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Subject: {ASSM} Dow's Adverage by Shooter3704 (IR m+ ff)
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Date: Tue, 15 Nov 2005 04:10:01 -0500
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Dow's Average

   Shooter3704



   If there is such a thing as an innocent affair, that's what it was.  Two
consenting adults and all that jazz.  I mean I'm not married and neither is
he, so I didn't consider it anyone's business.  I had always avoided
workplace romances, because they never come to a good end, in my
experiences.  My name it Rita Dow.



   I'm thirty two, divorced, and gainfully employed by the Capstan
Corporation as an assistant to vice president Mike Blevins.  Our fling, if
that's the right word, started on a beastly Friday.  One of those days when
nothing goes right.  Even things that had never gone wrong before did so
that day.  Mike took pity on me and asked me to stop off for a drink after
work.  We did and I got smashed.  To make a long story short, we ended up
in his bed doing the nasty.  In fact we spent the entire weekend in bed



   For the next couple of weeks we fell into a natural pattern of being at
his place or mine.  It had been a long dry spell for me as far as sex. 
More months than I care to admit.  In fact my ex-husband was the last man
to fuck me before Mike came on the scene.  It's exactly like they say it
is. Sex, I mean, is like riding a bike and I was surprised how much I
missed good sex.  Not that sex with my ex was all that good, but Mike was
very good indeed.  He knew which buttons to push and when to push them.



   Mike and I were very careful to keep our personal lives away from work.
No covert looks or touching.  No little terms of endearment or anything
like that.  Strictly professional in every aspect.



   Our mini affair had been going on for a little over two months when
things got weird.  Weird as far as I was concerned, at least.  One night
Mike and I were watching a porno video.  Not that it was weird.  I've
always enjoyed a good triple X movie.  The weird part was all three movies
he brought in were group sex movies and all were two men and one woman.



   I'll have to admit they were hot, but one was super hot.  I sat up and
paid attention when the two guys both penetrated the woman.  One in her ass
and one in her pussy.  The woman either liked it a lot or she was a super
actress.



   My ex-husband liked to butt fuck me and to tell the truth I didn't mind
it if he took it slow and gentle.  Watching that chick get two cocks in her
at the same time really flipped my switch.  Up until that night Mike had
not fucked my ass.  He used his finger a couple of times, but not his dick.
That night after watching the videos I held my butt cheeks open for him and
he took the hint.



   "I know what you need," Mike said when his cock was fully in me.  "You
need another cock to work your cunt, don't you?" I guess I must of said
yes, but I don't remember if I did or not.  I'm likely to say anything when
I'm hot, and I was steaming hot right then.  I had a couple of satisfying
orgasms and after Mike came we went to sleep and I didn't think about it
again for several days.



   "Rita, are you going to cook for us Friday night?" Mike asked me one
afternoon.  I told him that I had planned on it.  I like to cook and Mike
likes to eat a homemade meal.  I often cooked for him.  I asked him why he
inquired.



   "Mose is going to be in town a few days," Mike answered.  "I thought if
it was all right with you, I'd invite him over for one of your fantastic
meals."



   "Okay, no problem," I said.  "Who is Mose?"



   "I told you about him didn't I?  Moses Walker.  We went to college
together.  Room mates and all that.  Mose is a good guy and a lot of fun.
You'll like him." Aside from the fact I didn't want to waste our Friday
night together, I didn't have a problem with it.  I'd just cook a little
bit more than usual.  What Mike neglected to mention was his friend, Mose,
was black.



   I'm not a prejudice person as far as race is concerned.  I never have
been, even thought I was raised in a mostly white community.  There were a
few black kids at school and some I counted among my friends.  I try to
look passed the color of a person's skin, but it was still a surprise when
this black man came calling.



   Okay, I'm going to admit that Moses Walker caused me to get chill bumps.
When Mike introduced me to his friend and the man took my hand, I got the
shakes.  Not big-time but I could tell even if Mike and Mose couldn't.



   Mose is a hard man to describe.  Big is the first word that comes to
mind.  Nearly seven feet tall and well over three hundred pounds.  Very
little of that bulk was fat.  He played varsity football at college and
professional football for a few years after school.  Mose is soft spoken
and for all his size a gentle man.  The next thing that struck me was his
eyes.  They are golden yellow like a tiger's eyes.  Not light brown but
yellow and they peer right into your soul.  The next descriptive item was
his hair.or lack of it.  A receding hairline, according to Mose, prompted
him to remove all of it from his head and to grow a beard.



   So there I stood looking up at the giant, my legs turning to limp
noodles.  Mike was talking but I didn't pay much attention to what he was
saying.  I was fascinated by the huge man who still held my hand in his.



   "Dinner is almost ready," I managed to stammer.  "Not more than ten
minutes.  Drink?"



   "Whatever you're having," Mose answered in his soft slow speech.



   "I'm drinking beer," I said.



   "Beer is fine with me.  I actually rather have beer.  Can or bottle is
fine also.  " Mose Walker finally released my hand and I hurried away to
get his beer.  Mike doesn't care much for beer, preferring wine.  He's
actually a little bit of a wine snob and I've told him so several times. 
Wine is always a disappointment to me.  I always think it should taste like
grape juice and it never does.  Besides I got drunk on wine once in college
and I thought I'd die from the hangover.  Beer is honest with me.  I
usually get full or sleepy before I make a complete fool of myself.  Not so
with other alcohol.



   I got Mike his wine and Mose his bottle of beer and delivered it to
them. Mike had taken his huge friend into the living room.  I stayed in the
background and let the two men catch up with each other.  Just as I was
about to call them to dinner the phone rang.  It was bad news for Mike. 
His father had suffered a heart attack and he needed to go home.  Home for
Mike was a four hour drive.



   I offered to go with him but he declined saying that he didn't know how
long he would have to be gone.  He told me I would be needed at C-cor,
which is what our company is called, should he need to stay for a longer
time.  Mike insisted that Mose and I have our dinner and he hurriedly threw
some clothes together and quickly left after telling Mose to stay the
night. Or longer if he needed to.  Mose told him that he had to leave the
next day.



   "Well," Mose said.  "Alone at last.  I sure hope Mister Blevins is okay.
I've met him several times.  Seems like a nice person." I told the big
black man I hadn't met Mikes parents.



   "We've sorta kept our 'thing' quiet," I added.  "We wanted to avoid the
usual workplace crap."



   "So you gave up modeling to enter the world of business?  Why did you
decide to do that?" I almost choked on my beer.



   "You got to be joking," I said laughing.  "Me?  Model?"



   "I'm sorry," he said.  "I just assumed that.well, you know.  How you
look and all.  I figured surely you modeled.  No offence intended."



   "And none taken," I said.  "In fact I'm flattered.  I don't think anyone
ever assumed I was a model before."



   "Oh I think they have," Mose said with a smile.  "They probably just
wasn't rude enough to mention it.  Before I forget to mention it, this is a
great meal.  I'm making a hog of myself." I assured him that there was no
bigger compliment to the cook than to have the food eaten with enthusiasm.
Moses Walker certainly ate with gusto.



   "I'm sure it takes a lot of fuel for such a large body," I said.  "Have
some more but save room for desert.  I made an apple pie and there is ice
cream to go with it." He claimed he could not possibly eat any desert but
he managed to choke down a quarter of the pie and a pint of ice cream.



   "I'm sure sorry Mike had to leave, but frankly I'm enjoying your company
so much I hate to call it a night," Mose said.  "Want to check out his
movie collection?" I also was enjoying his company so I agreed.



   "What do you want to watch?" Mose said standing at the shelf looking at
the hundreds of disks.



   "I don't care, you just pick one," I replied.  "What's that you're
looking at?"



   "Don't have a clue," Mose answered.  "It doesn't have a label just the
number four.  In fact there's a couple dozen without labels.  Pot luck?"



