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Date: Mon, 19 Sep 2005 20:10:06 -0400
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Shannon

by shooter3704 (C)





I knew what was wrong with me. I was bored with my life. I'm Shannon, I'm 
twenty-seven and I'm single. I'm single because my ex-husband got as bored 
with me as I was with myself. I still can't imagine what took him so long to 
figure it out. Sam is a good guy and he certainly deserved more than I gave 
him. For a little over five years we both worked like dogs to make our small 
struggling company survive. Our marriage didn't work out, but our other hard 
work did. One day a large company offered us a pile of money to buy us out. 
Sam and I didn't have to give it much thought. We sold as quickly as we 
could. Sam was as fair as he could be. He split the money, and then just 
split.

After the divorce, I tried the dating scene and I discovered that I didn't 
like the meat market approach to dating. I signed up on line with a dating 
service and that was even worse than the clubs. I like sex, but it has never 
been a driving force in my life. When Sam and I engaged in sex, I almost 
always enjoyed it. Even though I didn't always climax, sex was still nice.

I invested my share of the money in solid, conservative investments just 
like myself and set out to wallow in my boredom. The income from the 
investments was plenty for me to live on. I had no need to work and I had 
found that work is boring, so I didn't work.

Not so long ago an accurate characterization would have been boring, 
conservative and single. Yep, that was I -- BCS Shannon.

I'm a pretty woman. I'm not silly or vain, but I can see in the mirror. Men 
have told me since I was a freshman in high school that I was pretty. My 
ex-husband told me many times how beautiful he thought I was. I have a nice 
figure, and I workout at a gym twice a week to keep it nice. I have often 
wondered why I do.

I met Kimberly at the gym. We visited at the gym for several weeks and one 
afternoon she invited me to have a drink with her. I accepted and we ended 
up having a nice evening, and both of us got a little tipsy.

Over the next four or five months, Kimmy, as she prefers, and I would meet 
after gym for drinks a couple times a week. I found out that she was married 
to a doctor and that she worked part time as a hostess at an Italian 
restaurant. Kimmy didn't have to work, she just wanted to get out of the 
house from time to time, and have a little money she could call her own. She 
told me that her husband John, never denied her anything she wanted, so I 
had to wonder why she felt the need to have money of her own. It sounded 
like she had it pretty good.

One afternoon, Kimmy and I were having our drink and she asked me for a 
favor. She asked me to house sit for her and John while they went on 
vacation to Mexico for a couple of weeks.

"I wouldn't ask you, but we are in a jam. Our usual house sitter bailed out 
at the last minute, and we don't have time to get another one. We are 
supposed to leave tomorrow morning." I felt sorry for her. In this part of 
the country you better not go off and leave a nice house unattended. I told 
her I would housesit for them. I wasn't planning anything anyway, and they 
had a hot tub and a pool, so it wouldn't be much of a chore. I followed 
Kimmy home and met her husband. John seemed nice, and he was very grateful 
that I was going to watch their house for them.

"Shannon," John said to me as he took me on a tour of the house, "please 
feel free to used anything you want to. For the next two weeks consider this 
your home. Kimmy and I really appreciate you doing this for us." ***

The next morning Kimmy and John took of for Mexico and I moved into their 
house. The first night was all right. I watched some TV and went to bed. The 
next night I watched a movie on DVD and went to bed. By the third night I 
was bored. That was when I decided to turn on their computer and surf the 
internet a while. The computer was just barely warmed up when I got an 
instant message with instructions to go to a message bulletin board site 
along with the site address. Well, to be technically correct, Kimmy got an 
IM. Thinking it might be something important to Kimmy or John I went and 
retrieved the message.

I was flabbergasted at the message. It said: 'Hey where you been girl. I'm 
glad you wrote. Its good to hear that you over there laying naked in bed 
with your sexy white legs open wide just thinking about me sliding up on you 
and burying that hot ass body under me. Yeah, that would feel good... you 
laying on your back and me laying flat on you... pressing my black body down 
on your white flesh. Putting my hand on your forehead and holding you down 
with my other hand under your pink ass... grabbing on the back of your thigh 
and pulling your leg out so I can sink my raw black dick in deeper. Right in 
your fucking face telling you how you my FUCKING PIECE OF CUNT NOW... 
feeling your body shoot up every time I fuck my dick in you hard!! Using my 
hand on your forehead to push back your skin and keep your eyes open... LOOK 
AT ME BITCH. TAKE A GOOD CLOSE LOOK AT THIS BLACK MAN FUCKING HIS NIGGA SEED 
IN YOUR BITCH WHITE CUNT!!

Yeah girl... that just gonna be the first round of fucking you get. My boys 
holding your ankles and wrists and spreading your body wide open for me to 
fuck. Cause you know I'm gonna get the first fuck on your body... my seed 
gonna get first take on that sweet white pussy. You can call it my finders 
fee for getting hold of you.

