index


Message-ID: <52153asstr$1128543001@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: "jack" <jack2298@charter.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Ali by shooter3704 (m+ ff grp ir)
Lines: 1424
Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2005 16:10:01 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d


ALI By Shooter3704

   My name is Ali Baker.  A year ago I became single again because my
former husband looked for and found greener pastures.  Dan and I married
young and neither of us were really in love with the other.  I think we
were in love with the idea of being in love.  Our friends were all getting
married so we did also.  I didn't blame Dan because we were just going
through the motions.  Even so, breaking up was hard on me.  I put
everything I had including my time, talent, and energy into my work.  Being
focused on work paid off better after I no longer had to divide my time and
attention on a home and husband.

   After college, Dan and I, mostly I, bought a small ad agency.  When we
split up Dan wanted no part of the business and he signed it all over to
me, bills included.  Now after just over a year the business was finally
doing all right.  I added two more employees to handle the business that
had come in.  I no longer had to work the eighteen and twenty hour days,
but I did because I didn't have anything else worth doing.

   Sex was not something I spent much time thinking about.  Sex with Dan
was always nice but never the bells and whistles I read about in the
romance novels.  Since the divorce I didn't even waste time reading such
novels.  If I got horny, which I occasionally did, I used my trusty dildo
and got over it.

   One of the ladies that worked for me was a long tall sexpot.  Lois
Williams spent a lot of her time and her energy satisfying the men in her
life.  Lois was a healthy sex centered creature and made no bones about it.
I didn't understand her life style but what she did away from the office
was her business.  The problem was Lois couldn't get her sex life and her
work completely separated.  I threatened several times to let her go, but
in spite of her shortcomings, Lois was a good ad person.  I was well aware
that it was her sexuality that brought in some of the clients and it was
her easy nature that kept them.

   Alice McKinsey, another employee stated one time that Lois gave away
more pussy in a month than most women did in a year.  Alice was a more
mature lady, about forty and married with a house full of kids.  Even so
she and Lois got along well.

   I'll try to describe myself.  I'm twenty nine, five-seven, one hundred
twenty-five or so pounds.  My boobs are what the novels describe as full.
Thirty-six D as a matter of fact.  My butt is big and flabby.  Okay, that's
a little harsh.  Round and less than firm would be more accurate.  I'm
spending a couple hours a week at the gym now that I have help in the shop,
so I'm trying to fix the 'not so firm' part.  Being a successful business
woman makes the fact that I'm a natural blonde seem strange to some.  Not
that I ever gave much credence to the dumb blonde crap.  I keep my hair cut
short mainly because I don't like spending more time than necessary to fix
it.  Unlike a lot of blondes I tan nicely when I have a chance to get out
in the sun.  Lately I've cheated some and used a tanning bed to get that
nice rich tan.  As to my facial features I think most people would describe
me as cute rather than pretty.  Never beautiful.  Probably I have the
wholesome girl next door look.  My teeth are perfect thanks to parents who
forked out a ton of money during my formative years for braces.  My eyes
are light green most of the time.  When I get mad or excited they change to
a deep emerald green.  Or so I've been told.  I have never thought of
myself as sexy and that is where this story begins.

   "I don't understand you," Lois was saying to me.  "You got a great body
and you look good, so why are you living like a nun?" This was not the
first time we had the discussion.  The fact that I forbad Lois to talk
about my love life, or lack of a love life, didn't seem to deter her at
all.

   "Let's just say that I've been there and done that," I answered hoping
in vain that it would satisfy her.  It didn't.

   "You got to get back on the horse," Lois said.  "Better yet, get back on
a big ol' fat hard cock.  It isn't natural to go without sex.  What about
women?  You prefer the softer sex?" God, Why didn't she just shut up?

   "No," I answered while mentally counting to ten.  "Men are just fine
with me, Lois.  Don't you have anything else to do but worry about my
affairs?"

   "You haven't got any affairs, dammit!" Lois yelled angrily.  What the
hell was she pissed at?  "You just set around here all day looking like you
could suck oats from a jug.  You are a pretty girl yet you always have an
expression like you just bit into something sour.  Go out!  Go get laid! 
Get some dick and wipe that old maid look off your face."

   Just as I was clouding up to rain all over her, it dawned on me that she
could be right.  Maybe I was taking my lack of sex out on the help.  Not
that I thought I had a lack of sex.  I thought I was doing just fine with
my life of solitude.  I thought about the tee-shirt I had that said, "a
woman needs a man like a frog needs a bicycle".

   "I know your marriage went in the ditch," Lois continued.  "I'm not
suggesting you run out and get married or anything like that.  I'm saying
go out and dangle your feet in the water.  See what's out there.  Have a
few laughs and get fucked, for pity sake.  Get a beef injection.  Take some
guy and fuck his brains out and make yourself happy." Lois took a breath
and said.  "That's all I'm saying, Ali."

   To make a long story shorter I let Lois talk me into going out for a few
drinks on Friday night.  It was a sacrifice because Friday night was
usually the night I did my laundry and watched a rented sappy movie.  The
things I'm willing to do for my employee's benefit.

   "You're not wearing that." Lois said taking one look at my attire for
the evening.  "No fuckin' way!" She spent fifteen minutes looking through
my closet until she came to what I thought of as slut-wear.  She found a
tiny little cocktail dress that Dan had insisted I buy for some occasion or
other.  I had only worn it that one time.  Low plunging neckline and it
only came to mid thigh.  I felt like my ass was shining or my boobs would
fall out.

   "That's a dress a slut would wear," I protested.

   "There you go," Lois responded.  "Tonight you are the biggest slut in
town.  You, Ali, are the queen of sluts.  You got it and you're going to
flaunt it.  No bra, no panties.  Give the guys something to look at." Lois
didn't pay any attention to my protests and thirty minutes later we left my
apartment with me looking like a hooker, or so I thought.

   The first club we visited was just a loud meat market.  I couldn't help
but notice the look of desperation on the faces of both men and women as
they appraised one another.  In the space of a few minutes heard dozens of
tired old lines, most of which I ignored.  Because of the extremely loud
music we had to yell to be heard.

   The next place was quieter but there was still that look of desperation
on the faces.  I'll have to admit that Lois was an accomplished tour guide.
She kept a drink in front of us most of the time and I don't think she
bought any of them.

   The third place was quieter still and not as swarming.  By the time we
got there my head was spinning from the drinks.  Since leaving college I
haven't drank much and was badly out of practice.  Lois and I sat at the
bar waiting on a table to become vacant.  I was sipping something that I
didn't recognize but it tasted good.  I was only vaguely aware when someone
moved to the stool beside me.

   "What are you drinking?" A male voice asked.  It took a moment to
realize that the question was directed toward me.

   "I'm not sure," I answered turning to see who asked the question.  He
was a dark skinned man, obviously tall when not sitting, with shinny black
hair, and dark sparkling eyes.  "Hi," I said.

   "Hi, right back at you," he answered with a big smile showing a lot of
white teeth.  "I'm Jack Crow."

   "Hello Jack.  I'm Ali.  You come here often?  What's your sign?  And
what do you do at the CIA?" That caused him to laugh out loud.

   "Never been here before tonight," he said leaning toward me.  "Sorry,
don't have a clue what my sign is and I don't work for the CIA.  I'm a
astronaut with NASSA.  I'm very rich and own a yacht and a private jet.  I
also own this club."

   "No you don't," I said smiling.  "I happen to be the owner of this
club."

   "Oops, sorry.  I forgot I own the one down the street.  Hard to keep up
with all I own.  Nice club you got here.  Would you want to fly to Paris
with me for the weekend?"

   "I don't think so," I answered.  "I was there last weekend.  Paris is
such a bore these days, don't you think?"

   "I expect it is," he said still smiling.  "I've never been there.  I'm
not really an astronaut but I do own a small plane.  It's a Beech Baron and
my yacht is a seventeen foot bass boat that I still am making payments on.
Two lawyers were walking down the sidewalk when a beautiful young woman
approached them.  One said to the other.  'Boy I'd sure like to screw her'.
The other said, "Out of what?' Do you know what is brown and black and
looks good on a lawyer?  A Doberman."

   "Oh, so you're a lawyer, huh?" I said laughing.  "Is that called a
preemptive strike?"

   He laughed with me.  "I suppose it is.  Yes, I am an attorney and I've
heard all the jokes."

   "What do you call thirty thousand lawyers on the bottom of the ocean?"

