of her mouth while her
lips caressed his sensitive flesh and her fingers danced
over his balls in slow, delicate circles. Her mind flashed
back to the cop from earlier this evening, and she promised
herself she would feel his amazing tool as well.

   Charles grabbed two handfuls of hair and forced his
cock all the way into her mouth. The men chuckled and
taunted her while they watched her body jerk and she tried
to move away. The cock wedged into her throat caused her to
gag while also denying her to breath. After a few seconds,
he eased his grip, allowing Cynthia to move off his cock and
breath. Her eyes teared from its deep penetration.

   But instead of releasing his cock, she only rose a few
inches and looked up at him, "mmmmmmm" she moaned and
continued to suck away. She was not going to let him out
from between her lips for any reason.

   "Oh yea baby, here I cum, you fucking slut," Vonnie
pulled out and came all over her back, the warm liquid sent
Cynthia over the edge as well, "Oh yes, oh yes, oh my god, I
am cumming Sir, yes lets cum togetherrrrrrrrrr,
AHHHHOHHHHHshhhhhhit."

   Both bodies convulsed with release as their cum mixed
and dripped down the insides of Cynthia's thighs. Her mind
was numb with lust as Ernest slid his cock into her and
Vonnie came around to her mouth so she could lick him clean.

   Cynthia hungrily lapped up the mixture of their juices
as Ernest's modest sized cock eased into her without
problem. She pulled frantically to escape her ankle
restraints but nothing worked.

   "Guess it is time for the surprise boys." Charles
said.

   What? Surprise? What did that mean? Cynthia began
looking over her shoulders and looking around the room,
"what surprise, Sir Charles?"

   Footsteps could be heard entering the room as black
man after black man entered, all exchanging high fives and
unzipping their pants.

   Cynthia looked up at Charles and pleaded for him not
to do this. Sure she loved to be fucked, and controlled, but
the sight of at least 15 men scared her a bit.

   "Do not worry my pet, they know to take good care of
you, I shall return later and clean you up, enjoy" He
chuckled as he got off the bed and walked out to the cheers
of the room.

   "No Nooooo, you can't do this," Cynthia pleaded,
cussing herself out for letting them bind her.

   "We can do whatever we want, slut," was the response
as her cries were soon muffled out by a large black dick
inserted into her mouth.  Her restraints were removed and
she was forced onto the bed, each limb held down by a
different man, her legs stretched high and wide. She
struggled and moaned protests as a cock violated her mouth.
Her lust had turned to fear from the sheer number of cocks
in the room. Her body was being held down and she knew every
hole would be used as a cum depot for this group of men.

   A set of hands held each ankle, her legs spread wide
and held up in the air. And a set of hands secured her
wrists, keeping her arms flat against the bed and out to her
side. Suddenly cocks were beating against her face, breasts,
legs, and belly. Warm flashes of nastiness shot through
Cynthia once again, but she was afraid all these cocks would
be too much for her, perhaps she would be asked to drink to
much cum and get sick, or perhaps they would fuck her so
long and hard that she would be unable to walk afterwards.
She would soon find out, and her Sir, Charles, was going to
film the whole scene without her knowledge.


             *** Episode III coming soon *** 


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