So you a little worried about that piece of pink ass, huh?? You should be. 
You should be kinda worried about how hard we gonna fuck it. Its gonna hurt 
some no matter what. But you can keep it from ripping open if you get a 
dildo and start working it right now. Get that asscunt stretched out a 
little before we get a hold of it. That will save you a seriously messed up 
ass.

John know he can't fuck you the way you need to be. At least he man enough 
to admit it and give up your body to a brotha that know how. You pretty 
fucking lucky you ain't gotta go sneaking around behind his back to get 
some. He a good white boy to let this happen... we gonna be real cool with 
him when you come over here. Gonna get front seats to the best fucking show 
you and him ever go to.

'You gonna come over here dressed up real fucking nice and classy. I want 
you wearing a nice cocktail outfit. Not like evening wear or some real fancy 
shit... but better than business clothes. I want you wearing nice high heels 
with thigh high stockings. And you better showing some cleavage on those 
creamy white tits you got!! Get on a brand new set of matching high cut 
panties and bra... something lacy would be real sexy. Your hair done up nice 
and pulled back. And make sure you got on nice makeup. Some light eyeshadow, 
mascara, and red lipstick. I'm gonna have so much fucking fun ripping those 
clothes off you... gonna stand you up on the coffee table in front of all my 
friends and start tearing off what you got on. Strip your ass like you a 
piece of candy that we about to eat up. Then you standing there with that 
married white body exposed and naked... gonna start grabbing at your meat... 
bending you over and grabbing on your assmeat and pulling it open... turn 
you around and grab at your tits to show them off... spread open that 
fucking cunt like you a prize pig that getting auctioned off. Stick my 
finger in your mouth and pull open your lips... show them that nice bitch 
mouth that got you in trouble. YEAH... LOOK AT THIS PIECE OF CUNT... CHECK 
OUT THAT FUCKING WHITE ASS. WE GONNA HAVE SOME FUN FUCKING ON THIS PIECE OF 
PUSSY!! SHE SAID SHE WANNA GET HER PINK ASS FUCKED OUT WITH NIGGA DICK... 
WHAT YOU THINK?? WE GONNA FUCK UP THAT PIECE OF ASSCUNT?? Bitch... we all 
gonna be laughing at you and getting all ready to fuck you up!! You gonna 
see all those black dicks coming out ready to fucking roll up inside that 
body. When I get enough of humiliating you like that... gonna be time for my 
friends to hold you down and let me break you in. When I pump that first 
load of black seed in you... they all gonna jump your pink ass!! And so 
that's how it gonna start. Think you up for it??

'Get back at me BITCH'

I sat there with my mouth open, my face wet with perspiration, and stared at 
the message. After a few numb minutes I managed to shake it off and leave 
the site. Without giving it conscious thought, I copied the message and 
saved it, and subconsciously noted where it was saved to. I turned the 
computer off and almost ran to splash cold water on my face. Holy smoke, 
that was about the rawest thing I ever saw.

I went to bed, but couldn't sleep. I kept seeing that message in my mind. 
After an hour of tossing and turning I got up and went back to the computer. 
It took me a few minutes to find the file where I had let the computer save 
the message. The file was password protected. I tried a couple of guesses 
and failed, but when I entered Blackbone, it opened for me. There were a lot 
of saved e-mail, instant messages, and what I finally figured out were chat 
room messages.

I clicked on some randomly. After a while I opened one that was apparently a 
message that Kimmy had sent to some guy named Marcus, and what had prompted 
the message I had retrieved.

Hi,

Thank you... last night was the most intense conversation I have ever had 
online. I could hardly sleep. When I got to bed I woke John. Had the best 
sex we've had for a very long time!

Everything you said shook me right to my soul... I looked at your two pics 
over and over today, imagining actually being with you. The reality of it, 
the starkness of that neighborhood, John driving me to your doorstep. The 
door opens and I see you standing there, with no shirt on. Behind you 5 
black faces all strangers. John's hand on the small of my back guiding me 
inside, the door shutting behind me.

John and I talked about it again today. I'm terrified, but excited. Part of 
me says I should run screaming from you, that you are dangerous on every 
level. I think of what my family & friends would think if they had any idea 
what I am considering. God, that would not be good. Another part of me (the 
crazy part!) wants to completely surrender myself to you, to trust that 
whatever happens will be exciting on some level.

Now John... he really wants me to do this, he says I truly belong to him if 
he can give me away like this. The time in Vegas was fun, exciting, 
something with you and your people will be different. Much more of a 
challenge. He reminded me how excited Vegas had gotten me, he said this 
would be like that but on a different level.