   "Sure why not," I answered.  "Probably some bootleg stuff he's
collected." Mose put the disk in the player and came back and sat beside me
on the big leather couch.  The movie wasn't exactly what I anticipated.  It
was porno.



   "Oops," Mose said.  "I think I know why they weren't labeled." He
started to get to his feet.  While I don't consider myself a prude, and as
I said I do like to watch.  Just as Mose reached for the eject button I
recognized someone on the screen.



   "Wait a minute, Mose," I said.  "I think I know that woman." I watched
her cavort around a moment taking her clothing off one piece at a time. 
When the camera zoomed in on her face I knew for a fact who she was.  "My
God!  That Julie Brown," I exclaimed.



   "Who's Julie Brown?" Mose asked returning to his seat beside me.



   "She works at C-cor," I answered, my eyes still fixed on the screen. 
Julie was now topless and about to be totally nude.  "She works in
accounting." The camera panned back and I could see that there was a man in
the room and the room was right where Mose and I were sitting.



   "This ought to be interesting," Mose said.  "Two men and one woman.  At
least I assume it's a guy operating the camera." By that time Julie had
gotten completely naked and was standing straddled over the man's legs,
hunching her hips toward his face.  The man was a black man and when the
camera moved to the side I recognized him.



   "That's Taylor.something, from the shipping department," I said.  I was
shocked because I recognized both of them.  Co-workers, as a matter of
fact. The camera jiggled a moment then stabilized and another man entered
the picture.  A naked man with a familiar ass.  It was Mike.  Mike walked
up behind Julie and hugged her to him.  Because it was a side view I could
see Mike's hard penis until she was tight against his body.  I could also
see his hands grasping her big breasts and crushing then.  There was some
music playing but I could clearly hear Julie moan when Mike squeezed her
boobs.  Taylor, the black man had striped down so that he was now only
wearing his socks.  He approached Julie and Mike from her front and pressed
himself to her.



   "I see the brother isn't a shorthorn," Mose commented with a chuckle. 
For a moment I didn't understand then I got it.  Taylor was carrying a
large penis and it was hard.  Mike lifted Julie up while she spread her
legs and I could plainly see Taylor's manhood enter her.  Julie gasped then
groaned loudly as the black man pushed forward completely shoving his dick
in her.  Taylor carried Julie backward until he was sitting on the very
couch that Mose and I occupied.  At no time did he and Julie become
unconnected.  Taylor twisted around until he was laying on his back and
Julie on top of him.  The camera moved slowly until the couple were again
centered in the frame.  Then Mike entered the picture again.



   I watched him put something on his hard dick and then get on the couch.
He then put his penis in Julie's butt.  She was skewered between the two
men.  Julie was yelling at them to fuck her and to fuck her hard.  I felt
something stir in me and for a moment I thought it was jealousy.  Then I
realized it wasn't jealousy.  I was becoming sexually stimulated and I was
so very aware of the big man sitting beside me.



   "We don't have to watch this," Mose said softly.



   "No, I want to watch," I answered.  Other than the movies I watched with
mike I had never seen anything like what I was seeing.  It was different
because I was watching three people who I knew.  I was aware that I was
becoming wet between my legs.  "Mose, have you ever seen anything like
this?" He nodded but didn't comment.  "Really?" I inquired.  He glanced at
me and nodded again.



   "Have you ever done it?" I pressed.



   "Yes I have," Mose said.  "A lot of times."



   "Really?" was all I could think of to say.  I looked back at the TV. 
Mike and Taylor now were both pumping in and out of Julie and she was
screaming.  The men repositioned Julie a couple of times as they.hell, I
might as well call a spade a spade.  They fucked her.  When the movie came
to a stop, Mose and I just sit in silence except for our heavy breathing.



   "Want to see the one labeled 'one'?" Mose asked.  I nodded and he
changed the disks.



   Disk number one opened with Julie and Taylor sitting side by side on a
swing.  It was night time outside in a place I didn't recognize.  The both
had on swimwear.  Taylor was playfully teasing Julie by tugging at the
straps to her top.



   "Stop that, Taylor," Julie said with a giggle.  "Mike will be back in a
few minutes and he wouldn't like you doing that."



   "Mike is a buddy," Taylor said.  "He'd want you to show me your tits."



   "How do you know that?" she asked.



   "He told me that you have great tits and he said I should see them,"
Taylor replied.  "He's right.  I should see them." A shadow fell across
them and Mike came into the picture.



   "Mike, Taylor wants to see my boobs," Julie said looking at Mike as he
sat on the other side of her.



   "Okay, show the man your tits," Mike responded.  "You're big beautiful
tits, Julie."



   "See?" Taylor said pushing her forward and untying her top.  Her big
breasts spilled out and both men grabbed one.



   "Ohh, what are you guys doing?" Julie said.  She obviously was too
upset. "Mike, what's happening here?"



   "I told Taylor about your nice juicy pussy and he wants some," Mike
answered.  Julie protested that she hadn't agreed to that, but her protests
quickly died when the two men started sucking on her nipples.  Mike and
Taylor untied the strings on her swim suit bottoms and Taylor ran his
fingers into her pussy.  He used his fingers on her hard for a moment and
whatever resistance Julie had disappeared completely.  Julie had been
transformed into nothing more or less than an object to be used.  And use
her they did.



   Taylor entered her first and the angle of the camera was such that I
could see his big black dick as it penetrated her.  Inch by inch the ebony
rod entered her until he was completely embedded.  On disk one Mike and
Taylor fucked her woman several times in different positions.  Disk two was
more of the same at the same place and disk three was in Mike's bedroom.



   Disk three was the first time, apparently, that both men penetrated her
simultaneously.  She fought like a wildcat but not for long.  Soon she
stopped fighting and simply enjoyed what was happening to her.  Since the
camera never moved I assumed that it was on a tripod or somehow fixed to
operate from some remote place.  Julie didn't seem to be aware that she was
being taped, but several times Mike and Taylor glanced in the direction of
the camera.



   I jumped slightly when Mose lay his hand on my thigh.  He removed it
with a smile.



   "No, it's okay," I assured him.  "You can touch me, Mose.  In fact I
want you to." Watching Julie being fucked by Taylor's black dick had caused
me to want one for myself.  It didn't take but a few moments until Mose had
me topless and was sucking on my nipples.  First one than the other.  I was
tingling from his caresses.  I didn't wait for him to get my pants off.  I
jumped up and removed them and my panties myself.  Mose was just moving too
damned slow.



   "My God, you're beautiful!" Moses said when I was naked.  "A vision,
Rita." Moses hurried then, tearing his clothes off.  When his manhood
sprung out I know I must have gasped aloud.  It was big, it was beautiful,
and for the moment it was mine.  I guess I must have surprised him at the
intensity with which I attacked him.  In a flash I was on my knees, between
his legs with his cock in my mouth.



   "I won't be able to stand much of that," Mose moaned as I sucked and
stroked his ebony cock.  "I'll cum for sure if you keep that up."



   I wanted him to cum but not right then.  I had to have him in me.  I
felt wild and wanton.  I climbed up astraddle him and while he aimed his
cock at my pussy I lowered myself down onto it.  I thought for a moment I
would faint when he entered me.  I felt like I was being stretched to the
maximum.  I had the first of many orgasms while I slid down on his cock. 
When he was completely in me I stayed still a moment trying to adjust to
the awesome feeling if being so full of him.  Mose used that time to bite
my nipples causing me to have another climax.



   After a few minutes I started experimenting with slight movement.  I
eased up and back down a couple of times.  I could feel the tip of his cock
touch places that had never been touched by any man except maybe my
gynecologist.  I lifted myself higher and then higher until I was nearly
high enough for his cock to come out and back down again.  I begun to shake
and tremble and something happened to me that had never happened before.  I
had a series of orgasms.  One right after another, leaving me so weak I was
unable to move or even talk.