   "A good start," he replied.  "How about this one?  An attorney,
addressing the jury and speaking of his client who recently killed his
parents: "Dear ladies and gentlemen, please take mercy and release this
poor orphan."
Not to be outdone I said, "A law firm receptionist answered the phone
the morning after the firm's senior partner had passed away unexpectedly.
"Is Mr.  Smith there?", asked the client on the phone.  "I'm very sorry,"
the receptionist answered, "but Mr.  Smith passed away last night." "Is Mr.
Smith there?", repeated the client.  The receptionist was perplexed. 
"Perhaps you didn't understand me, I'm afraid Mr.  Smith passed away last
night." "Is Mr.  Smith there?", the client again asked.  "Ma'am, do you
understand what I'm saying?", said the exasperated receptionist, "Mr. 
Smith is DEAD!" "Oh I understand you perfectly," said the client, "I just

can't hear it often enough."

   He laughed.  "An oldie but a goody.  Here's one, An attorney ran over to
the office of his client.  "I can't believe it!" said the angered attorney,
"You sent a case of Dom Perignon to the judge in your case?  That judge is
as straight as an arrow.  Now we're certain to lose this case!" "Relax,"
said the client, "I sent it in the prosecutor's name."

   Lois, who had been engaged with some guy who was putting the full court
press on her, became interested in what Jack and I were talking about.

   "I love lawyer jokes," she said turning her back on her suitor.  "Why
does the Bar prohibit lawyers from having sex with their clients?  To
prevent clients from being billed twice for the same service."

   "Good one," Jack acknowledged.  I noticed that he gave Lois a good
look-over.  "A man was sent to Hell for his sins.  As he was being taken to
his place of eternal torment, he passed a room where a lawyer was having an
intimate encounter with a beautiful young woman.  "What a rip-off," the man
muttered.  "I have to roast for all eternity, and that lawyer gets to spend
it with a beautiful woman." Jabbing the man with his pitchfork, the
escorting demon snarled, "Who are you to question that woman's punishment?"

   "Okay, so you know more lawyer jokes than I do," Lois said giving Jack a
laugh.  "A few years ago I would ask if you were an Indian, but frankly I
don't know what considered politically correct these days."

   "I consider myself an American Indian," Jack answered.  "And a proud
member of the Cherokee Nation.  If you refer to me as a Native American I
will answer, but the truth is, we just got here a few thousand years before
the rest of you did.  I also know a lot of Indian jokes." From the look on
his face I assumed he had fallen for Lois's charm and oozing sexuality. 
"Are you two here together?"

   "We're not a couple, if that's what you mean?" Lois joked.  "I'm sure
it's possible for you to split us up."

   "If a lawyer falls overboard in shark infested waters why won't the
sharks attack him?" I asked.

   "Professional courteously," Jack said turning away from Lois to face me.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I hope my mouth hadn't dropped open from the
surprise.  This hunk had asked me and not my sexpot companion.  Lois looked
as surprised as I felt but she quickly smiled and went back to the guy who
was waiting patently for her attention.

   "So tell me all about Ali Baker," Jack asked.  We had left the club and
strolled down to a quiet lounge a few block away.  I gave him a quick
thumbnail description of who I was.  His eyebrows rose when I told him
about the divorce.  I asked him for his life's story.  I learned that he
was thirty-two, never married, unattached, and apparently successful at his
vocation.  He had graduated from law school after migrating from his
childhood home in North Carolina.

   "I intended on going home to practice law," Jack said.  I asked him why
he had not.  "I met a woman," he said laughing.  "I thought I was in love
and she had no intention of going to North, 'you got to be kidding me',
Carolina.  By the time I figured out it wasn't love, I had a good position
with a well known law firm.  My firm liked the idea of having an Native
American on staff.  I flatter myself in thinking that I'm a good litigator
and that's why I'm now a partner.  Not a full partner, but there is still
time to rise to those lofty heights." He glanced at his expensive watch. 
"I have a nice condo and I would like to show it to you." I wasn't sure how
to reply.  "Tonight would be a perfect time." Jack Crow apparently didn't
not let grass grow under his feet.

   I was torn two ways.  I wanted him to like me.  I wanted to get to know
him better but I also didn't want to him to think I would jump into bed
with just anybody that happened by.

   "Why me?" I asked.  "Why not Lois?"

   "Lois?  Oh, your friend.  She's not my type.  I've met a lot of women
like her.  She would love to take an Indian to bed to claim bragging rights
and to demonstrate how liberal she is.  The problem is, the relationship
would go nowhere.  The novelty would soon wear off and she would be gone,
looking for someone new.  Frankly Ali, I've had enough of that crap." He
certainly looked sincere but I reminded myself that he was a lawyer.  They
know how to appear sincere.  "I'm not looking for a one night stand.  I'm
not going to lie and tell you that I'm not interested in sex, because I am.
I am very attracted to you and I want you.  If not tonight then tomorrow
night or next week."

   "I see," I said.  If Jack Crow was putting a con on me it was a good one
and it was working.  "I think I would like to see your condo." Damn, I
hadn't meant to say that.  I had intended on playing it cool.  Before I
could think of how to temper my statement, Jack paid the check and we were
out the door.  ***

   "So, tell me all," Lois demanded on Monday morning before I hardly got
in the door.  "Did you get some?  How was Tonto in bed?"

   I had no intention of telling Lois anything but with all of her other
qualities she is an expert interrogator.  Before I knew it she had the
whole story out of me.  I told her, and Alice, who moved her chair closer
to hear better, about my weekend.

   "I went with him to his condo, which happens to be in a very good
neighborhood.  At first it looked like a typical bachelor pad, but I soon
saw that he was a man of taste.  His place was furnished nicely," I told
them.

   "Who gives a shit about his pad.  Cut to the chase," Lois said.  "Did
you do the nasty with him?" I had to laugh at her crudeness.

   "Yes we did the nasty," I answered laughing.  "We also made love once or
twice, too.  Jack Crow proved to be a great lover.  He was kind, and gently
and did everything right.  He made sure that I was satisfied long before he
was." I smiled remembering how Jack Crow had made me hear the bells and the
whistles that I hadn't heard before.  I saw a light show when be brought me
to the many orgasms I experienced.  In fact in one short weekend I had more
wonderful climaxes than I had experienced my whole married life.  I now
knew what the romance novelists had been talking about.

   "Tell me," Lois insisted, "is he hung like a bear?"

   "I don't have any idea how big a bear's thing is," I answered laughing.
"He's a little bigger than Dan is, but it's not size that separates him
from other men I have known.  It's how he used it.  He was insatiable.  Dan
was good for one time a night and that was it.  Jack kept it up for a long
time and after he came he only needed a few minutes and he was ready to go
again.  I would be afraid to even guess how many times we did it.  All I
can say is, by the time I got home Sunday afternoon, I was walking
bowl-legged.  I'm still a little tender, if you know what I mean."

   "Damn!  I shouldn't have let him get away from me," Lois said.  "I knew
he would be a stud." I didn't see any point in mentioning to Lois that she
never had a shot at Jack, but I sure wanted to.  In all honestly I wanted
to gloat a some that little ol' me got the stud and the sexpot didn't.

   On Tuesday Jack called my office.  He started the conversation with,
"What's the difference between a lawyer and a catfish?  One is a slimy,
bottom dwelling, scum sucker.  The other is a fish.  How about lunch?"

   "Sure as long as it's not fish," I answered.  "Should I meet you
somewhere?"

   "Yes, my condo.  I was thinking that we could eat a light lunch and then
I could eat you."

   "Sounds like a plan.  I'll see you at eleven-thirty," I said trying not
to show any expression on my face that Lois or Alice could detect.  I
should have known better.

   "A nooner!" Lois said.  "I love nooners.  Getting all hot, sweaty, and
gooey in the middle of the day is the only way."

   "So we shouldn't expect you back until later in the afternoon," Alice
said with a wise smile.  "Is this when I should mention birth control?"

   "I'm back on the pill," I said.

   "Since when?" Lois asked.

   "Since this morning," I answered.  "Jack mentioned that he didn't care
for condoms.  Anyway I'm safe for a few weeks and by that time the pills
will have taken effect."

   "Good, you're going bareback today," Lois said with a loud laugh.  "Much
better that way.  It won't be long before you two will be doing mooners."

   "What's a mooner?" Alice asked.

