Having squeezed her large, heavy, pale skinned breasts into the tight black dress she was wearing, Samantha took a moment to check herself in the full-length mirror. Using her fingers, she traced the cups that now strained to hold what little modesty she has within the thin material. Then, following the two thin straps that ran across to the metal ring that rested on her sternum, she made sure that there was no risk of a sudden and unexpected exposure. The mental ring also held a third piece of thin material that connected to the choker that held everything up and allowed her dress to be off the shoulder.
Once she had checked the top half of her dress, her eyes cast down to the lower part. The material was so tight around her sizeable and shapely arse that it was clear to all that she was not wearing knickers. At the front a slit in the material rose from the bottom of the dress which was so long it almost brushed the floor, along the length of her left leg so that her thigh was exposed as she walked. Then, finally the slit came to an end in line with her smooth, waxed pussy. She loved this look as it was both sensual and should lucky man put his hand through the slit, slutty as his fingers would touch her already wet and eager genitals. Opening her legs slightly, Samantha reached through the dress and with her index finger she gently pushed on her clitoris. The red painted lips of her mouth parted on the application of this pressure and she gasped gently.
Turning her wrist over, Samantha checked her watch, it was time to join her friends but before she could do that she took hold of the ring finger on her left hand. Instinctively she turned the wedding band that sat there under the control of the fingers of her right. There was no intention to remove it, Samantha loved that she would get to wear it while having her fun, but she always felt a tinge of guilt that she had hidden this from her husband. Married for seventeen years to her wonderful husband, for most of the time she had been like any typical wife. Then, a couple of years ago things had changed when, on a trip out with her friends, she had pulled a hunky black guy in a local club. It had been unplanned but ever since then and with the full knowledge of her friends, Samantha had been a black cock slut. In the two years since she had discovered her first large, black cock, Samantha had fucked more men and taken more cum than in the previous twenty-five years of her adulthood. Her need for black men had also reached such a point that she had almost completely stopped having sex with her husband. Instead, Samantha went on the prowl for black cock as frequently as possible. Whether she was at home, out with the girls or away on a business trip she liked nothing more than eight plus inches of hard black cock to fill her bareback.
Samantha headed for the door to her room, taking the handle in her hand she slowly turned it before opening the door to reveal her cougar look to the world beyond. Stepping forward she passed from the room and into the corridor beyond before turning right and heading two doors down. A gentle knock was followed by a female voice within, “hold on one minute!”
As she waited for the door to open the lift at the end of the corridor pinged and a tall, thin black man stepped out. There must have been a fifteen or twenty year age gap between them with Samantha being the older of the two but on seeing her he smiled a broad grin. It was clear that he had a thing for a good Milf and the thought of it made Samantha even hornier than she already was. Slowly the man approached along the corridor and Samantha couldn’t help but cast lustful glances in his direction. On reaching her the man stepped in close and smiled again before sliding a hand around her waist, his eyes looking hungrily down into her cleavage. “Will you be going to Club Black and White later?” he asked, his voice deep and husky as he spoke.
“Definitely,” replied Samantha her voice now almost breathless at the closeness of the man, “how could a girl like me resist the urge to go to a place like that?”
The door to the room that Samantha stood outside of started to open so the man leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “I have a couple of friends who are going with me, I hope we get to see you there.”
Then, as the door reached the point of being fully open the man disentangled himself and with a smile to the person on the other side of the threshold he walked away. Glancing a look at her best friend, Tracey, Samantha smiled before crossing into the room beyond. “What was that?” Tracey asked as Samantha walked past her, “seriously Sam, what was that?”
Taking a seat on the bed, Samantha looked first to the other female occupant of the room, a short haired, muscular looking woman called Denise. Their eyes met and Samantha smiled before turning her attention towards Tracey, “are you worried I have already been blacked before we have even gone out? Blacked without you two watching?” Samantha cast her eyes back and fore between Denise and Tracey as she waited for an answer.
“Well did you?” It was Denise who spoke first as she sat in a chair in the corner of the room swigging from a bottle of lager. “The plan tonight was for us two to get to watch whatever stunt you pulled so it is only fair that we know if you have already been fucking.”
Taking a deep breath, Samantha breathed out in a long, slow puff of air. “No, I haven’t but he did tell me that he and some friends were going to Club Black and White tonight, so I reckon things are promising.”