John made sure I understood that once I cross that line, I absolutely cannot 
back down. That you guys will not like that, I guess I understand. But what 
if I get hurt? What if you push me too far too fast? I'm most afraid of 
having anal with 5 guys. I've only done it twice, both times with John, and 
he's not like you. He's not near as domineering and big like you. But! 
That's why we are doing this, cause of your intensity, your words stir me 
up, you are so descriptive! Don't tell me that you can protect me when this 
gets started cause I won't believe you. I think that once you take me anally 
the rest of them will take a turn, Right?

I'm going to tell you something private, so please don't let on to John OK? 
I've always told him that I like rough sex, but whenever he's tried it, it 
was just not convincing, not a turn on at all, stupid even. It became a bit 
of a sore point, we end up fighting, then not talking for like two weeks. I 
said some pretty hurtful things, really dumb of me really... It was then we 
decided to take a vacation to Vegas just to get away. That's where we 
decided we needed to spice things up. Normally I would not be telling a guy 
about this stuff but this is not exactly something I can tell even my best 
girlfriend!

Have you been showing my pics to your "bros"? If so who? What did they say 
if anything? Tell me about them, John said all your friends are big!

I'm going out later tonight so I'm not going to be online but I will be 
thinking of you. Please, please write me back, please tell me of all the 
things you like, things you WILL do, things you will MAKE me do. I see the 
"line" moving closer. Write me, please. Kimmy

It took me the better part of two hours of reading the messages before I 
figured it out. Kimmy had been on line with this dude named Marcus. Marcus 
used Blackbone as a sign-on name. Apparently Kimmy had been chatting with 
Marcus and got John involved. It was also apparent that Marcus was a black 
man, and Kimmy nor John had ever met him, but they were planning on it, and 
the object seemed to be rough hot sex with Marcus and some of his black 
friends. I read the messages until it was nearly daylight. I was fascinated 
with them.

I managed to catch a few hours sleep, and then I was back at the computer. I 
got into the part of the messages where John was talking to Marcus. 
Apparently John was promoting an all black gang bang for his wife. That blew 
my mind. Why would he do that?

While reading the messages where Marcus was describing what he and his 
friends were going to do to poor Kimmy, I unconsciously began to finger 
myself. That was something I hardly ever did, but I did while reading the 
raw, totally crude, messages.

Some of the words he used were strange to me. Words like fuckmeat and 
assmeat. I managed to figure out that some of the references were about anal 
sex. Anal sex was something I had no first hand knowledge about. My ex 
wanted to try it, but I wasn't about to go there. Apparently, from what I 
was reading, Kimmy had some reservations about it also. In one message 
Marcus suggested that she use her dildo to get used to anal sex. That gave 
me an idea so I went looking for her device since I knew she had one. I 
found it and a couple others in the bedside table in the master bedroom. One 
was battery powered, and I found it more efficient than my fingers.

I managed to get away from the computer by mid afternoon, but only after I 
brought myself to several thunderous orgasms. I made myself a mental note to 
purchase one for myself and another note to get replacement batteries for 
Kimmy's. I made myself go out of the house. I went to the mall and window 
shopped for a while and went to dinner. All the while thinking about the 
messages from Marcus. I am honest enough with myself to admit that some of 
my feelings were envy. I was jealous of Kimmy, with no logical reason to be. 
For one thing she had not done anything except talk about it.

I'm not sure when I actually made the plan. I don't know if it came to me in 
small bits or all of a sudden. I suspect it was that night as I got ready 
for bed and I saw my reflection in the full-length mirror. I saw that Kimmy 
and I look very similar. We both are tall and willowy with fairly large 
breasts. Kimmy's hair was a little longer than mine, and a couple shades 
darker. It was obvious that I could never impersonate Kimmy to someone who 
actually knew her, but to someone who had never seen her, except for 
photographs, I could pass. I toyed with the idea that night and the 
following morning. One part of me thought the idea was stupid, while another 
part of me thought it was exciting. What could it hurt? I wasn't going to 
actually meet Marcus in person. I was just going to tease him a little bit. 
At least that was what I thought.

I went to my condo and got my digital camera. Using the timer, I took a few 
pictures of myself. Nothing overly provocative, just some teasing shots. I 
sent them to Marcus with the words "I'm bored."

It didn't take but a couple of hours and he responded. "Damn girl, you're 
lookin' good. I thought you were out of town for a few days. What happened? 
You know you don't have to be bored. I got a lot of hard black cock that 
will take care of that for you. Send me some more photos of that hot body."

I replied that the trip got cancelled. I used some of Kimmy's words from her 
messages as filler. I posed again in front of my camera. This time I let my 
bra fall to where the edges of the areolas could be seen. I sent them to 
Marcus. Over the next couple of days I played and teased him with photos. 
Each one a bit more daring until I was completely topless and bottomless. I 
did one close-up so that he could plainly see my face.

Corresponding with Marcus was, without a doubt, the most exciting thing I 
had ever done. I finally bought a bulk pack of batteries for Kimmy's dildo. 
On Friday I made a trip. I'm still unsure of the reason, but I had to see 
where Marcus lived. It took me an hour and a half to drive to the city and 
another hour and a half or more to locate his street.