   "A nooner, only sooner," Lois answered with a smile.  "Do you have anal
lube, Ali?" The question startled me.  Why would I need that, I wondered? I
had only engaged in anal sex once when I was in college and I had been
drunk at the time.  I remember I had a sore ass for several days afterward.
"I wouldn't worry about it," Lois commented.  "An ass fucker usually has
something close at hand.  Remember Ali, men like it when you swallow their
cum, so don't spit it out when he unloads in your mouth." I nearly ran from
my office to escape Lois's ribald suggestions and comments.

   Over the preceding weekend Jack and I discover a lot of things about
each other, but there was still a lot we didn't know.  Frankly I was still
inhibited when it came to sex.  I was mostly comfortable being nude with
Jack because he seemed to like my body.  He had managed to kiss every part
of it , even my feet.  But I didn't know if he had a foot fetish or if he
was into anal sex.  I did know that he seemed to like oral sex.  Both
giving and receiving.  It was scary and exciting to have the opportunity to
discover things about him.

   Our noon time sex was just great as I expected it to be.  Jack sent me
to the moon several times.  We were laying on the bed, both of us spent and
satisfied.  We were eating the delayed lunch, balancing the plates on our
stomachs.

   "So, how did you determine the girl you stays here for wasn't the one?"
I asked.  Jack chewed his food and looked thoughtful for a moment.

   "I suppose it was a combination of several things," he answered
seriously.  "One thing was we discovered that we didn't like many of the
same things.  Food, movies, and most important, sex.  She put up with sex,
but it wasn't very important to her.  I got the impression that she figured
it was payment for a visit to a nice restaurant or payment for other gifts.
I, on the other hand, take sex seriously.  It's not the most important
thing in the world but it's sure in the top five or six.  She would not
even consider anything she thought to be kinky."

   "Really?" I said.  "How narrow minded of her.  Kinky like how?" I wasn't
sure I wanted to hear about kinky sex, but I had to know if he was a
pervert or not.

   "I brought some adult videos in to watch with her.  She hit the ceiling.
Once when I mention doing it doggy style she looked like she was going to
be sick." That didn't sound perverted to me.  Dan and I often watched
triple X videos.  Doggy style is one of my favorite positions.  "And God
forbid oral sex," Jack added.  "I tried to eat her once and she ran out of
the bedroom.  The next time she ran off from the bed I asked her to stay
gone.  Enough is enough."

   "Are you planning on asking me to do anything kinky?" I asked.

   "Of course I will," Jack answered laying the plate aside and tickling my
nipple which sprang to attention.  "I prefer a polite no think you to 'fuck
you pervert'." I had to laugh at that.  I reminded myself that I didn't
think oral sex or dog fashion was kinky.

   "Like what?" I pressed.

   "Like asking you to pose nude for me," Jack said.  "I'm a pretty good
photographer.  Like doing anal sex." I decided to not ask too many
questions about anal sex.  I didn't want to know too much.

   "Pose naked?  Me?" No one had ever asked me to do that.  Would I do it?
I was going to have to give that a lot of serious thought.

   "Of course you," Jack said and put his lips onto my nipple and then
biting gently.  That caused a shutter to run through me.  I've always known
that my nipples were sensitive but never anything like they were with Jack.
"You have no idea how good you really look.  You have an almost perfect
body and your breasts are just wonderful." His hand went to my pussy and he
opened my cuntal lips and tickled my clit.  "The prettiest pussy in the
world, in my opinion.  I really like your pussy when my come is leaking out
of it like now." He punctuated that remark by putting two fingers in me and
wiggling them.  I had another orgasm from that.  This man was turning me
into some sort of climax freak.  He took a cracker from my plate and
smeared our combined juices on it.  He ate half and offered me the other
half which I ate also.  That struck me as a little kinky, but then again
what the hell do I know?  ***

   Over the next month, Jack and I met every chance we found.  Nooners and
mooners and whatever they call afternoon meetings.  Frankly I became
enraptured with sex with Jack.  Maybe it was more like becoming under a
spell from a benign wizard.  I had never considered myself a submissive
person, but gradually I found I did whatever Jack wanted me to do.  He
asked me to wear provocative clothes when we went out.  At first I resisted
but soon found that I liked it that he was proud of me and wanted to show
me off.  That was one thing.  Another was he wanted me to have my pubic
hair removed by a professional.  Again it seemed a small thing to do for
him after all he was doing for me.  It was expensive, but Jack paid so I
was out nothing but some time and a little pain.

   He took a million photos of me in various stages of undress and some
were just plain raunchy.  At first I was uncomfortable doing his modeling,
but gradually I got used to spreading my legs and fingering myself for him.
Also, in the interest of truth, I got where I enjoyed posing for him.  Jack
took photos of me with my mouth open showing his sperm.  He took photos of
me with a huge dildo he bought.  He also got some shots of the butt plug he
got for me.  It was a nice turn-on and was always followed by some hot
steamy sex.

   Speaking of the butt plug, Lois was right about anal sex.  Jack started
me on it after only a couple of weeks.  At first I didn't care much for it,
but after a while It wasn't so bad.  In fact after I learned to relax my
muscles it was pleasant.maybe even good, because I could get off while Jack
was doing my butt.  ***

   One day in late July I discovered exactly what Jack meant by kinky.  The
evening started out like a lot of previous evenings.  Dinner and drinks at
a nice place and back to Jack's condo for some hot lovin' It turned out a
lot hotter then I could have ever thought.  That was the night I met Chuck
Ballard.

   Chuck arrived at Jack's about five minutes after Jack and I did.  At the
time I wasn't thinking conspiracy so I didn't think anything about the
timing.  Chuck was also a lawyer who working in Jack's firm.  Trying to
describe Chuck the first word that comes to mind is big.  Very big.  Nearly
seven feet tall and about two hundred eighty pounds.  Jack told me that
Chuck played professional basketball until his knees gave out.  Chuck is a
dark skinned black man with close cropped hair.  So close at first glance
you would think he was bald.  After big, the next thing that caught your
attention was the laugh.  Chuck has a loud boisterous laugh that was
obviously not faked.  He had one of those infectious laughs that makes you
want to join in.  When he wasn't actually laughing he was smiling showing
his pearly white teeth.  When he took my hand in his, my hand disappeared.
Even with a good tan the contrast between our skin was startling.

   "I've heard a lot of good things about you Ali," Chuck said still
grasping my hand.  "I can see that he didn't lie.  Jack is prone to
exaggeration you know Not a bit this time.  He told us that you were
prettier that a rich man's second wife."

   The aggravation I felt at having to delay sex with Jack disappeared with
his complements.  It's hard to stay annoyed at someone who's busy telling
you how good you look.  I know I blushed, but I managed to thank him.

   "Sweetie would you mind getting us some drinks?" Jack asked me.  "Beer
for me." Chuck echoed the beer order.  I know it sounds stupid, but I felt
a warm glow that Jack asked me to assume hostess duty.  Little did I know
what else I would be asked to assume.

   I found out that Chuck was from Louisiana.  According to Jack, Chuck was
a swamp rat.  From the friendly and easygoing banter they had often
discussed each other's homeland in disparaging terms.  Chuck mentioned that
Jack was a redneck war-hoop and Jack demanded that Chuck show me the webs
between his toes.  I got a kick out of listening to them rag on each other.
Chuck told me that his grandmother was over a hundred years old and still
lived in the swamps.  I don't know if he was serious but he claimed she
practiced voodoo.

   "Momma Grace is a well known healer in our area.  You get the bite of a
serpent and she fix you," Chuck proclaimed.  It was interesting that he
slipped into a strange but pleasant accent.  "You got troubles in the bed,
she fix it.  She know every herb, potation, and elixir to fix what ails
you." He fixed an eye on me.  "One time she made an ugly gal pretty.  Not
that you need anything like that."

   "No, Ali is just fine the way she is," Jack said.  "Fuckin' drop-dead
gorgeous, ain't she?" Chuck agreed with Jack's assessment and I ate it up.
I had never considered myself pretty let alone drop-dead gorgeous.  "You
ought to see her tits," Jack said.  "Even better without clothes.  Show
Chuck your magnificent titties, Ali."

   For a moment I thought Jack was kidding.  It wasn't until I saw the
serious look in his eyes that I realized he wasn't joking.  I sat frozen in
place.  I was wearing a low-cut dress that Jack had picked out for me. 
Because of the design I wasn't wearing a bra so I let one of the thin
straps fall from my shoulder and pulled one side of the dress down to
expose a breast.  I knew that Jack wouldn't stop with just my boobs being
seen by Chuck.  He would insist on more.  Would I strip for a stranger? 
Could I strip for a stranger?  I let the other strap fall and pulled the
other side of the dress down showing them both breasts.  I was totally
aware that both of them were looking at my boobs.  I was also aware that my
nipples had spiked.  Then came the moment of truth.