The comment had the impact that Samantha had hoped for and a broad grin spread over Denise’s face. “Do you want a beer before we go?” she offered, “just to get you in the mood for your session later?”
“Seriously?” Samantha rose from the bed and looked Denise in the eyes. “Do you really think I need a warm up after that? Just getting dressed left me horny and after being in in his arms, I’m wet enough to take 10 inches without any preparation.”
As they stared at each other, an evil look flashed across Denise’s eyes, “prove it” she said, picking up an already empty bottle of lager and tossing it gently towards her friend. “Let’s see you take it.”
Catching the bottle in her hand, Samantha wrapped her fingers around it, her painted red nails contrasting with the clear glass of the bottle. Lifting it up she studied it carefully, using her fingers to test the thickness and smoothness of the glass. Placing the bottle down on the desk opposite her, Samantha looked at her two friends, “pity it isn’t black,” she said as her hands roamed down to her bum. Carefully, she pulled on the dress with her fingers, hoisting it up until it exposed her freshly smooth vagina.
As the pussy came into view Tracey watched her best friend and marvelled at the performance she was putting on. Bisexual, she was ten years younger than the other two women and outwardly the most attractive of the three. Married to Denise for two years, she had stopped sleeping with guys in order to stay faithful to her wife. Despite that though, Tracey still needed to occasionally see cock and be close enough that she could smell it and in her actions Samantha provided that opportunity. Denise had been tolerant of this throughout as a happy Tracey was a horny Tracey and Denise would always have great fun behind closed doors with her horny wife. Besides, Denise enjoyed watching sex, even straight sex.
“Help her out,” instructed Denise and Tracey, who had always been submissive to her wife walked across the room. Samantha watched her approach and marvelled at the tight red dress that she wore to just cover her petite yet busty frame.
“I bet you are knickerless as well?” offered Samantha as her friend reached her.
“Of course, before you got here I already had to give up my holes to my wife.”
Smiling at the comment, Samantha cast a glance between the two of them before holding out a hand towards Tracey. The friend realised immediately what was being asked for and picked up the empty lager bottle and licked the outside of it. As Samantha reached out to take it, Tracey lifted her free hand and blocked her move. Then, dropping to her knees, she found herself looking up at the older woman’s pussy.
Slowly, Tracey raised the bottle up until it occupied the space between her and her friend’s holes. Then, she turned the bottle upside down so that the fatter end was pointing upright. Samantha opened her legs, balancing on her heels and taking care not to fall over.
“You want to test my hole properly?”
“Uh huh” grunted Tracey as she moved the bottle underneath. Reaching down, Samantha gently pulled her lips apart as the bottle got ever close.
Then, as the cold of the glass touched against her she flinched for a moment and gave out a gentle moan. Taking a moment to compose herself, Samantha let the glass touch her again, this time rubbing it gently to ensure it warmed up.
Finding the bottle directly beneath her, Samantha squatted gently and as she did, the bottle slowly entered her. Samantha gave a sharp intake of breath as she felt the base enter her hole and stretch her cock starved hole. “This is the first time I have been entered for two weeks,” she gasped as the bottle slowly pushed even deeper into her.
“You dirty fucking slut,” whispered Denise between sharp breaths as she enjoyed the sight in front of her.
Looking at her friend, Samantha gave a sensual smile in recognition of the comment as the bottle plunged ever deeper.
“There you go,” said Tracey causing Samantha to look down just in time to see her lips closing around the narrower neck of the bottle.
“The rest of the bottle is lodged inside me?”
Tracey pulled the bottle back and fore quickly, in a series of short rapid thrusts. “Oh yes, you have proved yet again how desperate and greedy your cunt is.”
Out of the corner of her eye, Samantha saw Denise approaching. The butch woman reached a hand between Samantha’s legs and taking the lead from Tracey she also worked the bottle back and fore. “I dare you to hold it in there until we get to a club where you intend to pull?”
“What?” replied Samantha as her eyes opened wide in shock at the suggestion, “you want me to hold this bottle inside me?”
Denise nodded, “pull your dress down and let’s go get you fucked.”
A moment later and listening to the dare set for her Samantha smoothed her dress back into place, the empty bottle still wedged inside her. Inside the idea that she was going to be penetrated repeatedly in a public place excited her and she became even more desperate to pull for the night.