   With his cock still embedded, Mose stood up and took me to Mike's bed. I
had another earth shaking climax when he walked with me.  For the next hour
or so he fucked me.  Maybe it was I who fucked him.  It would be hard to
say.  I do know that at some point it was him doing all the work.  I was as
limp as an old dishrag.



   Sometime around midnight we got up from the bed, hungry again.  I warmed
up the leftover dinner and we ate and then got back to it.  Before Mose, I
considered Mike to be a good lover, but Mike was a one cum man.  Mike
needed at least half an hour to recharge and go again.  Mose didn't need
any time to recover.  I'm positive he never got completely soft anytime. 
I'm not sure when we stopped.  I simply woke up with the sun shining
through the window.  Mose lay beside me with one hand laying on my hip.  He
smiled as he slept.  I smiled back at his sleeping form.  I would have
awaken him for more fun and games but natured dictated I hurry to the
bathroom.  After answering nature's call I needed coffee and I needed it
badly.  I was walking, naked, through the living room when my cell phone
rang.



   "Hi sweetie," Mikes voice said.  "I made it okay.  Dad's not doing very
well." I told him how sorry I was.  "Yeah, shit happens, I guess.  Where
are you?  I tried your home phone first."



   "I'm still at your apartment.  I slept here last night."



   "Did Mose get off all right?"



   "Not yet," I answered.  "He's just getting up," I had heard the commode
flush.  "We slept together last night." That may sound cruel but I didn't
want it hanging over us and I'm not a very good liar.



   "Oh.okay then," Mike said.  "Sorry I missed it.  I was hoping the night
might go in that direction.  Apparently neither of you missed me."



   "That's not fair, Mike," I said.



   "No, sorry Rita.  You're right.  It's not fair.  I'm just bummed about
Dad.  That's all.  I'm going to have to stay a while to see how he does. 
Mom isn't in any shape to handle Dad's business.  I may be gone a couple of
weeks.  I called Tom Baggett and told him you were up to speed on our
projects.  He'll brief you Monday but you'll have to take over as project
manager until I can get back.  So, how was ol' Mose?"



   "Good, but he isn't my Mike," I said.  It wasn't the complete truth. 
Not even close, but it was a lie with good intentions.  Mike chuckled.



   "Thank you, liar," he said.  "You forgot, I've seem Mose in action.  Run
that black son of a bitch out of town.  I don't need that kind of
completion around." Mose came into the room.  I told Mike to hold on and I
handed Mose the phone.  I told Mose I told mike that we had slept together.



   "Hey buddy," Moses said into the phone.  "How's your dad?" he listened a
moment his face screwed up in sorrow at what he heard.  "Man, that sucks. I
hope he gets better real soon.yeah she told me you knew..best piece of tail
I've ever had.no, she standing right here, but it's still the truth." Mose
glanced at me and winked.  "Yeah, she a hot fox all right.  Sorry you
weren't here to see how she loved my black cock in her tight white cunt.No,
I got to head out pretty soon, but I'm going to take time for one for the
road." While he spoke with Mike, Mose toyed with my nipple.  I wanted two
things right at that moment, but the coffee could wait.  I used Mose's cock
as a handle and led him back to the bedroom.  "She's taking me back to bed
as we speak," Mose said to Mike.  "I got to go now.  My best to your
family. Bye."



   Moses Walker didn't leave town until late Saturday night.  He and I
couldn't get enough of each other.  One thing I discovered was some of the
last disks in Mike's collection were of me and him.  From the angle it
didn't take a great detective to find where the video camera was hidden in
the closet.  Sneaky bastard!  When I closed up Mike's apartment I took the
disks with me on them.  All except one that Moses wanted to take.  I
reasoned that Mose was going to a place over six hundred miles away and I
didn't know anyone there, so why not let him have one to remember me by?

   ***



   Monday took-off at a frantic pace.  I was so happy that Mike had worked
closely with me on all the project and I was able to step right in.  Mike
checked in almost every day but it became apparent to everyone after the
second week that he wasn't going to be back anytime soon.  His father
hadn't been able to recover and Mike was running his business.



   After a month Mike tendered his resignation and I was promoted to vice
president and project manager.  I had some terribly mixed emotions about
it. Of course I wanted a promotion but not at Mike's expense, but he it
took it in good grace and congratulated me.  That was when he came to get
his things.  If he missed the disks I took he didn't mention it to me.



   While I was busy and felt fulfilled at work, I did miss Mike and our
weekend and occasional weeknight loving.  I spent a lot of time thinking
about Moses Walker and his very talented and very large black dick.  But
alas Mose lived in Nashville and I was a long way from Music City.  Then
one fine day there came the offer to transfer.  Did I want to relocate all
the way to Nashville Tennessee?  I told the company I'd have to think about
it.  I called Moses and told him about the offer.



   "You got to take it Rita," he said.  "I've seen the building your office
would be in.  It's not more than a quarter of a mile from where I hang out.
"You are going to do it aren't you?"



   "I don't know, Mose.  Maybe," I said.  "I'm giving it a lot of
consideration.  I guess I wanted to make sure of.well what you thought, I
guess.  I mean you'd be the only person I know in the whole city."



   "We'll fix that soon enough.  You can use my friends until you find some
of your own.  Say you'll do it, please.  I've thought about you a lot over
the past few months.  You'll love it here because it a happening place."



   Over the next several days I must have changed my mind a dozen times. 
When I was informed of the pay for taking the new position I jumped at the
chance and two weeks later I was in my new office in Nashville.  Not
exactly in Nashville but in one of the close adjacent areas.  I splurged
and purchased a new convertible and drove down.



   Mose had pulled some strings and located a great townhouse for me to
look at.  I didn't have to look at anything else.  I signed the papers and
notified the moving company to send my things.  The company would have paid
for me to stay in a hotel or motel, but Mose insisted I stay with him.  It
was an easy sell.



   I had almost forgotten how good Mose was.  Mister slow hands and hard
cock.  The first night, afternoon actually, he was on me and didn't get off
of me until he had to take a leak.  God, he felt good!



   Mose and a couple of his friend helped me move in.  Darlene and Jason
were their names.  Jason a well built black man and Darlene a beautiful and
stacked white woman.  That evening while Mose and Jason went to replenish
the beer supply, Darlene help me unpack and put dishes and things away.  I
mentioned how nice it was for them to help.



   "Don't you think a thing about it," Darlene said.  "Girls like us have
to stick together."



   "Girls like us?"



   "Yeah, white girls who like their meat black," she answered.  "Mose told
us all about you.  Jason is looking forward to getting a sample." I didn't
respond to her comment but I was thinking about it.  I tried to get pissed
but I couldn't generate a lot of anger, but I wasn't happy about Mose
talking about me behind my back.



   "That doesn't bother you?" I asked her.



   "What?  Oh that Jason wants some of your pussy?  Naw, he's free to do
whatever he wants.  He loans me to his buddies now and then, so I guess I
can't complain."



   "Loans you to his buddies?"



   "Yeah, sometimes his friends want some white nookie and Jason let's them
have mine."



   "Mose, too?"



   "Oh hell yes," she laughed.  "Ol' Mose has fucked me a lot of times. 
He's one of the few I'll let fuck me bareback.  In fact I fucked Mose
first. I mean he was my first black dude.  He loaned me to Jason and me and
Jason sorta hooked up.  We have an apartment a few block over from here. 
Was Mose your first black cock?"



   "Yes he was," I muttered.  "First and only black man."



   "Well honey, that'll soon change.  There's about a dozen or so dudes
that Jason and Mose loan their women to.  You'll have a lot of black dick
pretty damned soon.  I sure hope you take it up the ass.  Do you?" I
nodded. What a surreal conversation we were having.  "Good, that'll save
you a lot of pain.  Some of their friends like to fuck a girl's ass.  Can
you handle more than one cock at a time?"