   "Honey, stand up and show Chuck the rest of your wonderful body," Jack
said casually as if me taking off my clothes for his friends was a normal
occurrence.  "Let the swamp rat see the body that has driven me crazy all
this time.

   I rose up onto shaky legs, trembling as if I had a fever.  I reached
around and unzipped the dress and let it fall to the floor.  I stood before
them wearing only a brief pair of black panties and my heels.

   "By God, you're right!" Chuck said, his voice husky.  "She is fantastic.
What a body!" I was blushing furiously, both from the compliments and from
the embarrassment of being nearly naked in front of two men.  It was almost
as if my hands had a mind of their own.  My hands went to the waistband of
the panties and shoved it downward.

   "Hold on to something," Jack told Chuck.  "In a moment you are going to
see the prettiest cunt in the whole fuckin' world.  She has a bubblegum
pussy." Bubblegum pussy?  I wasn't aware of what that was.  I slid the
panties completely off and let them fall beside the dress on the floor.

   "Wow!" Chuck muttered, staring at my bare pussy.  "That is table grade
for sure."

   "Indeed it is," Jack agreed.  "Spread your cunt and show Chuck your
clit, Sweetie." My hands did their thing again and without me having to
think they spread my pussy lips open.

   "Son of a bitch, she does have a bubblegum pussy," Chuck said.

   "It tastes as good as it looks," Jack assured his friend.  "Ali lay down
on the coffee table and let Chuck taste your cunt."

   Submissively, I did as Jack instructed.  It seemed I had no will of my
own.  I lay down on the low table and Chuck was between my legs almost
before I got down.  I love to be eaten and Chuck was really good.  He got
me off within a couple of minutes.  His tongue went deeply into my passage
and his teeth nipped at my clit.  I closed my eyes, let my head hang off of
the table, and let myself enjoy Chuck's efforts.  After a couple of
blinding orgasms I realized that Jack was standing at my head.  I opened my
eyes to see his cock nearly touching my lips.  I opened my mouth and took
his hard cock in.

   Chuck stopped sucking my pussy and I could tell from the sounds he was
getting undressed.  A moment later I felt his cock probing at the entrance
to my pussy.  I pulled my legs back to accommodate him and suddenly I felt
his cock slip into my soaking wet pussy.  I couldn't see him because Jack's
legs had the view blocked, but I could tell that Chuck was big.  A few
moments later when Jack pulled his cock out of my mouth I saw how big Chuck
really was.  I was full of cock and when I raised my head I could see that
there was still a lot of his black cock not in me.  More than four inches
were still outside!

   Chuck withdrew and shoved his cock back in me, this time going in more.
He withdrew and shoved it in again and this time I felt his cock reaching
places that no man had gone before.  He was stretching me to my limits and
it felt fantastic.

   "God!  This is great pussy," Chuck said whipping his cock in and out of
me in a blinding fury.  I came and came again.  I heard someone scream and
I realized it was me screaming.  I stopped pretending to suck Jack's cock
and just held on to it as Chuck ravaged my pussy.

   "You seem to like that black cock in your white pussy," Jack said
leaning down close to my ear.  "Feel pretty good to you?"

   "Yes.oh hell yes!" I gasped.  "It feels.fucking great!"

   "He's going to pop your ass," Jack said.  "You ready for that?"

   "No, Jack," I protested.  "His dick feels too good where it's at.  He's
too big for my.butt."

   "Okay," Jack said with a laugh.  "I'll fuck your ass to get you opened
up, but one thing you need to know.  Before the night is over we're both
going to be in you.at the same fuckin' time." He said some other things but
frankly I couldn't hear him over the roaring in my ears.  I did hear him
tell Chuck to cum in my pussy.  Jack told Chick to fill me up and did he
ever!

   Over the next few hours Chuck and Jack fucked me.  One at a time then
both of them took me.  I had no will to resist even if I had wanted to. 
When they both took me at the same time, Jack in my butt and Chuck in my
pussy, I nearly passed out.  When they both fucked my pussy I did pass out
for a short period of time.  ***

   I was late for work the next morning because I stayed at Jack's.  I
didn't have the energy to drive home.  I don't know when Chuck left, but he
apparently had because he wasn't there when I got up.  By the time I went
home, showered, put on fresh clothes, and drove to work, Lois and Alice
were already hard at work.

   "Damn girl!" Lois said greeting me.  "You look like you was rode hard
and put away wet.  Where you the center piece of an orgy?" I didn't not
want to discuss what had happened right then.  I needed to think about it
some more.  Letting, no encouraging, two men to have sex with me was so far
out of character for me.  Or was it?  My character had changed a lot in the
few months I had know Jack Crow.  I ignored Lois except to say good morning
and went to my office and closed the door.

   Remorse was one subject I considered.  Did I regret my actions of the
night before?  After careful reflection I determined that I wasn't at all
regretful I wasn't fooling myself.  I was well aware that I could have
stopped it anytime I chose and I had chosen not to do so.

   With one part of my mind I thought about the night with two men and with
another part I made calls and caught up on work.  I managed to avoid Lois
until lunch, but she would not be denied.  I have discovered that you can't
keep Lois in the dark for very long.

   "I ordered lunch," she said pushing my door open and sitting some bags
on my desk.  "We'll chat while we eat." I pushed back the aggravation that
I felt.  I really did need to talk with someone and Lois was better than
most.  While we ate I told her about Jack and Chuck.

   "Had a dose of dark meat, did you?" she teased when I finished telling
her.  "Big hard black cock, huh?" She laughed.  "Now we got to find you an
oriental gentleman to screw and you'll be an international fucker for sure.
So how was your first threesome?"

   "I'll have to admit I like it a lot.  They kept me going for hours," I
answered.  "Have you ever done a black man?"

   "Oh hell yes!" Lois said.  "I love black cock.  But then again I love
any color cock." She laughed.  "Any color, any size, and any shape.  That's
why they call me 'Rooster'.any cock'll do.  Did your black paramour have a
big stick?"

   "Yes, he sure did.  I didn't measure it but it had to be nine or ten
inches long.  A lot bigger than Jack's and twice as big as my ex.  He came
in bucketfuls too.  I probably still have some in me that I couldn't reach
this morning.  I have to stop on the way home and pick up some disposable
douches."

   "You do plan to introduce me to this black stud, don't you?" I hadn't,
but I didn't say so.  I assured Lois that I would sooner or later.  Later,
if I had my way, I thought.

   The following weekend I spent with Jack and Chuck.  Except for brief
periods for sleep and to eat, one or both had his dick in one of my holes.
At some point I mentioned that Lois wanted to meet Chuck.  He seemed
receptive to the idea and told me to make it happen.  It was a hot and wild
weekend and all to soon over.

   Getting a regular fucking seemed to help my work.  I landed a nice
account on Monday and another on Thursday.  Things were really going well
for me.  There wasn't a day that went by that Lois didn't mention meeting
Chuck.  On Thursday I called Jack and asked if Chuck could meet Lois at my
place on Friday night.

   "Am I going to get some?" he asked laughing.  "She's not exclusively for
Chuck is she?" The feeling of jealously I expected didn't come, and I
wondered why it didn't bother me that Jack wanted to screw Lois.  I assured
him that he could help himself to anything he wanted.

   Lois told me she had a date for Friday night but that she would blow it
off to meet a well hung nigger.  Her use of the word 'nigger' caused my
skin to crawl.  It wasn't a word I used or was comfortable with.  I
mentioned it to her and she just laughed.

   "Honey you can call any man anything when he has, or is about to, stick
his cock in you.  Just like they can call us whore, slut, or bitch in the
heat of battle," Lois said.  "You watch and learn, Ali." ***

   "Well hello," Lois said standing and giving Chuck an appraising look. 
From her expression I could tell she liked what she saw.  The four of us,
Lois, Jack, Chuck, and me, were in my small living room.  "You are a big
one aren't you?"

   "Yeah, pretty good size," Chuck acknowledged.  "You like 'em big, don't
you?"

   "Oh yeah," Lois cooed," I like my men to be big where it counts.  Are
you big where it counts?" She rubbed his crotch as she spoke.  Hell's fire,
we hadn't even got to drinks yet!  Lois sure didn't let any grass grow
under her feet.  Jack moved in behind Lois, reached around and grabbed both
of her big breasts.  I left them in a mutual grope and went to get some
wine.  It certainly looked as if they didn't need me.