Thirty minutes later, Samantha and her friends stood in a bar just half a mile from Club Black and White. Tracey in particular was attracting attention from all of the men in the room though as Samantha reviewed them she realised there were so many white, Beta males there as to be worthless. In front of her, a middle-aged bloke with a large beer belly was trying to chat her up but Samantha just wanted to tell him to fuck off so she could have some black guys.
Suddenly, a noise by the entrance attracted her attention and Samantha looked over to see a group of younger men walk into the pub. Most of them were white but there, at the back of them, walking with an air of confidence was a very muscular black guy. On seeing him her eyes felt like they were going to pop out of her head and beneath she needed to grasp at the bottle with her lips to stop it from sliding out.
For a moment she turned her attention back to the older guy and after a gentle smile she quickly made her excuses. In her excitement, Samantha didn’t even hear what the guy said as she made her way across the busy pub. Approaching the new arrival, Samantha gently took his nearest arm by the wrist and guided it around her waist. She was worried that she was being too forward but equally in the moment she was desperate to just feel him close.
“Woah, what’s going on?” the guy said aloud as he turned his attention towards the woman who had suddenly appeared before him. Samantha was noticeably shorter than him and so as he turned to look at her he had no choice but to look down her cleveage. “Woah!” he exclaimed a second time on seeing Samantha’s large breasts.
If he did not approve of the interest he was giving him the guy hid it well as he leaned in to talk into Samantha’s ear. “I take it you are a black cock slut?” he asked as his free hand slowly stroked along the neckline of her dress.
“Yessss,” the reply came out as a purr as Samantha realised that she had not even made it to the club and she might have already pulled.
“And you have experience of big cocks? I mean really big cocks?”
“Yesss,” she purred again as her mind filled with thoughts of just how big this guy’s cock might be.
Pulling Samantha in closer the guy gave her a dirty, even a kinky look and moved her towards the door. “My friends don’t like me playing the Interracial sex card, let’s get to Club Black and White where we will be better placed to have some proper fun.”
As they approached the club, the temptation to taste her man got the better of Samantha and she stopped in the street. Pulling him in close, their lips met while, out of the corner of her eye, Samantha could see Tracey and Denise watching and commenting to each other. The kiss was intense but Samantha also knew that this was just one of a number of options she was likely to be presented with.
Pulling away from the kiss again, their tongues still touching until the very last moment Samantha looked her new guy in the eyes. “There will be lots of options in there? I’m sure there will be plenty of girls who want your attention?”
“And I know there will be lot’s of guys in there with big cocks eager to fuck you.”
The thought excited Samantha even more and she felt her knees go weak for a moment. “So shall we agree, we’ll both play the field in there and if we fuck tonight, so much the better?”
“I am sure that it will be me you will want to take home this evening,” as the guy spoke he grabbed Samantha’s hand and placed it on his groin. “There are few who can compete with that.”
There was an audible gasp from Samantha as she realised just how big her potential lover was even when he was flacid. “Do you prefer condoms?” Samantha asked hoping inside that the answer would be a definitive no.
The question made the guy step back and he laughed heartily at it. “Do you really think I can find one that fits? No no no, this cock only ever goes into a woman bareback. In fact I know of at least two women who tell everyone they got pregnant from IVF when what really happened was I fucked them in front of their husbands.”
“Ohhh, ummm, husband,” Samantha stuttered as she was reminded of him unexpectedly for a moment.
“He doesn’t know?”
“No and I don’t know how to tell him without losing him.”
The guy pulled Samantha back into an embrace and they kissed again, “it is your choice but a guy deserves to know if his woman is desperate to fuck black cock. After all, what you have done? Five or ten guys?”
On hearing the number Samantha’s head dropped and for a moment she felt a bit of shame at the thought that her husband didn’t know. When she lifted it again though she smiled proudly at her answer, “Actually, you would be number twenty six.”
“Wow, you really are a Black Cock Slut, we better get you into the club and get you on the pull.”
Samantha and the guy walked into the club and she immediately started to get attention from the men present. They openly eyed up her heavy breasts and as she walked she could feel the odd grope of her ass as people tested whether she was something they wanted. Between her legs Samantha realised that she was struggling to hold the bottle in place. The muscles of her pussy were getting tired but more importantly as she became more excited the bottle started to become slicker and gravity was pulling on it ever more fiercely.