   "I don't know," I answered her honestly.  I wondered why I was answering
her at all.  "I've never done that."



   "Oh wow, Rita," Darlene said with a big grin.  "Are you in for a treat!
There ain't nothing like having two big black cocks in you at the same
time. Just last night Jason and one of his buddies fucked the shit out of
me.  Get ready for a trip to the moon, honey.  Hey, I hear them coming in
now." She left the kitchen to meet them.



   I had several things to think about.  One was how I felt about being
"loaned out" I was my own woman.  I answer to no man.  Another was Mose
discussing my personal life with people I didn't know.  I was in the
process of working myself into a good mad when Moses came up behind me and
put his big hands on my breasts and gently squeezed them while kissing my
neck.



   "Looks like you about have it," Moses said still nuzzling my neck.  His
fingers found my nipples through my bra and he rolled both nips around. 
Okay I was pissed, but not that pissed.  I turned around in his arms and we
kissed long and deep.  I was aware that Jason and Darlene were watching us.
It didn't matter right at that moment.



   With our lips still locked we went from the kitchen to the living room.
The next thing I was aware of, Mose had my shirt off and my bra pushed up
teasing my hardened nipples with his teeth.  I've always had sensitive
nipples and lately it seemed that they were even more so.  I glanced up to
see that Jason and Darlene had followed us to the living room.  The fact
that two people, strangers were watching as Moses played with my bare
breasts should have embarrassed me, but it didn't.  All I could think of at
that moment was Mose's beautiful black cock and what he could do for me.



   I eagerly helped Mose get my shorts off and I heard me moan when his big
fingers found my clit.  I noticed that Darlene was also naked and Jason was
wearing only boxer shorts.  His stiff cock stuck out from the fly.  I
tugged on Mose's belt and finally managed to get his pants open and his
mighty weapon freed.  It sprang out of his pants like some beast happy to
be released from captivity.  I couldn't wait any longer.  I got on my knees
between his legs and shoved my mouth down on his stiff rod.  I nearly
choked myself when I felt a hand on my butt.  Keeping Mose's cock in my
mouth I looked around to see Jason standing behind me.  One hand on my butt
caressing it, and the other on his hard cock.  I started to remove my mouth
from Mose's cock to protest when Mose grabbed my hard and kept it in place.




   "You're going to let Jason have some of your wonderful pussy," Mose
said. "Go with the flow, baby.  Go with the flow." I really didn't have
many options.  Jason lifted my hips up and I felt his fingers probing at my
moist pussy.  I felt his finger separate my pussy lips and I groaned when
his fingers found my clitoris.  Suddenly his fingers were replaced by his
cock.  I felt the head of his cock searching for the opening.  I raised my
hips a little to help the search.  I had to lift my face from Mose's cock
in order to get a good breath of air.  Jason's cock slipped in me slowly,
an inch at a time until he was completely in me.



   I didn't have much chance to breath much before Jason begun to stroke in
and out of me.  His cock felt good.  Not as good as Mose's cock felt when
he was in me, but good none the less.  I discovered it very difficult to
suck a cock and be fucked by one at the same time.  I found it hard to
concentrate on sucking.  I held Mose's cock and licked it occasionally.  He
seemed to understand.



   It was also hard to keep up with the three-way conversation that
Darlene, Jason and Mose had.  During their chitchat Jason brought me to a
nice orgasm.



   "Fuckin' hot box," Jason said.  "Still tight, too."



   "Is she tighter than me?" Darlene demanded to know.



   "Shit yeah," Jason said with a laugh.  "Hell, baby you've had two cocks
in your cunt before.  Don't worry.  We'll get this bitch bored out 'fore
long.  She'll be taking two cock up her snatch pretty soon.  Won't she
Mose?"



   "I think so," Mose answered.  "What do you think, Rita.  Would you like
two cocks in your pussy at the same time?" I should have said no, but I
probably said yes.  In the heat of the moment I would have agreed to
anything.



   "You want some of her pussy?" Jason asked.  I assumed he was talking to
Mose, but I was wrong.



   "Yes I do," Darlene answered.  "Just as soon as you shoot her full of
your cum."



   "You better get ready," Jason told her.  "I'm about ready to fill her
cunt full of black baby seed." 'Whoa'.  I thought as I felt Darlene slide
under me.  'What's the hell is going on?' I tried to talk but Mose pulled
me down on his cock again.  I felt Darlene's hands on my hips just as Jason
grunted and announced that he was coming.  I felt his semen flooding me,
all hot and sticky.  I had a great climax when he did.



   Suddenly I felt Jason's cock fall out of me and Darlene pulling me
downward.  I released Mose's cock and went down with her until I was
literally sitting on her face.  I had never been intimate with another
woman in my life except for some high school experimenting with my
girlfriend.



   "What's Darlene doing?" Moses asked me.



   "She's licking me," I answered panting.  Darlene was sucking Jason's cum
from my throbbing pussy and I could feel another orgasm building.  Jason
Got Darlene's legs and turned her around.  Of course I had no option other
then to go with her.



   "Now you can return the favor," Jason said with a laugh.  "Lick her cunt
for her."



   My experimenting had never gone that far, but it didn't seem strange to
me.  I leaned down until my nose was touching her tiny patch of pubic hair.
I pulled forward and I could smell the musky scent of her.  Her pussy was
swollen and I used my fingers to separate her pussy folds.  I could see
that she was wet and her clit stood boldly out.  I put my tongue to her
clit and gave it a light flick.



   "Suck her clit hard," Jason said.  "The whore loves that shit."



   Darlene's clit was almost like a tiny penis in my mouth.  I had to grab
hold of her legs to hang on because the moment her clit was in my mouth she
started bucking hard.



   "Man alive, I do love to watch two white sluts eating each other's cunt,
don't you Mose?" Jason said.  He was kneeling beside Darlene and I.



   "I surely do," Mose answered.  He got down and pushed his cock into
Darlene's pussy.  He stopped me when I started to pull away.  "No Rita,
keep working on her cunt while I pour the meat to her." His belly was
pushing against my forehead but I managed to keep my place.  Darlene's
tongue brought me to another climax and I came again when Jason shoved his
cock into my pussy.  All four of us were in a compact, tight knot.



   It didn't take long and Darlene and I both had a pussy full of cum and a
mission to clean the other out.  I thought I did a good job for my first
time at eating pussy.  Darlene thought so, too.  I got her off twice.



   For the next hour Jason and Mose filled us up and we did the clean-up
work which wasn't really work for either of us.  It's strange but it was
easier for me to eat Darlene's pussy than it was to just kiss her.  Kissing
for some reason seemed much more intimate to me.  Kissing her took some
effort the first time she planted a big wet kiss on my lips.  She used a
lot of tongue, too.  After a few times it didn't feel so strange anymore.
Taking her tongue was no different than taking Mose or Jason's cock in my
mouth.  It was all part of the moment.  Raw hot sex is the only way I can
describe it.



   "Rita needs to be double fucked," Darlene said.  "She's never had two
cock at once."



   "Time to change that," Jason said.  He positioned himself on his back
and directed me to get on top of him facing away.  He aimed his cock at my
butt hole.  Since they both had already been in that hole, his cock slid in
without any difficultly.  Then Mose got on the bed and eased his cock in my
pussy.  For a moment a reddish haze descended over me.  I came almost
immediately and several times more after they developed a rhythm.  It was
like nothing else I had ever experienced in my life.  The feeling was super
intense.  I was literally sandwiched between them, their big cock plunging
in and out of me.  I could hear myself screaming and yelling.  I had a
tremendous orgasm when Jason shot-off in my ass and another a few moments
later when Mose empted into my pussy.