I managed to locate the building where he lived, but I didn't tarry in that 
neighborhood. I was very uncomfortable, even in broad daylight in the 
predominately all black community. I got a lot of stares as I cruised the 
streets.

Several blocks from where Marcus lived I spotted an adult video store that 
advertised adult toys. On impulse I found a parking place and went in. It 
was my first time in such a place and nothing in my past had prepared me for 
thousands of adult video, disks, books and magazines, and hundreds of dildos 
of every size and shape imaginable. There were even eatable panties for 
sale.

I slowly walked up and down the narrow aisles of the store looking at the 
displayed decadence. One DVD caught my eye. On the cover was a rough looking 
black man holding a slim white woman by her throat. Again on impulse I 
picked it up and took it to the counter. I think it was then I noticed 
several people in the store. Some white and some black, mostly men, but 
there were a few women. I bought two dildos, one that needed batteries and 
one didn't.

The heavyset woman working behind the counter asked me if I needed batteries 
and I told her that I had plenty. She looked at me and said, "If you want to 
look at the videos in back, you'll need tokens."

"I'm sorry," I said. "What do you mean?"

"We got coin operated viewing machines in back. You have to buy tokens for 
them. If you want to see what's on this disk before you buy it, you can. 
This disk is in booth twelve," she said consulting a list. "You don't want 
to buy a pig in the poke, do you?" I bought five dollars in tokens, and made 
my way to the back where I found booth twelve.

I found the selection for my DVD and put in some of the tokens. I don't know 
what I expected, but I was shocked at what I saw. They hadn't given much 
thought to plot or script, because it was mostly all action.

A pretty white woman, wearing an obvious wig and little else, was taken 
sexually by one, then two, and finally several black men. It was gross, it 
was poorly done, and yet strangely erotic. I had to watch it in it's 
entirety, but not in that smelly booth. I left the machine still going and a 
few tokens on the shelf. I paid for my purchases and left the store almost 
in a run. I noticed a black man staring at me as I left, but didn't pay much 
attention to him. I didn't feel safe until I was in my car with the doors 
lock and under way.

That night I watched the disk twice. I used the vibrating dildo for nearly 
an hour. Not vibrating all that time, because after a while it stops being 
pleasurable and becomes uncomfortable. One part of the disk was particularly 
erotic for me. It was about half way through. The white woman had been 
screwed several times by the mean looking black man. He had taken her 
roughly in her vagina and rectum over and over. The scene faded and 
returned. The mean black man was standing over her on the bed. He had her 
legs opened and spread wide for another man to take her. The second man 
mounted the woman, slamming his penis into her in one motion. The woman 
screamed, as the first man held her legs open for the assault on her. The 
second man screwed her for several minutes, withdrew and ejaculated on her 
stomach.

A third man entered the picture and he also took the woman in an equally 
rough and callous fashion. After he finished with her all three men began to 
abuse her. At one point all three men were penetrating her vaginally, 
anally, and in her mouth. I was both disgusted and aroused as I watched 
them. I noticed that the woman seemed to experience no real pain. It was 
obvious that she was experienced at what was happening to her. In the 
credits she was listed as "Cherry Blossom", so I assumed that she was a 
professional porno actress. The second time I viewed the disk I paid more 
attention to Cherry's face and I noticed that she had to have been climaxing 
a few times. Nobody could be that good an actor.

When I managed to get up and turn the TV and DVD player off I noticed a 
cabinet with doors. Out of curiosity I opened it and discovered that either 
Kimmy or John, or maybe both, had a large collection of porno tapes and 
disks. I filed that away for further investigation. I was just too worn out 
and my pussy was just too irritated for any more activity right then.

Just as I was getting in bed, John called to see how things were going. I 
told him everything was fine and inquired how they were enjoying their 
vacation. John said they were having a wonderful time and that the weather 
was great. We talked a few more minutes and we hung up.

I drifted off to sleep thinking about the movie I had watched. In my mind, I 
had replaced Cherry Blossom with me. It was me that the man, and later, the 
men had sex with. It was me that sucked their penis and it was me that 
screamed in delight and orgasmic passion. ***

The next morning I checked the computer and saw that there was an e-mail 
from Marcus. I read it and I was stunned.

"Hey sweet cunt," it read. "I hear you was in my neighborhood today. How 
come you didn't call me? Why were you driving a car that's licensed to 
Shannon Lawson?"

Oh shit, I thought. He has my name and my address from the licenses tag. 
What was I thinking, going there? My first impulse was to deny that it was 
me. Then I remembered the black man staring at me when I left the adult 
video store. I remembered sending Marcus the photos of me. He had to have 
shown them around. I was screwed.

I hit the reply and quickly typed: Hi Marcus. I had to drive down yesterday 
and my car was in the shop. I borrowed a friend's car. It was a quick trip. 
I thought about you, but there just wasn't enough time. Hopefully later. 
Kimmy."