Turning to the guy who had accompanied her into the club, Samantha gave him a peck on the lips. “I need to go to the toilet and then I will go and test my options, meet back here in two hours if you still want some fun?” The guy smiled and pulled her in tight, placing his hands on her ass and jiggling them before sharing a deep and passionate kiss.
Breaking the embrace Samantha headed to the toilets to find her two friends already waiting for her. “I need to get this bottle out before it slips and smashes,” she said, hitching her dress up in the middle of the toilets.
As she slipped the bottle from inside herself the door to the toilets opened and two women walked in. “Woah!” said the larger built of the two on seeing Samantha slowly removing the bottle, “how long has that been in there?”
“All evening, while she proved how much of a fucking whore she is” replied Denise, “Sam here provides us with plenty of opportunity to see her get blacked and in return we challenge her to prove how cock hungry she is.”
“Can I have a feel?”
“Sure,” replied Denise as she stepped out of the way, not letting Samantha provide an answer.
As the woman stepped in Tracey removed the bottle from Samantha’s grip and the two wives watched as the woman slapped her hand between the their slutty friends legs. Moving her hand around four of her fingers quickly disappeared into Samantha until the knuckles were pushing against the edge of her hole.
“You can fist me if you want,” gasped Samantha and the woman looked into her face.
“Are you sure?”
Samantha nodded and the woman pulled her thumb in before pushing hard upwards and into the pussy that she was playing with. It did not take much effort and the whole hand disappeared into Samantha.
“Woah” called out the woman as Samantha moaned at the attention her vagina was receiving. The woman thrust into Samantha another half dozen times before pulling her hand out. “Have you tried the fucking chair?” she asked with a hint of excitement in her voice.
“Fucking chair?”
“Yeah, it’s in the far corner of the club, you sit there in the darkness, legs open, dress up and if guys are interested they pop in, fuck you, deposit their cum and leave.”
“Oh yes, you have to do that,” said Denise as Samantha pulled her dress back into place, “you really do need to go there now.”
Nodding at the instruction from Denise, Samantha headed in the direction the woman at pointed her. There, as described, in the corner of the club was a chair that at that moment was unoccupied. The seat was designed so that when in it the woman’s legs would be open and her holes easy to access. Looking around, Samantha saw that there were a few men watching her, wondering whether she would get into the seat. She took a step closer and ran a finger over one of the arms of the chair.
“Go on, do it,” said Denise who was standing off to the side. Samantha again cast her eyes around that part of the club, “go on, you know you want to take the seat, do it.” This time Samantha looked directly at Denise and gave a slight nod of her head. Pulling at her dress she hefted it up until her backside was exposed to the room and then turning around she dropped herself into the seat. The room was dark but there was just enough light for everyone within a few metres to be able to see that Samantha was exposed and wet. Gently, she started to play with herself as she wondered as to who would approach first.
An older guy walked over, his grey hair in dreadlocks while his beard was still black with a few grey hairs. Speaking with a thick accent he complemented Samantha on her look and smiled warmly, “do I need to wear a condom?” he asked politely she gave a shake of her head.
“Not if you have a real cock,” she replied and the man slowly undid the button and zip of his trousers. It drooped slightly given his age but the cock that was revealed was very hard and was at least nine inches in length. Samantha smiled at the sight of it, “fuck me… please,” she requested politely and a moment later she gasped as the man entered her. He wasn’t fast or particularly hard but he was attentive in the way he made sure that every inch of his cock slid in and out of her. Eventually though he could hold it no longer and he dumped his load deep into Samantha’s hole. Being an older guy though he clearly had not cum for a while and so it seemed to take forever for him to fully drain his balls. When he had done so he gave Samantha a gentle kiss on the lips and slowly pulled himself out.
“Thank you for making an old man happy,” he grinned at her as he put himself away, “not many of the sluts want a guy like me in them these days.”
“A big black cock is a big black cock, my aim is to please them all.”
The old man glanced over his shoulder, “I don’t think that will be a problem,” he said and as he stepped out of the way Samantha saw a young man with his trousers already open. He was slowly wanking himself hard at the thought of what was about to happen.
“Hi,” Samantha said with a wave, bidding him to step closer. “How old are you?”
“I’m 18, this is my first time here and I’m still a virgin.”