   By the time I got back with the wine, Lois was nearly naked.  Her dress
was open and Jack was still mauling her big boobs.  Lois was on her knees
sucking Chuck's cock and Jack knelt behind her.  Jack rose and took his
clothes off and after he was naked he pulled Lois's head off Chuck and
directed it to his hard cock.  Chuck took his clothes off and finished
removing Lois's dress and her open bra.  He couldn't get her loose from
Jack's cock so he ripped her tiny thong away.  Lois didn't seem to notice.

   While Lois sucked and stroked my Indian friend's cock, Chuck pried her
legs apart and rammed a finger in her.  I noticed, like me, Lois didn't
have any pubic hair.

   I sipped wine and watched the two dark skin men play with and fondle
Lois.  I was getting hot watching them play.  Now I was feeling a little
left out.  It wasn't jealousy just neglect I felt.

   The playing became more serious after a short while.  The two men lifted
Lois onto my coffee table and put her on her knees.  While Lois sucked
Jack, Chuck fucked her from behind.  There was something terribly exciting
about watching his big black cock going in and out of her pink pussy. 
Chuck's big ball sack was swinging hard as he rammed his cock in Lois.

   I didn't want to be the only person wearing clothes so I took my clothes
off.  I found my fingers toying with my clit as I watched Lois getting
serviced by two studs.  Apparently there was some silent signal because
Jack and Chuck swapped places on Lois.  Lois didn't hesitate a moment in
taking Chuck's wet and slimy cock in her mouth.  I had to marvel at how far
she could take his cock in her throat.  She apparently didn't have any gag
reflex because she took nearly all of his cock.  I still had a long way to
go with the deep throat bit.

   "Got any lube?" Jack asked me.  I went to the bedroom and got the tube
of lube he bought for me to have on hand.  He told me to get her ass ready.

   Except for a brief bit of experimenting in junior high I had never
touched a woman sexually, yet there I was spreading the lube on and in
Lois's butt.  It didn't seem at all strange to me.  When Jack told me to
add some pussy juice I ran my fingers deep in Lois's pussy and gathered
some natural lube and put it on her butt.  Again putting my fingers in an
other woman's pussy didn't seem weird to me either.  It seemed natural.  I
put some of the lubricant on Jack's cock and he directed me to put his
stiff cock in Lois's ass.

   "You ready to have your ass fucked?" Jack asked Lois.

   "Yeah, put it in and fuck my ass," she answered breathlessly.  "Give it
to me while I suck this nigger cock." I was relieved when Chuck laughed. 
Maybe Lois had been right, but I was still a little uncomfortable with the
word.

   I guided Jack's stiff member to the tight anal opening and when I had it
lined up he pushed it through her outer ring and the head of Jack's dark
cock disappeared.  Lois gave a muffled moan around Chuck's cock.  I was so
hot I was sizzling and I was feeling left out.

   Jack did Lois's butt in that position for a few minutes and then they
turned her over onto her back.  Jack rammed his cock back in her ass and
Chuck came to me.  He apparently sensed I was lonely and he kissed he and
played with my boobs.  One hand traveled down across my stomach to my
pussy.

   "You are very wet," Chuck observed.  I could have told him that, but I
liked the way he discovered it on his own.  He led me to where Lois lay and
guided me to where I was standing over her head.  For a moment I didn't
understand what he wanted.  Then it became clear when he pushed me down
over her face.  Lois's eyes opened and she looked up at me and smiled.

   The next thing I knew her lips and mouth were on my pussy.  I was being
eaten by a woman!  I wiggled around some to make my pussy fit her mouth and
I felt her tongue enter my opening.  It wasn't what I had in mind, but it
certainly wasn't bad.  In fact it felt wonderful.  After a while and a
couple nice climaxes, I realized that the position couldn't be comfortable
for Lois.  I could feel that she was struggling to breathe.

   That was when Jack decided to take the game to the bedroom.  Before the
night was through I made a mental note to check out the prices for a larger
bed.  Four people, two of them big men, didn't fit all that well. 
Fortunately most of the time we were stacked on top of each other.

   Sometime around two o'clock in the morning Chuck and Jack left Lois and
I in bed.  We were both completely worn out.  The last thought I had before
I drifted off was the question of if I would have preformed oral sex on
Lois if they had asked me to.  She had eaten me several times during the
night's activities.  I went to sleep before I formulated an answer to the
question.  ***

   I woke up the following morning aware that I was in bed with, and
snuggled up to another woman.  Actually she had her arms wrapped around me
with my face pressed against her ample bosom.  I lay still for a few
minutes thinking about the night before.  It had been a wild and wicked
night of debauchery.  I thought we had done almost everything two women and
two men could do to each other.  After a few minutes of reflection I
realized that Lois was also awake.

   "Morning," I said my voice muffled against her breasts.  I saw that one
nipple was staring me in the face.  Without conscious thought I licked her
nipple and it sprang to attention.  Lois giggled.

   "Morning," she said.  "I thought you were still asleep." I wiggled
around and raised my head to look at her.  Her makeup was ruined, her hair
tousled, but she still looked beautiful.  We both reeked of sex but it
wasn't an unpleasant smell.  "Lick my nipple some more," Lois said "It felt
good." I leaned forward and took her stiff nipple in my teeth and bit her
lightly.  She moaned softly.  Suddenly I knew the answer to the question
that plagued me before I went to sleep.  The next thing I knew we were in a
sixty-nine position eating each other's pussy.  It was great even with the
dried cum on and around her love nest.  When we had gotten each other off a
couple of times we went into my shower and washed one another.  A long hot
soapy shower with a woman is also a lot of fun.  If we both hadn't been so
hungry I suspect we would have played around a lot more.

   While I fixed us breakfast, I asked Lois if we were bisexual.  She gave
my question a lot of thought before she answered.

   "I really don't know," Lois said sipping her coffee.  "Maybe, but it
doesn't really matter.  I know I liked having sex with you.  Doing a woman
is good, but it can't take the place of a stiff cock for me.  I like how a
cock looks, all hard and proud.  I like how a man smells when he's all hot
and ready to fuck.  I like having my pussy filled with hard meat." She
laughed.  "A guy I know told me I was tri-sexual.  Try anything if it had
to do with sex.  Maybe he's right.  Am I the first woman you've made love
with?" I told her that I and a school mate played around some but not to
any satisfaction for either of us.  "Well, our Ali had a night of firsts
didn't you?"

   "I should say so," I agreed.  "First woman and first foursome or swing
party.  Whatever it was.  I guess group sex is old hat to you?"

   "I guess," Lois answered.  "I started pretty young.  I discovered at a
young and tender age that I liked sex.  I was considered a slut in high
school and an even bigger slut in college.  I can't deny that it was the
truth.  I got my first black cock in college.  I was dating one of the
football players and he loaned me to his buddy for the night.  The next
night they both fucked me.  Pretty soon I was taking on any and all the
guys.  I had two abortions before I graduated from school.  Let that be a
lesson to you, young Ali.  I was on the pill and I made most of the guys
wear a rubber.  Nothing except keeping your legs closed is one hundred
percent safe.  Anyway, after college I got married and that didn't work out
so great.  We split up after a year.  I didn't want to give up on marriage
so I tried it again with no better results.  Now I'm just rolling with
whatever comes my way." Over one cup of coffee I learned more about her
then I ever had before.  I guess it's easier to talk to someone after
you've made love to them.

   Jack, Chuck, Lois.  and I fell into an easy pattern of getting it on
with each other.  Jack's place, my place and a few time at Lois's
apartment. The guys liked it when Lois and I put on a girl-girl show for
them.  I felt a lot like Lois about bi sex.  It was nice, but no way could
it take the place of a hard cock or a couple of hard cocks.  Lois and I
eating and playing with each other served a good purpose because it always
made Jack and Chuck hard and ready to go again.  Things stayed that way
until early spring and then it changed drastically.  ***

   Jack got an offer to go to North Carolina to be a tribal lawyer for the
Cherokees.  Because of the casino money they could afford to pay him a lot
more than he was making and he accepted the position.  I had developed a
lot of affection for him, but we both knew it wasn't love.  It was just raw
lust.  Even so, I was sad when he left.  He hadn't much more than got out
of sight when Lois left us.  She also got an offer she couldn't refuse. 
Lois did stay with me until I found a replacement for her then she was gone
out of my life.  That left Chuck and I, the last of the debauchers.  I
guess that was when things really got kinky.

   Chuck came to my apartment one afternoon.  It had been about three weeks
after our other two players left town.  Of course I had seen him several
times since the departure.