I sent it off and while I waited, I made myself a pot of coffee. Shit, this 
was getting complicated. My first thought was to ignore Marcus, and hope he 
would leave me alone. The fact that he knew my real name and where I lived 
was worrisome to me. I knew from the messages I saw that both John and Kimmy 
had been teasing the man unmercifully. I didn't know what Marcus was capable 
of. My life was tedious, but I didn't need a stalker to relieve the boredom.

It took about thirty minutes for Marcus to respond. It seemed that he bought 
my explanation. He told me that I should borrow the car again and come back 
on Friday afternoon. He told me in candid and crude terms what he wanted to 
do to me. Again, I felt disgust and excitement, but this time there was more 
excitement than there was disgust. Something was happening to me, and I 
wasn't sure what it was. I wasn't at all sure if I wanted it to happen to 
me.

I spent the biggest part of the morning watching porno. They had a wide 
range of stuff, and some of it didn't particularly interest me. The ones of 
just couples screwing didn't do all that much for me. I suspect I had become 
jaded early on by watching the interracial films with more than one man. 
That type of video interested me the most.

It was just after noon when the phone rang.

"Hey, you sweet white cunt," a deep voice said after I answered. I knew that 
it was Marcus. What I didn't know was that he knew their phone number.

"Hi," I said.

"Is John there?"

"No, he had to go out of town on a family emergency," I stammered.

"Sorry about that. You comin' down here tomorrow?"

"I don't think I can get away...I...I ah, I have to work."

"No you don't," he said with a chuckle. "You only work the first part of the 
week. What's going on, Kimmy?"

My mind froze for a moment. I needed to get myself out of this mess. I 
blurted out the truth, and I told Marcus everything. There was a long 
silence then he laughed loudly.

"That's some funny shit, girl," he said. "So those photos were you and not 
Kimmy, huh? I thought something was funny. She only sent me a couple that 
didn't show much of her. You look damned good to me anyway. I like your fine 
white titties and your big nipples."

"Thanks," I said my face warm. "Look Marcus I'm really sorry. I don't know 
why I did that."

"I do," he said bluntly. "You got a hankerin' for some hard black cock. You 
want what Kimmy is too chicken to go for. You want me, and some of my 
friends to fuck you 'til you can't see straight. You want to feel your cunt 
filled with black cock. You want to feel my seed squirting in your pussy and 
your asshole. That's why you did it, ain't it?"

"No," I said quickly. I said no, but I had to wonder if he was right. Was 
that what I wanted?

"Sure it is," he said calmly. "You want to know what it's like to have your 
white cunt packed with black cock. You need to know what fucking is all 
about. You want to come over and over again until you can't come no more. 
You know I can give you that, and you want it. You are going to come to my 
place tomorrow. You will dress like the slut you are. You will get your 
pussy and your ass fucked by a lot of black cock."

I opened my mouth to tell him he was wrong, but I didn't tell him that. I 
knew in my heart that I did want to experience something new and exciting. I 
wanted what Cherry Blossom had got.

"No, Marcus," I said. My voice was calm, but my heart was racing a mile a 
minute. "I can't come there. That won't work for me."

"Okay sweet pussy, I'll come there," he answered reasonably. "Where do you 
want me to come to?"

"I don't know," I said less calmly than I had been speaking. "Call me back 
in an hour." I hung up and made some more coffee. What the hell was I doing? 
Suddenly I had a thought. Several years previously Sam had gotten a credit 
card for one of the girls in the office to use for company business. After 
we sold the business, I kept the card. I called the Regina Hotel and used 
the card to make a reservation in Sara Davenport's name. The bill would come 
to me, and I'd pay it, so it wasn't fraud. I felt that I would have some 
protection in a major hotel.

When Marcus called back I told him where to meet me. He laughed and told me 
that he would bring thirty or more inches of hard black cock. I felt a 
fluttering in my stomach, and asked myself again what the hell was I doing. 
I also asked myself if I really was going to do it. I knew the answer.

Nevertheless, that night I tossed and turned, sleeping fitfully. Images from 
the DVD I'd purchased whirled through my mind's eye like a kaleidoscope. 
Whenever I fitfully slept nocturnal erotic fantasies juxtaposed myself in 
place of Cherry Blossom once again. But Marcus' face & phallus from Kim's 
emails took the place of the DVD's black men.

Unable to sleep as the first light of dawn appeared I dragged myself out of 
the sweaty sheets. While the hot tub filled I caught a glimpse of myself in 
the mirror. My nipples were turgid and prominently spiked more than I've 
ever been. If that tableau wasn't enough proof of unusually extraordinary 
sexual arousal, then the sight of my swollen outer labia protruding through 
the cum-matted pubic hair was irrefutable confirmation.