“Samantha pulled him in closer so that they could talk privately. “You’re still a virgin, how come?”
“I’ve just been so nervous, what with this big cock and most girls my age just run away from it.”
“Now there’s a pity, luckily I am sure I can take all 10 inches of you so why don’t you put it in me?”
The boy didn’t need asking twice and Samantha gasped as she felt her second cock of the evening slide into her.
It had been years since she had fucked an 18 year old, in fact the last time had been when she had still been fucking her husband. Samantha had forgotten about how eager they were to fuck and yet how little stamina they had. Pounding into her, Samantha felt the chair rocking beneath her as the young man filled her with all of his length in some seemingly desperate race to spill his seed. She enjoyed it though and made no effort to calm the man down to drag the experience out. Soon it was time though and he bucked and thrust into her until Samantha could feel his balls tighten and his cum release.
They guy pulled out of Samantha with a big smile on his face, “do you think we can go again in five minutes?” His question was earnest and he was clearly eager to take advantage of his new found skill.
As Samantha was about to answer, a shadow appeared alongside the pair of them. “Maybe I should get you back to my place before you are exhausted tonight?” Samantha focussed on the voice and realised that it was the guy who had brought her into the club.
“Ummm, yes,” she replied, “if you really want a slut like me, after all you’ve already slipped to number 28.”
The guy laughed at the comment, “the sluttier the girl, the better the fuck,” he replied. Holding out a hand he helped Samantha out of the seat and she slowly pulled her dress down to return her to some level of modesty.
“Shall I go clean up?” she asked worried that the guy would want to at least be pounding a fresh pussy but he pulled her in and kissed her.
“A nasty, cum filled cunt, is perfect,” he replied as he lead her towards the door to the club.
Outside, the road was now filling up with a queue of men and women all eager to get into the club. As Samantha looked down the queue she saw the guy from her hotel and making an excuse to her new lover she broke away and approached him. He was stood with four other friends, all of whom were black. “Ummm, look I’ve pulled but ummm…”
The bloke cut her off, “if you get back before 3am pop up to room 632, I am sure we can provide you with some party fun. Samantha smiled in reply and headed back to her latest lover.
“Lining one up for later on is it?”
Blushing at the question, Samantha cast a look back down the line, “maybe,” she said, “tonight seems to be turning into the craziest night ever.”
“We’ll need to get a taxi to get to my place,” the guy said and the two of them headed in the direction of the taxi rank while behind Denise and Tracey followed.
The group had only gone a few hundred metres when Samantha became aware that they were being followed by a car. At first she tried to ignore it but suddenly a scream from Tracey grabbed her attention and Samantha stopped and turned to see what was happening. Instantly she realised what the problem was as her eyes fell on the car that was following them. It was blue and the driver was her husband Chris. “Oh fuck!” she said out loud as her eyes fell on the man she had married all those years ago.
Like a zombie she walked slowly towards the driver’s side of the car as the window slid slowly open. She leaned on the door and looked in to see her husband looking back at her, face blank and unreadable. Eyes slowly filling with tears Samantha attempted to speak to her husband, “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I just got myself into a mess that I didn’t know how to get out of.”
“Stop blabbering,” her husband sounded sharp and yet somehow calm as he spoke and Samantha found herself unable to make sense of it.
“How many?”
Samantha, her eyes full of tears was sobbing loudly and so did not fully understand the question. “How many what?”
“How many men have you fucked?”
“twenty seven”
“All black?”
“Yes”
“Have you ever used a condom?”
“No”
“So behind my back you have fucked twenty seven black guys without a condom?” his questioning was still alarmingly calm for the circumstances.
“Yes,” sobbed Samantha
“And you came out tonight with the express intention of getting fucked by black cock?”
“Yes.”
“How many have you fucked tonight?”
“He would have been my third.” Samantha pointed in the direction of the lover she had just left behind.
“What do you mean would have been?”
“Well I’ve been caught cheating, I will need to do a lot to make it up to you from here.”
Chris turned his head to face his wife, taking in how her tears were running down her face, how it had smudged her mascara. “Do you know you have been a far better wife all the time you have been fucking others, you are calm, you are happy and you are satisfied. I could never satisfy you and I have been hoping that you have been fucking around for years. I get a thrill out of it so get your new lover, get him in the car and I will give you a lift to his place but your friends can clear off.”