   I went to sleep sometime shortly after that.  I dozed off with the bed
bouncing from the movements of the two men taking Darlene.  I suppose they
let themselves out because I woke up alone later that morning.  That was my
official welcome to Nashville.

   ***



   I quickly got into the routine at work.  I found the crew in Nashville
to be excellent to work with.  My company is a firm believer in flex-time.
They want eight hours a day and it's up to the individual team leader to
pick the start and end times for the day.  Because of this we worked a lot
of odd hours.  Sometimes we started early and finished the day by mid
afternoon and sometimes we worked until the wee hours of the morning.  We
finished our project nearly a full month ahead of schedule which got all of
a nice bonus and an extra two weeks of vacation.



   Because of the odd hours, my interaction with Mose, Jason and Darlene
was sporadic.  Mose and Jason both had full time day jobs.  Darlene worked
as a part time stripper and escort.  She claimed the escort part of her job
was strictly on the up and up.  She provided a nice looking piece of eye
candy for guys who couldn't get a date to various functions.



   A couple of time when Mose and Jason weren't available, Darlene and I
got together.  Not necessarily for sex, but that usually happened, too.  A
few times we went to a movie or to a club.  In all honestly I really prefer
sex with a man, but Darlene proved to be a nice distraction from the press
of business.



   One night, just as the project was coming to an end, Darlene and I went
to dinner.  I had got off work late and Darlene had a date with some
businessman and neither of us wanted to get our own dinner.  She suggested
we go out and since I didn't have to be at work early, I agreed.



   "How was your date?" I asked her while we were eating.



   "Fucking boring," she said.  "The old fart couldn't keep his hands off
me.  Not that I care that much what any date does unless it's in public. 
He kept rubbing my ass all the time and I had to smile and take it.  I pity
the next man who touches me." she glanced up and grinned.  "Unless it
happens to be him." I turned to see who she was staring at.  He was a big
strong looking black man with a shaved head and wearing a lot of gold
jewelry.  "Do you know who that is?" I admitted my ignorance.  "That's
Omar."



   "Omar who?" I asked.



   "Just Omar.  He only uses one name, like Cher or.whoever.  He's a
singer," she said.  "Surely you've heard of him."



   "Sorry, I never heard of him.  Rap?"



   "No, he does rhythm and blues and love songs.  Deep bass voice that
makes me wet just to hear him.  I met him a few months ago.  He was dating
a girlfriend of mine at the time.  I hear he's a stud." I turned my chair
so that I could see him better.  Omar was sitting at the bar laughing and
talking to the bartender.



   "I'm going over and say hello to him," Darlene said getting up.  "Do you
want to meet him?"



   "Not particularly," I answered.  She bounced away and I went back to
eating.  She was back in a few minutes with Omar.



   "Look who I brought with me," Darlene said.  "Omar this is Rita.  Rita,
Omar." I held out my hand and he took it as if he didn't intend on giving
it back.



   "Hello Rita," Omar said.  Resonated would be a better way of putting it.
His voice was so deep that it caused the glasses on the table to vibrate.
I'll admit he did have a sexy voice.  "Can I buy you all a desert?" Smooth
bastard sensed where my weakness lay.  If he had offered to by a drink I
could have smiled and said no with no problem.  Sweet things are my
weakness.  Naturally I said yes and he joined us.



   "I hear you aren't seeing Candi any more," Darlene said to Omar.



   "No, that went by the way," he said.  "It was fun for a while but she
grew tired of me.  Cast me off like an old shoe." I expressed my doubts to
that and he smiled at me.  "Well, the fact that Candi had a thing for
illegal substances may have influenced me somewhat.  I don't do drugs and
frankly don't want to be around those that do.  Can't see stuffing a
thousand dollars up my nose.  A couple shots of Black Jack will do the
trick for me and they won't be hauling my black ass to jail." That comment
led to a discussion between he and I about the evils of drugs.  Darlene
seemed uncomfortable with our conversation.  I knew she was an occasional
user of coke and pot.  When she spotted someone she knew she was gone.



   "Darlene didn't seem to join in our little discussion.  I suspect we
stepped on her dainty toes," Omar said.  I nodded but didn't elaborate. 
Her business is her business.  Not his nor mine.  "How come a beautiful
woman such as yourself is unescorted?  If you don't mind me being nosy."
Somehow that question led me into my work and into the more personal
aspects of my life.  Omar was easy to talk to.



   "So tell me Rita Dow, what do you do for fun?"



   "I enjoy good music, and relaxing at home.  I'm not much of a club
person.  Quiet moments with someone I like being with.  I'm really a very
simple person."



   "Would you like to spend some quiet time listening to good music with
me?" I didn't want to appear too eager but the truth was, I did want to
spend some time with him.  There was something compelling about Omar, the
singer of songs.  I told him that I thought it sounded nice.  The next
thing I knew Omar and I were headed out the door.  I waved at Darlene who
was with some friends and she smiled and waved back.



   Omar hailed a cab and he explained that he had a car, but when he was
out drinking he left it parked.  He said the cops loved to bust a black
celebrity.  We went to his penthouse apartment high over the city.  The
view was breathtaking.



   He surprised me by not playing some of his own music.  He went up
another notch in my book.  I realize we all have and need an ego, but some
people take it to the extreme.  Apparently, if Omar had a big ego, he knew
how to control it.



   "Now we have good music and the night is quiet," Omar said taking a seat
beside me on the leather sofa.  "What's next, Rita Dow?"



   "Making out, I suppose," someone using my voice said.  That was so
unlike me to say anything like that.



   Making out with Omar was.different, to say the least.  He took me in his
arms and absorbed me.  I got lost in him.  Totally and completely lost.  He
was easy and gentle yet demanding.  He had my clothes off hardly before I
even knew it.  His every move was somehow calculated to keep us touching
each other.  He didn't hurry but there was an underlying sense of urgency.



   When Omar put my hand on his cock I thought for a moment that I was
touching his arm.  When I looked at it I know I gasped aloud.  He was huge!
Not only long but thick as my arm.  The head of his ebony cock was larger
than the shaft.  I stroked it a few times and it reared up like a angry
snake.  It looked like pictures I've seen of big cobras.  I knew there was
no way I could take that monster inside my body.  I was wrong.  I could and
I did and I loved it.  Not right at first but when I became used to being
so filled.



   Omar picked me up effortlessly and carried me to his bed.  He gently put
me down and dove between my legs and continued to absorb me.  Omar may be a
world class singer, but he's also a world class muff-diver.  With lips,
teeth and tongue, he took me to orgasmic places I had only read about and
didn't believe existed.



   "I'm going to fuck you now," he said softly not bothering to wipe my
juices from his face.  "Together, you and I are going to enjoy each other.
Tell me what you want."



   "I want you," I said, my voice hoarse with passion.  "I want you in me,
but please be careful." Ever so gently he put that massive love stick in
me. I could feel myself stretching.  When I thought there was no more room
he found more.  Suddenly he was in me all the way.  I felt that big cock
head touching my cervix but it wasn't unpleasant at all.



   "Do you like my black cock in you?" I couldn't speak, but I managed a
squeak.  "Am I the biggest you've had?" I think I answered him, but I'm not
sure.  "Do you want me to fuck you, Rita Dow?"



   "God, Yes!" I screamed.  "Fuck me, Omar!  Fuck my pussy!" And fuck me he
did.  I was used to black men needed short recovery time but Omar didn't
quit until I begged him to.  While he was fucking me, I heard weird sounds
and saw strange flashing lights.  I must have had two dozen big climaxes.
Some were so intense they blew me away.



   Omar took me to the shower and we both washed his cum from our bodies.
Omar did something that no man had ever done to me.  In the shower he got
on his knees and sucked his own come from my flooded pussy.  He didn't
swallow it, but that act alone caused me to have a thundering orgasm.  And
the night was just beginning.  Omar fucked me until nearly two o'clock in
the morning.  He delivered me home and actually had to help me into my
apartment.  I was as limp as a wet noodle.  Limp, but oh so satisfied.