   "What do you have planned for the Memorial Day long weekend?" he asked
me.  I told him I hadn't even thought about it.  "Let's go to Atlantic City
and have some fun." I explained that while my business was going alright I
couldn't afford to make that kind of trip.  He countered every excuse. 
"Won't cost you a dime," he told me.  "I'll pay the freight.  The room will
be complimentary and we'll fly up on Thursday afternoon to beat the crowd.
I have a skillion free air miles so that won't cost us anything.  We'll
come back Monday night.  You won't miss but one day and part of another."

   Truthfully, I didn't resist very much.  I wanted to go and his arguments
were good.  So off we went.  On the plane trip he told me that a friend of
his worked at one of the big casino/hotels and that was why we got free
accommodations.  He told me that I would like Hank, his friend.  Henry
Silva was his name but apparently he was known as Hank.

   Hank met us at the airport and Hank was something else.  He was a large
man, larger even than Chuck.  Not taller but bulkier.  We rode to the hotel
in a nice limo.  Hank asked me if it was my first trip to Atlantic City.  I
told him it was.

   "You'll love it," Hank assured me.  "This is an anything goes kind of
place.  Some say it's even wilder than Vegas.  They say what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas, Here it didn't happen at all.  I have made some plans
if you don't mind." Chuck and I both assured Hank that we didn't mind. 
"Great," Hank said.  I got the impression that he was a take charge sort of
man.  "Dinner at nine in the hotel dining room.  I took the liberty to buy
you a dress to wear tonight, Ali.  I got your sizes from Chuck.  I think
you'll like it.  It's very sexy.  When we dine I want all the guys to look
at Chuck and I and say how fuckin' lucky we are to be with such a fox. 
Then we'll go to a private party in the hotel and eventually end up back in
your room for another private party."

   Apparently it was a foregone conclusion that I would be having sex with
Hank.  I got that from the leer on his face when he said 'private party'
and from the fact that he was rubbing my upper leg when it said it.  I
reasoned that I had come to the place to have an adventure and to have fun.
Having sex with a big black dude wasn't going to be that hard to take. 
Hank wasn't as handsome as Chuck, but he had a certain charm.

   Before we got to the hotel both Hank and Chuck were kissing me and
feeling me up.  The driver, a young white man, sure got an eyeful.  By the
time we got to the hotel I was hot to trot but we were shown to our room
and Hank told me to rest a while.  He had his hand inside my blouse and was
toying with my nipple which was already hard as stone.  He told me I would
need the rest.  After he left I did lay down beside Chuck and I did doze
off for an hour after a quick but satisfying fuck.  ***

   The dress that Hank had picked out for me was an expensive silk cocktail
dress that barely covered my butt.  It also was cut low in front showing a
lot of cleavage.  He was right.  It was a sexy number and one that I would
never buy for myself, but I loved the way the silk clung to my body.  I
felt like a princess even though I didn't have but a hundred bucks in my
purse.  I took Chuck at his word that it would be a cost free weekend.

   While the idea of a white woman with a black man isn't something new or
unusual, we got a lot of looks when the two big black guys escorted me to
our table.  I saw a lot of envious looks from some women and a lot of
speculative, knowing looks from some of the men.

   I wanted to shout for the people to look at me.  Miss Ali from Podunk
here in Atlantic City with not one, but two, big black studs.  Since I
didn't have any limitations I ordered lobster and I ate the whole thing. 
The waiter kept our glasses full and it became a contest to see if I could
get a glass half empty before one of the hovering attendances saw it.  I
wasn't successful, but I did managed to get pretty high.

   After a wonderful dinner, Hank guided us to a room on the tenth floor
where there was a party going on.  Party in this case was a euphemism for
orgy.  Hank told us at dinner that the host of the party was a man who was
well known for lavish parties.  Apparently a rich man who loved to spend
his money in that way.

   Inside the room I recognized several faces.  TV and movie stars, one
anchorwoman from the national nightly news, and a bunch of familiar faces
that I couldn't place.  One well known senator was getting a blow job from
a young woman that couldn't have been more than eighteen.  She did,
however, appear to be an accomplished cocksucker.  Everybody in the room
was half or completely undressed.

   An well-known actress from a sitcom was sandwiched between two men and
she seemed to be enjoying herself.  The news anchorwoman was being butt
fucked by a young handsome man and she also seemed to be having a good
time.

   I noticed that Hank seemed to be looking for somebody while Chuck seemed
to be looking at everybody, as I was.  It was good to see the celebrities
letting their hair down.

   Suddenly Hank cut across the room of revilers to where two men sat in
deep conversation.  One was black and the other white.  Chuck and I
carefully picked our way through the fornicators to follow him.  I got my
legs and ass felt up several times on the journey.  By the time we got to
where Hank was, he and the two men had their heads together.  They looked
up as I approached.

   "All right!" the white man said with a wide grin.  "Would you look here
at this pretty thing?"

   "Yes sir," the black man said looking at me.  "That's what I would call
prime."

   "Ali, this is Mister White and Mister Black." Hank grinned.  "Honestly
that is their names.  The only problem is Mister White is black and Mister
Black is white.  Tony and Carlos are their first names."

   "I'm Tony White," the black man said getting to his feet.  "This is
Carlos Black." Carlos also got to his feet.  "Please have a seat beside me,
Ali.  I've heard some great things about you.  Mainly that you know how to
have a good time."

   "I'm learning," I modestly said, sitting on the couch beside the black
man.

   "That's good," Tony White said, patting my bare thigh where the short
dress had risen up.  "Hank invited us to go party with you.  Are you ready
to party, Ali?" I nodded but with some reservation.  Four men?  "Great, in
a little while we'll go get the party started.  I invited Marcus to come
with us.  I hope that's okay with you." Make that five men.  Hank came back
with a tray of drinks and I took one and sat back.

   "How do you feel about kissing?" Tony asked.  For a moment I wasn't sure
he was talking to me.  He squeezed my leg to let me know who he was talking
to.

   "I like it," I answered feeling stupid.  How the hell was one supposed
to answer a question like that?  "I mean kissing is nice" I added.  That
wasn't any better but it seemed to satisfy Tony.  "Do you like to kiss
niggers?" Wow!  That question was really loaded as well as blunt.  I
decided to be equally blunt.

   "I have no problem kissing a black man," I said.  "I don't have much
experience however.  Until this afternoon Chuck was the only black man I've
kissed.  Hank kissed me on the way to the hotel so I guess he was the
second," I thought I'd shock the man.  "I really like to be kissed while
being fucked." The son of a bitch didn't even bat an eye at my blunt
vulgarity.

   "Yeah," Tony said.  "I guess everything is better when you're fuckin'.
Hank said you like black meat.  Is that so?" I nodded, not knowing what
else to do.  This conversation was surreal.  Tony reached over and put his
hand under one of my breasts.  He hefted it like someone might a melon. 
"Nice heavy tit.  I like big ol' titties." He scooped his hand inside my
dress top and grasped my boob giving it a hard squeeze.  I would have
really been embarrassed if not for the fact that almost everybody in the
room was engaged in some sort of sexual activity.  Even so I turned red. 
With his other hand he unzipped his fly and released a huge black cock. 
Even semi-limp it was very impressive.  "Suck my cock," Tony said
conversationally.  He released my boob and pulled my head downward.  I
glanced at Chuck who stood watching us.  He winked at me as if to say it
was okay for me to blow the man.  Fuck it!  I didn't need his permission to
do anything.  I got up and went to my knees between his legs, lowered my
head, and opened my mouth to take the big cock in.  Tony White's cock
didn't get any bigger, but it sure got a lot harder as I sucked it.  I felt
my short dress being lifted and felt fingers searching for my pussy.  I
opened my knees wider to give whoever it was access.  It was Hank.

   "This slut is wet and ready," Hank said from behind me, his fingers
probing deep in me.  "I think we need to take her upstairs and fuck the
shit out of her." The other apparently agreed and the next thing I knew we
were in the elevator, my tits still exposed.  The elevator stopped and a
couple got on.  The woman smiled at me.

   "Looks like you are on your way to a party," she said.

   "She's on her way to a fucking," Tony said.  "Room fifteen-twenty if you
want to stop by later and get yourself some black cock." The woman's escort
grunted and the woman laughed.

   "I might just do that," she said.  "Fifteen-twenty, huh?  I'll keep that
in mind.  Good luck, honey," she said to me, eyeing my exposed boobs. 
"Nice rack." I'm not sure what the next level past surreal is, but that was
where I felt we were.