“What!?”
“You heard me.”
In shock, Samantha turned from the car and walked back to her friends. Explaining the situation she sent them on their way though they protested and worried about her safety with a husband who was reacting in such a way. Then she approached her new lover. “That’s my husband in the car and he is offering us a lift.”
“He wants to give us a lift so that I can fuck you?”
“Yes,” nodded Samantha, taking her lover by the hand and pulling him towards the vehicle.
Climbing into the back seat, Samantha lifted up her dress so that Chris could see in the rear view mirror of the car. Then her lover climbed into the seat beside her, instantly wrapping his arms around Samantha’s body as his one hand shot down to her pussy. A small amount of cum dribbled out as the lover pushed his fingers into her stretched and wet hole. They kissed for a moment before the lover turned his attention towards Chris, “I’m not the first one to have fucked your wife tonight but I am going to be the one who ruins her for you.”
“Why am I not surprised?” asked Chris has he felt his small, white cock slowly growing. “Where shall I take the two of you?”
The lover passed the address for a hotel on the edge of the town and Chris started the car and pulled away form the kerb leaving Samantha’s two friends behind.
Given the time of night it did not take long for Chris to get to the hotel. “Wait here,” instructed Samantha as she got out of the car and Chris could only watch as his wife headed in doors with her new lover.
The lover pushed open the door to his room before guiding Samantha inside. Being close to his muscles had driven Samantha wild and she begged him to just take her. Stepping close, the lover took hold of Samantha’s dress and ripped it from her body, leaving her naked and panting at the passion. “Fuck me,” she begged and her lover did not need to be asked twice as he pushed her onto the bed. Dropping his trousers he revealed his already large, hard cock before climbing onto the bed. Instantly, he was between Samantha’s legs and a moment later he entered her.
Samantha gasped loudly at the sensation as her lover pushed himself deep into her. His cock was so big and hard, it was the best one she had taken all night and if she was honest the best she had taken for a while. Deep inside, Samantha could feel her orgasm already building. She wasn’t sure if that was because of the bottle, or the fact that it was her third cock of the night or even just the fact that he was such a good lover. Whatever it was, Samantha found that in that moment she was in the right spot and gave out a loud, long, orgasm.
Her lover smiled and kissed her gently on the lips as she came down from the high. “Turn over,” he asked as he pulled out of her and helped roll Samantha onto all fours. Her pussy still throbbed with the after effects of the orgasm as he slid into her again.
“Urgghh!” she moaned as he went deeper than he had already been. Then gripping Samantha by the hips, her lover drove home hard and repeatedly. This time Samantha knew that it was all her lover who was responsible for her orgasm as again he pumped into her until she screamed. This time it was too much for her lover and for the third time that night Samantha received a stream of hot, creamy cum from a black cock.
The two of them collapsed on the bed, panting for a moment before looking at each other and laughing. “I’d love to meet again,” Samantha offered and her lover smiled.
“Maybe,” he replied, before climbing off the bed. Picking up a note pad and a felt tip pen that sat on a small bedside table, the lover handed them to Samantha. “Write your number down and I might give you a call.” Samantha wrote down her number and handed the pen and pad back to her new lover. For a moment, he rolled the pen between finger and thumb and stared and it. “You need to go back to your husband but I bet you haven’t finished yet have you.”
Blushing red for a moment, Samantha bowed, her head. “No, there is a party at the hotel for some black cock and I have been invited.”
“Lie back and open your legs for a moment then,” suggested the lover and Samantha obeyed. A moment later she could feel the felt tip pen against the skin just above her clitoris. A couple of minutes passed before the lover stepped away, “stand up and look in the mirror.” On doing so Samantha stared in shock at her cum leaking pussy. There, looking back at her was a hand drawn Queen of Spades symbol.
“What?” Samantha asked in shock and her lover smiled in the reflection of the mirror.
“I’m the third or fourth black cock to cum into you this evening?” the lover suggested and Samantha nodded. “And you are planning to take even more?” Again Samantha nodded. “Well in that case I think you have earned the title and I think you should get your husband to let you have the full tattoo.
“I’ll have it for next time you fuck me,” offered Samantha before giving her lover a good night kiss. Picking up her dress, she realised how it had been ripped open and pulling it over her shoulders grabbed the material to hold it together in front of her. “Bye,” she mouthed through her red painted lips and headed for the door.