   When I told Mose about meeting and sleeping with Omar he was calm about
it.  Blas� comes to mind.  It ticked me off a little that he was so
easy-going about it.  Jason wasn't all that tickled to be sharing what he
had come to think of as his pussy.  Darlene wanted to know if Omar was as
big as she had heard.  If anything Darlene was a little jealous that she
hadn't fucked the singer.  I may have overstated Omar's size a little.  I
told her it was a foot long when it wasn't but ten inches.  I know because
I measured the damned thing.  I had to know.



   Omar and I got together several time over the next couple of weeks.  I
could never tire of his beautiful cock.



   Meeting Omar coincided with the projects ending.  One Thursday, Omar
called and we made a date for the next night.  He told me that he would
come by and take me to get some appropriate clothes for the date.  I didn't
know what that meant, but if he wanted to buy me clothing, I wasn't about
to make an issue of it.



   The shopping trip was something else.  Omar took me to a specialty store
that catered to.not sure exactly who patronized it.  Whores, I suppose. 
Everything in the place was designed to tantalize the senses.



   "Where on earth are you taking me?" I asked eyeing the risqu� clothes in
the store.  "Where does one wear such things?"



   "It's a special club where the brothers can relax and show off their
women.  You will be the belle of the ball.  All the other sluts will want
to run and hide from your beauty." Sluts?  Did Omar just called me a slut?
I was trying to get pissed but it wasn't working very well.  After all I
did go to bed with Omar after just meeting him.  Did that make me a slut?
After an honest appraisal I decided it did indeed qualified me.



   "Every swinging dick in the place will want you," Omar continued without
realizing I had been thinking about his choice of words.  "Men will offer
large sums of money to stick their cock in your white pussy.  I think I
will let a select few have you tonight."



   Okay, what the hell was going on?  Who the fuck was he to let or not let
any man do anything?  The woman clerk who diligently followed us through
the store, giggled at his comment.  She was a thirty-ish blonde white
woman. Tiny, but nice looking.



   "What do you think, Ida?" Omar asked her.



   "I would think any woman would be honored to have you select someone for
them," she said.



   "You have been to the club a few times haven't you, Ida," Omar said We
had gotten back to the back of the shop.  There were several dresses and
things hanging by the dressing room.  "Tell Rita about your first visit."
He stopped and when Ida got closer to him I could see that she was even
smaller than I had supposed.  The top of her head barely came to his chest.
"Go on Ida, tell her." Omar reached his hand and caressed her breast. 
First one then the other.  From her nipples pushing against her blouse, she
obviously wasn't wearing a bra.



   "Omar took me to the club," Ida said in a shaky voice.  "It was three
years ago."



   "Go on, Ida," Omar encouraged.  He had his hand inside her blouse and
was squeezing her breasts hard.  "What happened?"



   "Omar gave me to his friends," she said "They had sex with me."



   "Had sex with you?  I thought they fucked you.  Wasn't that what they
did?"



   "Yes, they fucked me.  Omar held my legs open for the first one.  They
fucked me for hours."



   "Did they fuck your ass for you, Ida?" Omar asked softly.  He had the
woman's blouse open and was freely massaging her breasts with both of his
big hands.  Her breasts were small but well formed with large puffy
nipples. For a moment I had a flash of jealousy



   "Yes," she answered her voice strained.  "They did me in every hole. 
They fucked me two at a time and sometimes three men were in me."



   "Did you like it?" he asked leaning down to take one puffy nipple in his
mouth.  She nodded, her face a flaming red.  She glanced at me then closed
her eyes.



   "What happened after that night?" Omar inquired releasing her nipple
from his teeth.



   "I got pregnant and had a baby."



   "Yeah you got knocked up," Omar said "You got a royal fucking and a baby
girl out of it didn't you?  Have you been back to the club since?"



   "Yes, lots of times," she answered.



   "Why?"



   "Because I'm a slut.  I love being fucked by a bunch of big black
cocks."



   "Good," Omar said.  "Now help Rita find some slut clothes to wear
tonight so she can get fucked just like you did.  This is her first visit
to the club."



   I followed Ida into the dressing room not believing what I heard.  Omar
was talking like I was some sort of whore at his beck and call.  His
personal slut to command.  Yet there was something about what he said that
caused ripples of excitement to run through me.



   "I guessed at your size," Ida said handing me a dress.  "I'm pretty
close, I think." She hadn't bothered to close her blouse and the sight of
her bare breasts was strangely disturbing to me.  The dress she handed me
was basically a see through cocktail dress.  Ida handed me a bra with holes
so that the nipples stuck out.  It was two sized too small so she went out
and came back with a larger one.  I put the bra and crotch-less panties on
and slipped the dress over them.  I looked in the mirror.  God, but I
looked like a slut!  Ida steered me out of the dressing room and Omar
expressed his approval.  My nipples stood out like headlights on one of
those old trucks.  I was turned on and I shouldn't have been.



   I walked passed Omar a couple of times, turning and posing for him.  I
felt strange trying to get his approval.  I told myself that I was Rita
Dow, a vice president of a large company and I didn't need his or anyone's
approval.  Yet I apparently did because I tried several outfits on and
modeled them for him.  When I came out with the last change I saw Ida on
her knees between Omar's legs, sucking his massive cock.



   "That's it," Omar said.  "Wear that dress with black panties and black
bra with your nipples showing.  Wonderful!" I had on an off white dress
that went all the way from the floor to my neck, yet so sheer I might as
well not been wearing anything.  There was a slit up each side nearly to
the waist.  Black bra and panties would be clearly visible.  "What do you
think, Ida?" She took her mouth off of his glistening cock to look at me.



   "Yes, she's beautiful, Omar." Ida said approvingly.  "Definitely black
undies.  That will get all the men's attention." I went back in the
dressing room and changed underwear.  When I came back out Ida was bouncing
on Omar's cock, her skirt pulled up to her waist.  She was facing away from
him.



   "Suck her tits, Rita," Omar said.  "Bite her puffy nipples and make her
yell." I couldn't believe I did what he asked, but I did.  I sucked and bit
her nipples and she caressed my head while I did.  Ida was moaning loudly.



   "Bite her clit," Omar said.  "Lick her cunt with my cock in it." I
didn't even hesitate to do as he ordered.  She tasted salty but not
unpleasant.  She came with a gush of fluid and I stepped back to keep
whatever it was off of my new dress.  Omar laughed.



   "Ida is a gusher," he said.  He picked her up off of him as if she was a
doll.  "Get your cunt on my cock, Rita," he commanded.  Ida staged and
stumbled to a chair and slumped down, looking drained.  I lifted the dress
and climbed up on Omar, facing him.  and he guided his cock into me.  God,
it felt good!  I had gotten wet from playing with Ida and watching her get
serviced by the big black man.  I slid all the way down on him.  I came
almost immediately.



   Later with my new dress and accessories, Omar dropped me off at my
place, telling me he would send a car for me later.  I asked him why he
wasn't coming and he said he wanted to be in the club when I arrived.  He
wanted to see me from the perspective of the other men.  I thought that was
strange, but everything about the day and Omar was strange.



   My doorman gave me a look that said he wasn't pleased with me getting
out of a black man's car.  I gave the old fart a big smile and he gave me a
frown.  For some bizarre reason that was funny to me.  What right did an
old white door opener and package deliverer have to show disapproval for
anything I did?  The old man would shit if he knew that the black man had
his big dick in me not more than thirty minutes earlier.  I would have had
his semen running down my legs if Ida hadn't taken all the cum in her
mouth.