   "Who's first?" Hank asked when we were in the room.  "Tony, you want to
go first?"

   "Yes I do," Tony answered.  "I'm ready to get my cock in her cunt."

   I estimated Tony's age to be about fifty, but whatever it was, it hadn't
slowed him down any.  He tossed me back onto the bed and mounted me without
taking the dress off.  It was gathered around my waist.  He sank his cock
in me all the way to his balls without stopping to give me an opportunity
to adjust.  It was a good thing that I was soaking wet from being played
with.

   After Tony it was Carlos Black who took me next.  Then it was Hank and
then Chuck.  And then it was the newcomer, Marcus who went last.  It was a
good thing, too.  Marcus had a giant cock.  Both long and thick.  Marcus
fucked me for the longest time of any.  He was in me for over fifteen
minutes of hard slamming powerful fucking.  I lost track of how many times
I came.

   By the time Marcus finished by filling my pussy with his thick sperm, I
was ready for a break.  I rested while I showered.  By the time I got out
of the shower they all were ready again.  Hank was the first to fuck my
ass, but they all had a turn at it.  By the time it came Marcus's turn at
my butt I was loose and ready to take him.  Even so it felt like he shoved
a fence post up my ass.

   Sometime after midnight, room service delivered a large supper.  I was
starved and made a pig out of myself.  After we ate, Tony and Carlos left,
but I didn't lack for male attention.  Hank, Chuck, and Marcus saw to that.
All three, in various combinations, fuck me until nearly sunrise.  The
suite had two bedrooms and each room had two big beds.  We used all of them
at one time or another.  ***

   On Friday afternoon I went to lay by the pool to try to recover from the
night of raw, hard, sweaty sex.  I oiled myself and lay down on the lounger
and relished the warmth of the afternoon sun.  I thought about the night of
debauchery.  I thought about having five men take me and about how they all
were different and yet the same.  They all seem to have the same objective
even if they were different in the approach.  The bottom line was simple.
They wanted to get off in or on me.  Tony had been slower and Marcus had
been rougher.  Hank was rough also but Chuck was gentle.  at least by
comparison.  That left Carols Black the only white man to fuck me.  He was
sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, but like the others he fucked only to
cum in me.

   I felt used and a little resentful, but suddenly it came to me.  I had
used all of them also.  I smiled to myself as I considered that idea.  Who
was using who?  I settled on the concept that we all used each other.

   "I see you can still smile," A voice said near me.  "Apparently you
survived the party." I opened my eyes and saw it was the woman from the
elevator.  "Mind if I join you?"

   "Help yourself," I said.  I was just being nice.  I really didn't want
company right at that moment.  She was a short compact woman with a lot of
curves.  Large full breasts that threatened to spill out of the bikini top
when she bent over to move her lounge chair closer to me.  I guessed her
age at twenty eight or nine but I found out later she was nearly
thirty-five.

   "I'm Julie Tolliver," she said.  "I hope you had a better time last
night than I did."

   "I'm Ali Baker," I said.  "I had a very nice time, thank you."

   "I'm glad one of us did.  That asshole I'm with got drunk and passed out
at the tables.  I had to get help getting him to our room.  Sorry bastard."

   "Sorry," I said not feeling a bit sorry.  Not that I'm not a
compassionate person, I just didn't know her.  "Husband?"

   "No, just a friend," she replied.  "I'm not married at the moment.  Hal
thinks he's in the running but after his dismal performance last night,
he's not.  I started to come to Fifteen-twenty a couple of times."

   "Why didn't you?" I asked.  I didn't know why I was even talking to her.


   "I suppose I wasn't sure of my welcome," she answered with a short
laugh. "So how was it?"

   "How was what?"

   "Your party.gang-bang or whatever it was."

   "It was fine," I said shortly.

   "I suspect it was better than fine from that smile I saw on your face,"
she said laughing.  "What was it.four blacks and one white man?  They all
looked like studs to me."

   For some bewildering reason I found myself telling her about my
gang-bang.  I certainly had not intended to be anything more that polite,
but I laid it all out for her.  She listened without interruption until I
finished.

   "Sure sounds like it was a hot night in fifteen-twenty," she said when I
finished the story.  "I've never had sex with more than one man at a time.
I've never had sex with a black man either.  Don't that suck?"

   "If you had came last night you wouldn't be able to say that now," I
said.  I signaled a waiter to bring us some drinks.  "They all were randy
and eager to please."

   "I guess I've never been as daring as you," she said.  "God, I envy
you!" she said with a huge sigh.  We talked on for a long time.  I
discovered that she was single because her husband left her for another
woman.  Julie Tolliver had been married for nearly fifteen years when her
world came crashing down.  We had something in common.  I certainly didn't
know her husband, but loosing half of his half of a business I hoped his
new woman was worth it.

   "I thought we would spend our golden years together," she said sadly. 
"I hadn't expected them to be great years, but I thought it would be a long
time.  Just goes to show you, doesn't it?" I told her about my marriage and
how it had came to an end.  I also told her about my advertising business
back home.

   "Well, ain't it a small world?" she said.  Julie was from my hometown.
She and her former husband owned a paper product company.  I was familiar
with the company name, because I had tried to get their business several
times without success.

   "I guess it is a small world," I acknowledged.  I had flown several
hundred miles to get to a place where I wasn't known and ran into a
neighbor, so to speak.

   "What are your plans for this evening?" Julie asked.

   "None to speak of.  My traveling companion is going somewhere with Hank
and Marcus to gamble.  I was planning on tagging alone.  There is another
party planned for me later.  Why do you ask?" I was thinking I might be
able to turn the pleasure trip into a business one.  I would be on easy
street if I could get some of the Tolliver Paper Company's ad business.

   "Let's have dinner," she said.  "You and I, just us girls.  I'll get rid
of my.traveling companion for lack of a better word." I considered laying
it on thick but elected to be up front with her.

   "Sure Julie, dinner sounds great," I said.  "You know I've tried to get
some ad business from your company, don't you?" she nodded.  "I will have
dinner with you as long as you know I'll be trying to get your business,
too." Julie Tolliver threw her head back and laughed loudly.

   "Good on you Ali Baker.  I'll save you some bother.  I'll give your
company some of our advertising business even if you don't have dinner with
me.  How's that?" I nodded somewhat surprised.  I thought I would have to
work harder at it.  "I only ask one thing in return." I asked her what the
one thing was.  "When you party tonight, I want to watch." Before I could
comment she went on.  "I know that sounds weird, but I have to see for
myself what goes on."

   "Okay," I agreed after giving her request some thought.  "One thing you
should keep in mind.  Those men will get all hot and bothered, and I can't
guarantee they won't put some pressure on you to join in.  You've heard
that a hard-on has no conscience.  It doesn't have a lot of intelligence
either."

   "Are you saying I could get raped?" I nodded, hoping I wasn't shooting
myself in the foot.  "Raped by black men with big cocks?" I nodded again.
"Let's see if I have this straight.  You're saying that if I party with
you, I could find myself on my back with a couple hard cocks in me." Julie
Tolliver laughed.  "The risk sounds acceptable to me.  It's a deal."

   "Okay as long as you know that.Oh, I get it," I said.  "You want it to
happen, don't you?"

   "Ali, I'm so sick of being disappointed in men I could die.  I'll
confess, I had a tiny orgasm just listening to you tell about your exploits
last night.  Yes, I want it to happen.  I want some of what you have." ***

   Dinner with Julie Tolliver proved to be a lot of fun.  She was charming
and witty.  She was also very curious about how I arrived at my place in
life.  Telling Julie about meeting Jack Crow actually cleared up some
things in my own mind as to how I had arrived at where I was.  After
putting it into words, in retrospect, made it clear to me that I was fruit
ripe for the plucking.  A nasty kinky girl had always been lurking within
me.  Jack had just opened the door a crack.

   "I am so excited," Julie confided over desert.  "I have never been this
close to any type of group sex before.  My ex-husband would never even
consider anything out of the ordinary.  To him ordinary was a quick five or
six minutes, if I were lucky, in the missionary position.  Oral sex was
something just plain nasty to him.  Once when he was away on a business
trip I rented an adult video and watched it by myself.  I just happened to
get one that showed two black men and a white girl.  I masturbated for
three solid days and nights.  I really hated to give it back to the store.
From that time on I fantasized about sex with black men.  I bought a
thing.dildo, I think they're called.  I kept it hid and would use it nearly
every day." She gave a bitter laugh.  "Now this is funny.  My ex-husband
was seeing his bimbo nearly a year before he left me.  I found some photos
in his car that showed her sucking him off.  The sorry bastard wouldn't
hardly let me see his thing.  There was even a picture of him screwing her
doggy style.  Talk about an ego buster.  What did she have that caused him
to do things with her that he wouldn't do with me?"