The image reflected back to me in the mirror was that of a wanton, intensely 
aroused, woman consumed with once unthinkable and even now unbelievable 
sexual inclinations. No matter how the rationale part of my mind desperately 
tried to dissuade me from even considering, let alone acting upon such 
previously uncharacteristic salacious urges, the visible proof reflected 
back at me was assurance that the boredom in my life was about to be 
vanquished in a manner I would never have anticipated in my wildest dreams 
only a few na�ve days earlier. With a wry smile reflected back to me I began 
to finally accept that by the end of the next twenty-four or more hours I 
would join the growing ranks of white women who once off-handedly dismissed 
the whispered rumors of incomparable sexual prowess of black men as 
inconceivable and unfounded reverse racial myth.

Lowering my inflamed body into the equally hot swirling water I wondered 
whether or not I could and actually would leave the safety of my once boring 
yet unfulfilled life and venture into the dark side. Enveloped by the warmth 
of the hot tub I tried to no avail to relax, but the whirlwind of erotic 
thoughts wouldn't let me. Gradually the myriad of erotic interracial images 
and thoughts focused on one singular and all important question, "if I dare 
venture into East LA to meet Marcus and his minions and willingly submit 
myself to being gangbanged by several unknown black strangers, then would 
the experience scar my sexuality so much I would withdraw back into a 
self-imposed cocoon? Or would submitting myself to the anticipated 
interracial sexual debauchery fulfill some nagging unknown salacious 
yearning awakened over the past few days not only fulfilling the adage, 
'once a white woman goes black, she'll always go back,' but also leaving me 
irrevocably addicted to interracial sexuality as black cock slut Shannon!

Part Two

I glanced at my watch for the thousandth time. It was nearly six 
o'clock...the appointed hour. Over the course of the day I nearly backed out 
every few minutes or so. It was as if a battle for control was going on in 
my mind. So far the illogical, reckless, lustful, and provocative side of 
the brain was in control. But just barely. I made up my mind if no one 
showed up by one minute after six I would leave the hotel and go home.

At two minutes until six there was a knock at the door. My heart beat 
doubled and then doubled again, and there was a roaring in my head. I forced 
myself to answer the door.

I recognized him from the photos on Kimmy's computer. I opened my mouth to 
invite him in, but closed it without speaking. I opened the door wider and 
stepped aside.

Marcus walked in the room a few feet, stopped, turned and looked at me. He 
was wearing a knee length black leather coat which was open like the black 
silk shirt beneath it, displaying a deep brown broad muscular chest. There 
were scars on his face that hadn't been visible in the photo.

"Close the door," he said in a deep voice. "The others will be along in a 
while." I did as he said and turned to face him. I wasn't at all sure my 
legs would hold me up. I could feel his eyes as he looked at me. He started 
at my feet and let his eyes slowly move upward.

I was wearing a electric blue cocktail dress with matching heels. The dress 
came to mid thigh and had a plunging d�colletage. I had on a matching thong 
and pushup bra. I felt tremendously sexy, but I wasn't sure I would ever 
wear the outfit in public. The bra was almost pushing my breasts out of the 
dress.

"Nice," Marcus said when he completed his inspection. "Mighty fuckin' nice. 
Now get your ass over here to me, cunt." I made the journey of the six feet 
that separated us, but it seemed like I was wading through some thick 
liquid. It took all of my effort to reach Marcus. When I was within reach he 
reached and pulled me the rest of the way. He pulled me close to him and he 
kissed me. It wasn't like any other kiss I ever had before. He consumed me 
with his mouth and his thick lips, and his tongue searched the inside pf my 
mouth.

"Take off your clothes," he said when he finally released me from his 
embrace. It didn't even dawn on me to refuse or to question his order. I 
slipped the dress off leaving me wearing only the thong, bra and heels. 
"Nice," he said. "Walk around for me and let me get a good look at your fine 
white body." Again I did as he said. I made one circuit of the room and came 
back to stand in front of him. While I walked he removed his leather coat. 
He reached out and felt my breasts. He pulled the bran down to access my 
nipples which he tugged and twisted cruelly. Then he let his hand fall to 
the thong. Using his thick fingers he moved the tiny piece of material 
aside, and put a finger in my moist pussy. I had to put my hands on his 
massive chest to steady myself, and I moaned as he rubbed my clitoris.

"Damn, girl," he said. "You are ready for a fuckin' ain't you? Your cunt is 
wet and your are hot for it. Get on your knees and take my cock out."

I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. I unzipped his fly with shaking 
hands. I had seen pictures of his cock on Kimmy's computer but nothing could 
have prepared me for the actual sight of it. His penis leaped out at me as 
if it were some living thing. I would have moved back if it were not for his 
hand on my head. He held me in place.

"You like that black meat, cunt?" he asked. Frankly I wasn't sure, but I 
knew he expected for me to say I did, so I nodded. "Show me how much you 
like it. Suck my cock you worthless piece of white cuntmeat."