   I took a long hot soaking bath and thought about things.  I wondered why
I was letting Omar order me around like a servant.  Why did I stand still
for it?  It was demeaning and normally I wouldn't put up with it for an
instant.  I made a decision several times not to go, but each time I
changed my mind.  I was going and I knew it.  I also knew why.  At least
partly why.  I had to know where it was going.  I wasn't exactly sure what
the 'it' was.  Omar was exciting, unpredictable and a little dangerous.



   The car, a short limo, arrived promptly at eight o'clock.  The driver, a
young Latino, waited by the back door as I came out of my building.  After
giving me a long silent appraisal, he opened the door and I got in.  A
bottle of opened champagne waited for me.  It was better wine than I was
used to, and I had three glasses on the way.  The way turned out to be a
thirty minute ride into the outskirts of the city.  We turned into a long
curving drive to a huge mansion.  One of the kind you see in pictures.  Big
marble columns along the front and a second story balcony.  There was a big
fountain in front.  There were about twenty cars parked along the drive.



   My driver stopped in front of the double door entrance.  My door was
opened almost before the car came to a complete stop.  A big, big black man
in a uniform was standing beside the car his hand out to assist me. 
Suddenly I felt more naked than if I had been wearing no clothes.  The
uniformed man looked at me from head to toe and smiled.  He had to weigh at
least four hundred pounds.



   "Welcome to the Club, Miss," he said.  His southern drawl was way too
southern to have been from that area.  He had to come out of southern
Alabama or Mississippi.  He escorted me to the door that was opened by
another uniformed black man.



   The old stately house had been remodeled into something the original
planner never dreamed of.  Oh, there was the marble tiled floors in the
entrance and the double sweeping stairs leading to the second floor but
when you go passed the entrance it was completely different.  To the right
was a huge open ballroom.  To the right was a dining area that had both
open and private dining rooms.



   "Mister Omar waits for you in the Bar," the doorman or butler said.  He
indicated the way to the right.  "The bar is in the back, Ma'am."



   I started through the crowded room.  I could feel eyes watching me as I
went.  It was like the dream I sometimes have.  The one where I'm naked and
everybody else is wearing clothes.  I could feel my nipples pressing
against the sheer material of the dress, and I knew my legs were visible
all the way to the tiny thong when I walked.



   Even over the loud music I could here bits and pieces of comments from
the black men.  Most of them were in the company of white or Asian women. I
saw only a very few black women there.



   "Damn, that's fine," one man said.  Another was a bit more crude, "Nice
rack, honey," he said went I passed him.  "Prime pussy," another said.



   The walk from the entrance to the bar was both degrading and exciting,
humiliating and exhilarating.  By the time I got to the bar I was flushed
and I could feel the heat in my face.



   "Absolutely stunning," Omar said standing and offering he a stool at the
long mahogany bar.  "What are you drinking?"



   "Red wine," I said This was a beer drinking place.  I looked around. 
Every man there was dressed.  No casual clothing was apparently allowed. 
Some in formalwear and some in expensive looking suits.  The women were
dressed fit to kill.  "Nice place," I said raising my glass to him.  "Come
here often?"



   "Occasionally," Omar said with a grin.  "From time to time.  Not so much
down here but upstairs."



   "What's upstairs?"



   "That is where you are going to be gang-fucked.  It the place when
you'll have more black cocks then you know what to do with.  You'll have
cocks in your mouth, your ass, and your wonderful white cunt.  Bring your
drink and let's mingle a bit."



   I obediently followed him feeling my pussy beginning to tingle and get
very wet.  Omar was a sick pervert and I apparently was even sicker.  Omar
went directly to a table where two men sat watching us, me actually,
approach.



   "Gentlemen," Omar said.  "This is Rita.  Rita the man on your right is
Clive Talbot.  The other gentleman is Ronald Beatty." While making the
introductions Omar hugged me close, his hand falling on my breast, his
fingers finding my obvious nipple.  It was already a little hard but it
stiffened as did the other one.  Both men seemed to be looking at them
instead of my face.  I'm used to it but I don't usually have a large black
hand playing with my nipple in public.



   "Party later?" Ronald Beatty asked still looking at my tits.



   "Oh yeah, you men will get to see a lot more of the lovely Rita."



   "Good," Clive Talbot said managing to glance at my face briefly.  "Can
she handle me?"



   "She can take my cock and beg for more," Omar said tweaking my nipple.
"You'll like her pussy, I'm sure." My God!  They were talking about me as
if I weren't there!  I suddenly felt a hand on my leg inside the slit. 
Beatty was stroking my leg and Omar was grinning at him.  His hand made
it's way to my butt.  It was like I was standing back watching this white
woman, this white slut, being fondled in public by two black men.  "We'll
take her up and fuck her in about an hour," Omar said and we left the two
grinning apes.



   We made several more stops at other tables.  The topic was all the same.
Me.  Me and how good my pussy was.  What a great fuck I was.  I should have
been mortified, but oddly enough I wasn't.  I know I blushed a lot because
I could feel it.  I also could feel the anticipation building in me.  The
anticipation was mixed with excitement and some apprehension.



   When we went by the entrance, Omar whispered to the butler and we
continued on our circuit of the big room.  The best I could gather, not
everyone we spoke to was invited to party with me later.  It was good
because we spoke to at least thirty men.  I lost count but it seemed to me
that Omar invited at least six men.



   "Hey Rita," a familiar voice said.  I turned to see Moses Walker
threading through the crowd.  You could have knocked me over with a
feather. I thought I didn't know a soul there.  "Damn girl you look smokin'
hot tonight.  How they hangin' Omar?"



   "Hanging low, Mose," my escort answered.



   "You know one another?" I asked, astonished.  Mose hadn't mentioned he
knew Omar.



   "Oh sure we do," Omar said.  "Me and ol' Mose go way back.  Coming to
the party, Mose?"



   "Wouldn't miss it for the world," Moses said.  A thought was trying to
form but didn't quiet make it to the surface.  "I saw Tabby was back in
town," Mose said to Omar.  "I guess you invited him, huh?" Omar nodded and
smiled.  "I'll see you all later.  I see a man I need to talk with," Moses
said patting me on my butt and he slid by.  It was a good thing that
everybody's hand were clean.  Otherwise I would have had hand and finger
prints all over my raunchy new dress.



   "Who or what is Tabby?" I asked Omar.



   "He's the doorman," Omar said.  "He's like a cat, coming and going.  He
shows up, works a while here and suddenly he's gone again.  Not much is
known about him."



   "What did Mose mean when he asked you if Tabby was invited?"



   "Tabby is a specialty man," Omar said.  "It's time to go up.  Shall me?"
My heart started racing.  What the hell is a specialty man?  Suddenly I
wasn't at all sure I wanted to do this.  Omar didn't give me any time to
protest.  He hustled me up the long curved stair to a room.  A butler or
valet or something let us into the room with a big grin.  The room was
large and in the center was a large canopy bed.  Around the bed were easy
chairs and sofas.  The room was well lighted, especially the bed.  The bed!
Suddenly my legs felt weak.  Omar took me to a bar at one end of the room
where a bartender waited.  Omar asked me what I wanted to drink.



   "Long Island tea," I said.  I needed something stronger that the wine I
had been sipping.  I drank half the tall glass in two big gulps.  Whatever
is in Long Island tea sure mixed quickly with the three glasses of wine and
the champagne I had already drank.  I had a nice buzz in record time.  I
noticed that the bartender handed Omar something from the refrigerator. 
Omar took my arm and steered me to a corner of the room.



   "Bend over and spread your ass cheeks," Omar told me.  I wondered why he
wanted me to do that, but I did as he asked.  Omar pulled my tiny thong
over to the side and I felt something cold being shoved in my butt.



   "What the hell?" I yelped.



   "It's a suppository that will relax your ass muscles.  You about to get
a lot of ass fucking and it will help." He used a finger and pushed the
cold thing way up my butt.



   "Hey Omar," a man's voice said I turned around to see that four or five
men had entered the room.  It was Clive Talbot talking.  "Who gets her ass
first?"