   I had to admit that I didn't have a clue as to what made men, any man,
do what they did.  I don't doubt that men think but I don't know what they
think.  A waitress was filling our wine glasses when Julie asked the
question.

   "They think with their dicks," she said with a snort.  "All the blood
rushed to their peckers and the brain shuts down.  Honey, you ain't no
different than a lot of women.  Them men want a pure little woman in their
bed and a slut on the side so they can do things they can't do with their
wife.  Bastards," she added moving away.  Julie and I both laughed at her
comment.

   "She may be right," I said.  "Maybe you should have grabbed his head and
shoved it to your pussy and made him eat you.  Or took his cock and sucked
it without talking about it."

   "Maybe so," she said with a shrug "Anyway, that boat's done sailed. 
Next man I get I'm going to tell him what to do and how I want it." She
looked up and I saw that she was watching a man approach us.  "Well look
here," she said.  "It's my traveling companion, Hal, and he looks
reasonably sober."

   "Julie," the man said when he got to our table.  "I'm so sorry about
last night.  I drank too much." He glanced at me and did a double take.  He
recognized me but he couldn't place me.  Besides the elevator, I had met
Hal Barton several times back when I was trying to get my foot in Tolliver
Company's door.  I hadn't recognized him in the elevator.

   "This is Ali," Julie said coolly.  She didn't offer to let him sit down
with us.  "Ali Baker with the Baker Ad Agency.  They'll be doing some of
our ad business and we are discussing that business right now."

   "That's my job," Hal Barton protested.  "I make all those decisions,
Julie."

   "You make whatever decisions I tell you to make Hal," Julie snapped. 
"Unless I'm mistaken I'm still the CEO and majority stock holder, aren't
I?"

   "Yes, of course," Hal stammered his face red.  "Anyway, I was hopping to
make up for last night.  When will you be free?"

   "I'm always reasonable but never free," Julie said winking at me.  "I'll
be busy for the rest of the night, Hal.  Find something to entertain you."

   "Doing what?" Hal snapped.

   "It's absolutely none of your business," Julie said calmly.  "But I'll
tell you anyway.  Ali and I are going to an orgy.  Just she and I with a
bunch of black men.  Some lucky black guy will get to enjoy what you were
too drunk to even touch.  Go away, Hal." He stared at Julie for several
moments while she ignored him.

   "Wow, you were sure rough on him," I commented as he slowly made his way
out of the restaurant.

   "Yeah I guess I was," she said.  "Hal is a senior vice president.  He
got the job from my ex.  He's been in my way ever since I took over. 
Recently he decided that he could get control of the business if he wooed
and bedded me.  The simple son of a bitch had his shot and blew it.  Enough
about him.  When do we party?" ***

   Julie Tolliver gave the term 'party animal' a whole new meaning.  On the
way to my room where we were to meet the guys, she told me that she was
feeling shy and asked me to help her through it.  That was a joke.  She
blended right in and the guys were pleased with her.

   Chuck, Hank, and Marcus were the guys that started.  Tony and Carlos
arrived later to help out.

   "Hello Julie," Chuck said taking her hand when I introduced her to the
men.  "It's a pleasure to meet you.  He took over the introductions and
each of the guys gave her an appraising look and a friendly hello.  I'll
give the seduction credit to Hank.  He put some music on and he and Julie
danced, if you could call it dancing.  It looked more like swaying and
groping to music but whatever it was, it worked.  Marcus and I were also
dancing and I was close enough to hear the line of shit Hank put on her.

   "I'm going to break you down like a double barrel shotgun," Hank told
Julie.  "I'm going to shove nine inches of hard black cock in your cunt
until you scream for me to stop, but I won't stop.  I'll keep fucking you
until you pass out." I had to smile at that.  First of all Hank didn't have
nine inches unless he measured from his asshole.  Secondly I doubted that
Julie was going to pass out.  I was positive she would stay awake to enjoy
all of it.  Hank had his hands on Julie's butt pulling her close to his
bulging cock.  I noticed that she was flushed.

   While they danced, Hank slowly removed her clothes.  It didn't take too
long before she was wearing only her bra and panties.  Neither of them
lasted very much longer.  Hank also removed his clothes and I'll have to
say they made an interesting couple.  Julie's white skin pressed against
Hanks black skin was a study in contrast.  I couldn't detect any of the
shyness Julie mentioned.  She had her white hand on Hank's cock as they
shuffled around the floor.

   While that was going on, Marcus joined Chuck and I.  I was pressed
between the two black men.  If you've never danced in trio with two big
black men, I strongly suggest you give it a try.  If having two cocks
rubbing against you front and back don't get your engine started, nothing
will.

   It wasn't very long before all five of us were naked.  I was busy, but I
kept an eye on Julie.  Not that she needed any help from me.  She and Hank
were in a sixty-nine on the floor.  Good ol' Julie was finally getting the
oral sex she craved.

   Before the night was over she got a lot of attention.  Whatever she had
been lacking in her sex life she was making up for it.  She took them all
on.  One at a time and then toward the end of the orgy she took all of them
at one time.  Chuck in her ass, Marcus in her pussy, Hank in her mouth,
while Carlos and Tony sucked her tits.  It was a sight to behold.

   For a lot of the night I was mostly a voyeur.  I did a lot of watching
and getting the guys hard for Julie.  I was all right with that because I
wanted her first black fucking to go well.  I'll be honest enough to admit
that I was also looking to improve my business with Tolliver Paper Company.
Not that I was left high and dry because I got plenty of hard meat,
especially after Carlos and Tony showed up.  Carlos had a nice size white
cock and it was a nice change from all the black dicks.

   After the men left, Julie and I piled up on one of the beds and we both
were asleep within seconds of laying down.  Chuck went to the other room
where he slept.

   I was awaken by Julie and Chuck fucking on the bed beside me.  They
either didn't hear me complaining or chose to ignore it.  I left them still
humping like animals and went to shower.  They were still going at it when
I got out.  Julie Tolliver apparently had a lot of catching up to do.

   Julie moved into our suite that same afternoon.  Julie was insatiable.
She couldn't get enough fucking so Marcus brought a couple of his buddies
to help out.  I couldn't help but notice that Chuck and Julie spent a lot
of the rest of the weekend together when she wasn't being fucked by one or
two of the others.  She slept in his bed that night and Sunday night.

   Julie and I first did the girl-girl bit for the guys on Saturday night.
It was a lot of fun and Julie took to pussy lapping like a natural.  Julie
and I are both sluts and we love it and wouldn't have it any other way.

   Hal Barton made a pest of himself until Julie sent him packing.  She
made him take a commercial flight and leave the company plane for her. 
That was how Chuck and I got home.  We flew in style in her very nice
private jet.

   Chuck and Julie fucked all the way home.  I was so worn out from the
weekend I didn't mind being left to myself.  My pussy tingled for three
days after I got home.  What a weekend!  ***

   Before the year was out I had all Tolliver Paper Company's ad business.
Chuck moved in with Julie and they became a hot item.  Coincidentally she
doesn't mind sharing Chuck with me.  Not that I need her to share.  I
seemed to attract handsome black men on my own.  I suspect there is some
kind of network the men use to let each other know what white woman is
receptive to black cock.  Maybe it's something they can sense.  I don't
know and couldn't care less.  I'm living the good life and my pussy is
seldom without attention.  THE END of the beginning

   (This was a fantasy story and in the fantasy world there are no unwanted
pregnancies, no aids, syphilis, gonorrhea, or genital herpes.  In the
fantasy world there are no serious repercussions from most bad decisions.
In the fantasy world women love to be pounded mercilessly by big hard cocks
until they pass out.  In the fantasy world, the jealousies are controlled,
and people learn to live with what-ever lot befalls them.  This is the real
world, so get real and please protect yourselves.  Shooter)

	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
	This post has been reformatted by ASSTR's
	Smart Text Enhancement Processor (STEP)
	system due to inadequate formatting.
	----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

	
<1st attachment begin>

<HTML removed pursuant to http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/erotica/assm/faq.html#policy>
<1st attachment end>

----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------
Notice: This post has been modified from its original
format.  The post was sent as an email attachment and
has been converted by ASSTR ASSM moderation software.
----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+