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Subject: {ASSM} My Special Night (A Fantasy) {Lisa S} (FMMM+ Gang Cons) 
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Date: Sun,  5 Jun 2005 01:10:02 -0400
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My name is Lisa and I'm a slut. My friend DayDreamrxx 
is my secret lover. This story is a fantasy he and I share
for me. I'd love to hear your comments. My email is at
the bottom. 
 
My Special Night (A Fantasy)

I emerge freshly scrubbed and shaved as you asked. I'm totally naked 
except for my wedding ring which you asked me to wear indicating that 
soon it would be coated in sperm. You inspect my nails making sure the 
polish has been removed. Satisfied, you hand me a pair of hospital 
slippers, the only concession you made to keep my feet clean during the 
trip over. The ride in the Boxster is silent but you notice my breath is 
short and that I'm lost in thoughts of what will happen. It's about sunset 
and the air is cool and clean, a perfect temperature for love.

We drive into a less than desirable section of town. It's not bad but 
one that only the locals usually go to. You enter the parking lot, paying 
the man as he ogles my naked body. We exit the car and you lead me 
down about 3-4 blocks passing the usual cadre of locals surprised to see 
a white woman, much less a naked one, in their area. You walk stiff and 
proud leading me past their stares and exclamations.

We enter a garage. I'm both pleased and surprised to see it is 
spotlessly clean although the smells of grease and oil have penetrated 
the building. I shutter slightly when I think of the penetration I will 
receive.

In the middle of the floor is a small narrow leather covered table. 
It's just wide and long enough to support my spine. A delicate extension 
supports my neck and you show me how the headrest can be raised or 
lowered depending upon my lover's "requirements." At the foot of the table 
is a tray with a bottom drain. Attached to that is a surgical tube 
leading to a large sterilized container under the table. I shutter again 
when you tell me the vessel will hold 2-1/2 gallons of fluid. The entire 
area is lit with fluorescent lights and still cameras are mounted in 
various places.

"Ten cameras will capture every angle and action and there are two 
movie cameras as well," you proudly state, pointing to even a small 
camera inside the tray. Adjacent to the lower end of the side of the table 
is a hoist. The top of the table has two chains attached to a track in the 
ceiling. Each one has a small terry cloth lined shackle at the end. 
Near a corner of the room, you point out the hydraulic controls for the 
devices.

From the main room, we round the corner. In the office area a beautiful 
buffet is being laid out with a couple of kegs of beer.

"This will be re-stocked as necessary for the guys after they are 
exhausted," you tell me. Again I shutter. In the reception area is a table 
covered in a white cloth and various trays, "for their clothes," you 
explain. There is also a camera and a tag.

"Each person receives a name tag with a number on it. He will fill out 
his name and be photographed nude and hard just before he has you." 

Again I shutter. "He wears the name tag while he uses you and is, of 
course, photographed. When he's done, he fills in the bottom indicating 
what orifices he used and where he came. Another photo is taken and 
we'll keep the tags for posterity."

You now lead me to the table where a beautiful light skinned black girl 
is standing. "This is Rhonda. She did all the testing as a stand in for 
you." My mouth is dry as I try to thank her knowing you screwed her 
numerous times as the preparations were made. Numbly she has me lay 
down on the table and attaches the straps to my arms and legs which are 
dangling uncomfortably over the edges of the support table. When attached, 
you activate the controls. My legs are lifted and spread wide taking the 
pressure off of my spine. Similarly my arms are spread to my sides. 
After a few changes, I'm surprisingly comfortable! Finally you tilt the 
table upright and the drain tray is right under my crotch. Satisfied, you 
lay me back in final preparation.

You give me some water. I'm glad you hydrated me and that I followed 
the diet so my energy level is at its peak. You look over everything and 
ask the door to be opened for more fresh air. I see your concern yet 
confidence showing through. You notice I'm trembling slightly and 
goosebumps cover my body. You lean down, kiss me lightly, gently stroke 
my face and tell me how proud you are of me. The back of your other hand 
lightly caresses my body easing my nerves.

I ask you one favor, to please undress and be nude for me as well. 
Smiling, you say, "Of course, my Love. It would be my pleasure."

The first man in is the garage owner, you explain. He and his men did 
all the mechanical work. He's large and black wearing a distinct #1 
badge. I shutter again. He positions himself at my pussy and begins to 
rub his large tool over my womanhood. Then in a great thrust, he fully 
enters me. I can see him from the angle of the headrest and then also 
notice the mirrors above me. I can see his every thrust. His great hands 
push down on my thighs and soon he groans sending massive hot blasts 
into my now wet cunt. I feel filled already but as soon as he's done, #2, 
his assistant takes his place and so the rhythm begins. The first four 
guys from the garage all fuck my pussy filling it to overflowing. When 
they are done, satisfied with their white bitch, you raise the table 
telling me to expel their sperm. When it's drained, Rhonda then swabs 
me clean readying me for the next group.