   "That's a good question Clive," Omar replied.  "May have to auction it
off.  What do you think, Rita?  What do you think would be a fair starting
bid?" Two more men came into the room.



   "Ten thousand dollars," I said.



   "Certainly worth every dime of it," Omar said with a laugh.  "But a bit
steep for this group.  I'm thinking a dollar to start the bidding." A
fucking dollar to fuck my ass?  He had to be kidding me!



   Moses Walker came into the room and closed the doors and locked them. 
Apparently everybody was present.  Then I saw the big doorman.  He was
talking to Ronald Beatty.  Tabby had shed his uniform coat and hat and his
shirt was unbuttoned displaying a massive chest.



   "I bid a buck," Clive said loudly.  Some one asked what he was bidding
on and he told them my ass.  The bidding started with the men yelling
loudly.  The bid was quickly up to forty-five dollars and slowed.  Cheap
bastards.  I bid fifty and they all stared at me as if I had let a loud
fart.  No one said anything until Omar laughed and the others followed
suit.



   Omar took my arm and led me to the center of the room beside the bed. 
The men formed a semi-circle facing us.  There were eight of them including
Omar.  My legs were threatening to give way.  I wanted to run, but I knew
that it was way past running time.



   "Gentlemen I give you the beautiful Rita," Omar said.  He laughed and
said, "And I mean that literally.  I'm sure none of you will do anything
inappropriate such as hurting her or marking her in anyway.  Other than
that she is a white slut to be used and enjoyed." He smiled at me and
unzipped the zipper in back of my dress.  Gently he took the dress off of
my shoulders and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing in a black
bra with my nipples protruding and a black thong.  "Since Rita insisted on
bidding for her own ass, we'll let her be the first one to penetrate that
lovely orifice." From the drawer of the small table beside the bed, Omar
took a slim white dildo out and handed it to me.  "Here you are, Rita. 
Fuck your ass." He carefully pulled the bra down and bent and removed my
thong leaving me wearing only heels.  He stood and ran a finger up through
my labia and lingered at my clitoris a moment.



   "If you would like, you can used your own lubricant to make the job
easier," Omar said pushing me down on the bed.  He was right, of course. 
My pussy was wet.  I knew what was expected of me but for a moment I didn't
move..  I had used artificial penises for Mose and Jason but somehow this
was entirely different.



   Omar could tell I was reluctant and he took the dildo from my trembling
hand and put it to my pussy.  It was a battery powered device and he turned
it on as he eased in into me.  Something clicked in my mind and I took the
thing from him and used it on myself.  When the vibrating dildo touched my
clit I closed my eyes and tuned the watching men out.  I knew they were
looking, but for the moment it was just woman and machine.



   After a few minutes of self pleasure I did what they were waiting to
see. I eased the dildo in my butt.  Just a bare inch at first and then
farther.  I felt the orgasm approaching and just as it hit I pushed the
viberator as far as I could in my ass.



   "Very good, Rita," Omar said, his voice coming from very close to my
ear. I felt the bed move and I knew someone had got on it.  I opened my
eyes and saw that it was Mose.  A quick glance told me that all of the men
were naked.  It looked like a sea of black hard cocks.



   "Are you ready?" Omar asked.  He was kneeling beside the bed, his face
level with mine.  "Are you ready to be fucked?" I was ready.  I wanted a
hard cock in my pussy.  I told Omar so.  Mose got behind me and pulled my
legs up and apart.  Clive Talbot leaped onto the bed and in a flash had his
hard black cock in me.  He fucked me hard and fast for nearly five minutes
and I came hard twice.  Ronald Beatty was next.



   Clive had hardly removed his cock when Ronald rammed his cock in me. 
One after another all them men took a turn with me Even the young bartender
had a turn.  All accept the doorman who hung back with a grin on his face.
They didn't give me time to wonder why.  Of the eight men, Mose was last.
By that time my pussy was a gooey mess from all their semen.  Cum leaked
out of me and onto the bed.  When Mose came in me they started again.  I
lost all track of time and how many times I came.



   "She's ready for Tabby," Omar said.  When I opened my eyes the big
doorman was standing by the side of the bed.  I thought I was seeing things
for a moment.  Tabby looked like he was carrying a black baseball bat.  I
had to blink a couple of times before I realized it was his cock.  It was
unbelievably huge.  No man should have a cock that big and if I had not
been fucked repeatedly by the others and if my pussy had not been filled
with at least a quart of hot sperm, he couldn't have gotten it in me.  Yet
he did.



   Tabby pulled me to the edge of the bed and pushed my legs back until my
knees were resting on my shoulders.  He shoved the monster cock in me.  I
heard myself scream when his big cock touched my cervix.  I had a big
orgasm when it did, but it was only the beginning.  Tabby pulled out and
shoved it back in again.  I felt as if my insides were being rearranged.  I
knew I was loosing consciousness.  A grey haze descended over me.



   When I became aware again, Tabby was still in me.  Still fucking me with
his gigantic cock.  When Tabby saw that my eyes were open he pulled his
cock out of me and rolled me over on my knees and plunged it back in me.  I
heard me moan loudly.  It was like someone had shoved a log in me.



   "Bastard could fuck a cow to death," I heard someone say.  If I could
have spoken I would have agreed.  Tabby came in me in the doggy position.
His sperm gushed out of his cock and flooded me.  He pulled his cock out
and there was a sucking sound and a plop.  I could feel his cum running out
of my pussy, but I couldn't move.



   Mose and Omar lifted me up and carried me to a shower.  The hot water
cleaned me and the cold water revived me to some small semblance of
humanity.  In the mirror I looked down at myself.  My poor battered pussy
was still gaping open from being fucked by the grotesque big black cock.



   "It will return to it's normal size," Mose said watching me exam myself.
"In a few days."



   "Are you sure?" I asked.  He laughed and said that no woman who had
given birth would have a tight pussy if it weren't so.  That made sense so
I relaxed a little.



   "You were in on it weren't you?" I said to Mose.  "Getting me together
with Omar?  This was all some sort of elaborate plan, wasn't it?"



   "No, not really," Mose said he was massaging some sort of lotion on and
in my pussy.  "I mean, I did intend on letting Omar have you sometime, but
your meeting was serendipitous.  Neither I or Darlene knew Omar would be
there in that restaurant.  Omar and the others are sort of a club.  We all
share our women with each other.  Tabby being in town was a surprise to all
of us.  How do you like your first black gang-bang so far?"



   "So far?  You mean it's not over?"



   "No, it's not," Mose said.  "Bend over and let me get another
suppository in you.  Now comes the ass fucking." I groaned.  "But so far
how did you like it?"



   "I'll have to get back to you on that," I said honestly.  "Damned if I
know right this moment.



   For the next hour they took turns in my ass.  It wasn't so bad but I
absolutely refused to let Tabby in my butt.  That monster would tear me and
I wouldn't stand still for that.  He did take my pussy again before we
left. With Omar and Mose's help I walked out of the club to a loud round of
applause.  Everybody in the place knew what I had been doing and what had
been done to me.  Omar told me later that they usually had to carry their
white sluts out.



   "You realize that you belong to us now, don't you?" Omar asked on the
drive home.  "You are our white slut.  Your cunt is ours to fuck when and
where we want to." I nodded.  I was their white slut.  Check the paper and
see if the Dow is up.  I'll bet it is.

   The End.



   (Let me take this opportunity to thank all of you for your kind
comments, your support, and your suggestions.  This story of Rita Dow was
suggested by a lady reader and I finally got around to getting it done.  I
hope you like it Rita.  Also let me caution you by reminding everyone that
this is adult fantasy stuff.  In the real world indiscriminate and
unprotected sex is just stupid and possibly deadly.  You be careful out
there, please.  Live to enjoy life.  Shooter)

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