I took the hot, hard penis in my hand and lowered my mouth to it. I had 
cringed every time he called me a name, but I made no protest. I licked and 
worshiped his manhood until he told me to stop.

"That's enough for now," he said lifting me to my feet. "I'm going to cum in 
your fuckin' mouth plenty of times, but not right now. He unsnapped the bra 
and tossed it aside. He removed the thong and also cast it aside. Now except 
for my shoes I was totally nude.

"Do you have protection? I managed to ask whit my dry mouth.

"Fuck that," he snarled. He advanced and forced me back to the bed. "You 
bitch, are going to feel nothing but my cock in you." When My legs hit the 
edge of the bed, I fell back and Marcus came down on me. With one motion he 
lifted and spread my legs and stuck the tip of his cock in me. It wasn't but 
an inch or so, yet I had an orgasm. "You want some more?" he asked.

"Yes," I said more loudly then I intended. "Yes give me more."

"Tell me you want me to stick the rest of my black cock in your cunt, and 
you tell me that you want me to fuck you."

"Yes, yes I want you to stick the rest your black cock in me and fuck...ahhh 
shit!" Marcus rammed the rest of his cock in me causing me to have another 
orgasm. A big one that time. He didn't give me any time to adjust to his 
size. He started pumping at me hard and continued to until I climaxed two 
more times.

Marcus put me on my knees and screwed me dog fashion. He did me that way for 
several minutes. He then had me mount him. I came as I slid down on his 
slick pole. I was climaxing more in just an hour than I ever had in the time 
Sam and I were married. I had not known that I was multi-orgasmic. Marcus 
was about to come, I could tell by the expression on his cruel, scarred 
face, and when he ejaculated, I could feel it when it hit my womb. I came 
again when it did. We lay on the bed in silence for a few minutes.

"Okay, bitch get your ass up and hit the shower," he said after a while. 
"Get your clothes back on, 'cause the boys will be here in a few minutes. I 
want them to see you like I did the first time."

It seemed like a reasonable request so I gathered up my clothing and went to 
the shower on shaking legs. I thought about what lay ahead of me and 
realized that I was both excited and frightened.

I was nearly dressed when I heard the knock on the room door. I could hear 
men's voices as I applied my ruined makeup. Briefly I considered locking the 
bathroom door and stay there until they went away. I say briefly because I 
knew that I wouldn't. I wanted to see what was going to happen. The episode 
with Marcus was the most exciting and fulfilling time of my life. I had to 
know if adding more men would make it better or worse. I had to find out.

"Here the bitch is," Marcus announced as I came out of the bath. "This is 
Tony," Marcus said indicating a large man who was completely bald with a 
diamond stud in one ear. That dude over there is Derrick. Dudes this is 
Kimmy's substitute. Her name is Shannon.

"You done tapped her yet?" the man he called Tony asked.

"Yeah man. Good tight pussy, too," Marcus said with a laugh.

"What about the whore's ass," Derrick asked. "How's that?"

"Waited for you boys to see her get my cock up her shitter," Marcus said. 
"Hey, you, cunt. Get over here and give Tony and Derrick some lovin'."

I walked over to where Tony and Derrick were sitting. I leaned down to give 
Tony a kiss and he pulled me down onto his lap. My legs flew apart, and I 
knew that the one called Derrick got a good view of my blue thong. While 
Tony kissed me, Derrick pushed my legs farther apart. I felt his fingers on 
my panty covered pussy. Tony had one hand down the front of my dress and was 
toying with a nipple.

Tony passed me to his friend who kissed me hard. I could feel Tony removing 
the thong, and it wasn't but a moment later I felt his warm breath and his 
lips on my pussy.

"Hey Derrick," Marcus said with a laugh, "Tony has his tongue where I had my 
cock a few minutes ago."

"I don't give a shit," came the muffled voice of Tony. "I like to eat a 
white woman's cunt."

"Get the rest of them clothes off her and get her ass over on the bed," 
Marcus instructed. "You can bite the damned thing off for all I care."

"I care!" Derrick said. "Don't be bitin' nothin' off 'till I fuck her."

Between the two of them they made short work of my dress and under things. 
In moments I was naked again. While Derrick kissed me and played with my 
boobs, Tony continued his assault on my pussy.

"Come on men," Marcus said. "Get her over on the fuckin' bed. Let's fuck 
that whore."

Derrick carried me to the bed. It was probably a good thing, because I'm not 
sure I could have made it on my own. He lay me down and did a body block on 
Tony who was trying to get his mouth back on my pussy. Derrick mounted me 
and fucked me hard for several minutes. He withdrew and Tony got on me. He 
too, hammered away at me for a while. Then he withdrew without coming and 
Marcus got on me. I was in a constant stare of orgasm. When Marcus pulled 
out of me, Derrick was back. The kept it up for nearly half an hour. One 
right after another. They called me terrible names while they fucked me and 
while they watched their friend fuck me. Whore, cunt, bitch were just some 
of the foul things they called me. I didn't care what they called me as long 
as they kept fucking me.