Beginning with them, six men come at time. One each rubbing his cock 
on my feet, another I take in each hand, one positions himself at my mouth 
and the last at my cunt. They take me as they desire. You can rotate 
the table a bit if they want to use my ass. Also you raise or lower it 
depending on their height. Each man uses me and as soon as he finishes, 
another takes his place so that there is a constant flow around me. My 
hands, feet, mouth and pussy are never vacant. In the first group, my 
head is lowered and a large black cock is forced into my mouth from 
behind. It slides deep down my throat and I can feel his balls against my 
nose. He begins to steadily pump his cock in and out going deeper and 
faster while at the same time another is using my pussy to a different 
beat. I feel the pumping dick in my throat slow down, the head seems to 
swell and soon a choking blast of strong thick semen pours into my 
gullet. I gasp, choke and try to swallow but have to gag at the enormity of 
the fluid. As soon as I catch my breath, I'm laid back down and another 
cock fills my vacant mouth just as a load is ejaculated deep inside my 
vagina.

It's not long before I feel a man cum in my left hand. I feel his hot sperm 
between my fingers and running down my wrists and forearms coating 
everything in its path. The man at my face pulls out and shoots hot white 
streams all over my face. I try to turn but can't as he holds me, dumping 
load after load on me. He holds my head and rubs his cock head over 
my face, spreading his slimy goo over me before forcing it in my mouth 
for a cleaning. Immediately another takes his place...he too cumming 
over my face. I can feel their cum running down my cheeks and into my 
ears, I feel globs in my hair and my eyes burn and water from the 
stinking salty fluid. Another black man fucks my mouth and then another 
and another.

Meanwhile, penises promptly penetrate my pulsating pussy filling it with 
cum. Some choose to shoot over my body coating my abdomen with their 
seed. Another sprays directly onto my tender clitoris. It begins to 
separate and the watery fluid runs down my sides, labia and inner thighs. 
Occasionally you stand me up. Rhonda pushes on my womb and I expel 
great quantities of seminal fluid followed by a quick clean-up. I hear you 
explain that, "I have her cleaned depending upon the next man in line. 
If he doesn't mind a cum filled cunt, then he can take her; otherwise 
I'll swab her down."

But you never clean my face, hands, chest or other parts of my body. I 
know I'm a cum-covered mess.

When my eyes clear, I occasionally see a number....16, 22, 26 but soon 
lose all track of how many black men are using me. My nose is filled 
with sperm, my mouth tastes of pungent salty sticky sperm. I can smell 
the men as they use my mouth....some smell of sex, others are clean and 
fresh while others are highly pungent. Some are large spreading my lips 
apart stretching my cheeks while others are long and lean. Their sizes 
and smells are intoxicating while their cum satisfies and hungers me at 
the same time. I feel a cock, no two cocks, rubbing across my tits and 
feel their welcome spray on them and feel it coat my nipples and run 
down between the small valleys. The table tilts back and my ass is being 
spread and a new sensation takes over as my anus is being penetrated. 
Hardly hesitating, his cock pushes into the tender orifice and soon 
steadily beats against it harder and faster until it empties its cargo into 
and way up my rectum. I hear the men laughing as the cum drips out of 
my cavity only to be forced back in again by another still larger missile. 
This one moves from my ass to my cunt and back again, time after 
time before filling my ass again. I'm stood up, drained and repositioned 
quickly. I feel cum in my armpits. Someone came all over my foot, the 
sperm spreading between my toes. Somewhere in the midst of all the 
depravation, I begin to moan and thrash, cumming extraordinarily hard. But 
before I can even catch my breath, more men begin to use me over and over 
and over... 33, 36, 42.... I cum again and again, while becoming a sperm 
sponge soaking in spasm after spasm of seed juice until finally it 
stops.

I can barely move. I shutter again and again and again as I see myself 
in the mirror. My entire body either glistens or has patches of dried 
fluid sticking to it. There is a pool of fluid puddling under my neck 
and a string of sperm drains around it. "A perfect string of pearls," I 
exclaim to myself. My jaw is sore...very sore...as is my ass. My pussy 
is tender but surprisingly resilient, probably due to the amount of 
moisture that constantly bathed its entirety. I feel my arms and legs 
lowered a bit and I lay there in a dream-like state of bliss wondering 
what my husband would think if he saw me like this.

Out of the corner of my bleary eyes, I see you counting out the money 
and handing a wad of bills to the garage owner. First the first time I 
realize you had charged the men for my body. You used me as your 
whore! I smile, pleased and content. I hear you talking to another man 
as you give him the rest of the money.

"Here Deacon, use this to build the playground and anything else the 
neighborhood kids need." My eyes swell with tears. I'm so very proud of 
you! You always think of others before yourself, giving so unselfishly.

Finally I'm stood up and drained for the last time. My legs feel weak 
and arms heavy as the shackles fall. You help support me as you lead 
me away from the table.

Meekly I ask you, "How many black men, Rick? How many strange black 
lovers used me?"

You smile and proudly say, "Eighty-six! Maybe next time you'll do better."

I shutter. Holding onto your arms for support, you lead me naked into 
cool early morning air, walking me down the block to a 24 hour coffee 
shop. Tenderly you sit me down. Word has already spread of your 
generosity and cups of hot steamy coffee are given to us along with fresh 
baked cinnamon rolls. The hot liquid revives me, washing away the salty 
taste in my mouth.

"What happened to the bottle?" I ask.

"Rhonda is taking care of it. Great care," you say with a sexy smile 
that makes me feel so warm inside.  "Of course you'll be required to 
drink every last drop."

I shutter, "Of course, Rick!"

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(To learn more about me, e-mail me at lisaluvscyber@yahoo.com)
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