I was on top of Derrick when I felt something cold on my butt. I looked back 
to see Marcus with a tube of something in his hand.

"Lube," Marcus said. "For your asshole. Time to get your little white ass 
fucked." He put his finger inside my butt and wiggled it around. He took his 
finger out, put some more lube on it and shoved it back in. It wasn't all 
that unpleasant, but right at that moment I had Derricks cock in me and was 
fast approaching another climax. I didn't really care what Marcus did to me.

I felt Marcus as he got on the bed behind me. I felt his hands as he lifted 
me off of Derrick. I could feel his cock at the entrance to my ass. I felt a 
fiery pain when he shoved his cock in me.

"Oh God! Take it out. You are killing me! It's hurts!" I squalled. It felt 
like he had shoved a red hot pipe up my butt.

"Relax, you stupid cunt," Marcus snarled. "It'll stop hurting in a minute. 
Just stay still."

He and Derrick held me in place, and the pain did subside after a few 
minutes. Derrick got on his knees in front of me.

"Here, whore," he said pushing my head down to his wet stick dick. "Suck on 
this and it'll take your mind off Marcus' cock. You bite me and I'll knock 
your fuckin' teeth out."

After another few minutes Marcus began to push more of his cock in my ass. 
He rocked back and forth, each time putting a little more of himself in me.

"She's a natural cocksucker," Derrick said.

"She a natural assfuckin' whore, too," Marcus said. "She with the program 
now. Look at her. The stinkin' piece of white trash loves her ass being 
fucked."

'I am not a whore,' I kept saying over and over to myself as I pushed back 
at Marcus' cock and as I sucked Derrick's cock. 'I am not white trash.' I 
said as the three men took turns with my butt. I said it but I didn't really 
believe it.

Over the next two hours the three of them had me in every conceivable way 
while they demolished the honor bar. Sometime around midnight one of them 
called room service and had more booze sent up. Sara Davenport was going to 
have a whopping big bill.

The young black room service waiter's eyes nearly popped out of his head. He 
saw three black men, all naked and a naked white woman laying on the bed. I 
wanted to cover up, but Marcus wouldn't let me. He made me give the waiter a 
blow job as a tip. I was nearly dieing with shame. Marcus told the man to 
come back later and fuck me. He left the room promising to return.

After some drinks and what was left of the snacks, they were back at me. I 
have no idea how many women the trio had screwed, but the were experienced 
at keeping me full of cock and on a sexual high. One at a time, two at a 
time, and finally all three of them were in me. Marcus told me that they 
were making me airtight. I remember him telling me that our next meeting 
would be at his place for a gang bang. He told me that he would sell my ass 
to his friends to enjoy. He told me using graphic terms what they would do 
to me and how much I was going to hate it and enjoy it.

I don't know what time it was, just that it was in the wee hours of the 
morning, when they left me. I was only semi-aware when they departed. When I 
awaken it was mid-morning. My pussy and my butt were sore and tender.

I didn't bother to clean up. I gathered up my clothes and checked out of the 
hotel. I went back to John and Kimmy's house, and showered while the hot tub 
filled and heated.

Lowering my inflamed body into the equally hot swirling water I had wondered 
whether or not I could leave the safety of my once boring yet unfulfilled 
life and venture into the dark side. Enveloped by the warmth of the hot tub 
I tried to no avail to relax, but the whirlwind of erotic thoughts wouldn't 
let me. I clearly remembered the humiliation, the pain and the total 
pleasure of once inconceivable curiosity and recent salacious fantasies 
about interracial sex being taken to reality with Marcus, Derrick and Tony.

Gradually the myriad of erotic interracial images and thoughts focused on 
one singular and all important question, "if I dare venture into East LA to 
meet Marcus and his minions and willingly submit myself to being gangbanged 
by several unknown black strangers, then would the experience scar my 
sexuality so much I would withdraw back into a self-imposed cocoon? I told 
myself that I wouldn't go. I told myself that I am still the prim and proper 
lady I have always been and am above any further submissive interracial 
depravity.

All the while I'm telling myself that what I had done was only a one-time 
thing, I know I'm only kidding myself. Last's night's sexually experimental 
debauchery not only fulfilled the unexpectedly recent salacious yearning as 
anticipated, but as also suspected left me irrevocably addicted to 
interracial sexuality. I just don't know when, but there is little doubt I 
will submit myself with little or no qualms to being sexually used by Marcus 
and a lot more than three black men fulfilling the adage, 'once a white 
woman goes black, she'll always go back!'

Not long ago an accurate summary of the former me was boring, conservative 
and single. This totally unanticipated sexual awakening during the past few 
days and last night more than likely redefines BCS Shannon as Black Cock 
Slut Shannon!
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