By the time she had got outside to the car park, Samantha was certain that only the bar man had seen more than he should have and he had blown her a kiss. As she walked towards Chris who was still sat in the driver’s seat of their car she let the dress fall open to reveal her naked body. “What’s that?” Chris asked, pointing towards the Queen of Spades.
“He said I should have one given the amount of black cock I have already taken and still plan on taking tonight.”
“Well you better get in the car and let’s get you to your next date then.”
As Samantha sat into the passenger seat she let her legs fall open so that Chris could see the cum leaking out. “How long have you known?” she asked, “you must have known to have been so chilled about it all?”
“Almost from the start,” explained Chris, “once you started waxing and the like and besides, Tracey felt guilty for me and would pass me the basics.”
“Oh,” replied Samantha with a hint of shock.
“Don’t worry, Tracey knew that I was cool about it especially when she explained that it was an interracial thing.”
“You like the whole interracial thing?”
“Interracial and cuckold, I was thinking of you fucking around a long time before you actually did and in all my fantasies you were fucking black guys.”
“Oh,” replied Samantha again and for a moment she fell into silence.
As the car pulled up outside the hotel Samantha turned to her husband. “It’s only half past midnight and I have an invite to room 632.”
“Can I come with you?” Chris asked more in hope than expectation.
“Yes,” Samantha said gently, “but you are to watch, nothing else.” Chris nodded eagerly at the thought and leapt from the car to open the door for his wife.
Holding the dress together Samantha made it through the lobby and into the lift where she pressed the button for the 6th floor. As the lift ascended Samantha stripped the dress from her body so that she was naked again. “There’s not point using this crap to cover me up.” Chris smiled as he took the remains of the dress from his wife and realised that it meant she was going to walk naked around the hotel.
As the lift pinged for the 6th floor Samantha stepped proudly out onto the floor. Stood in front of her were a young couple who, caught off guard by the appearance of a naked older woman could only watch as she walked down the corridor. “What’s that symbol on her body?” Samantha could hear the girl ask her boyfriend.
“I don’t know.”
“It means that my wife loves fucking black men!” The sound of Chris explaining what it meant and the audible gasps from the couple made Samantha smile.
Eventually she reached room 632 and looking down she checked that she was ready though being naked and in heels it did not really require much assessment. Nearby, Chris stood and waited as Samantha cleared her throat and lifted a hand towards the door. She rapped her knuckles against the wood and waited for the door to open.
A moment passed and Samantha started to wonder that she had got the wrong room number when the door suddenly swung open. It was the guy who she had met in the corridor earlier, “well hello there,” he said as his face twisted into a wide grin as his eyes twinkled with thoughts of the naughty events to come. “I see you have been marked, is that fresh?”
Samantha nodded as she waited to be invited inside. “How many black men have you had to fuck for somebody to give you that little badge?”
“Three, all bareback, plus whatever you guys have to offer.”
“Well you better come inside and find out,” offered the man as he stepped out of the way for Samantha to enter as Chris hurriedly followed behind. “I take it you are the beta husband?” offered the man as he stopped Chris with a raised palm and Chris nodded eagerly. “Well then, find a corner, sit in it and shut up.”
Inside Samantha found that she was not the only BBC slut that had been rounded up that night. In the middle of the room two younger girls were already being used by a small group of the eight black guys who were present. As she studied the room further, she saw Chris take a seat next to a young, white lad who was huddled in the corner. The two cuckolds shared a knowing and happy look and Samantha saw the young lad point towards the skinnier of the two girls.
“Everyone look this way!” commanded the man who had let Samantha into the room, “I’ve found us an experienced black cock whore tonight, and she is already brimming with the cum of three superior black males.” A cheer went up in the room as a short yet hung black guy who had been leaning against a wall headed over to her.
“Why don’t you get on your knees,” he said with a grin as he put a hand on Samantha’s shoulders. It did not need much encouragement for her to drop and a moment later she sucked his length greedily into her mouth. “Ooh, yeah, that’s right,” he moaned as she took him to the back of her throat, “if it tastes of a woman it’s because I was just taking a rest from that skinny one.”
The thought that he had just fucked another woman made Samantha suck him even further back and soon the short guys balls were bouncing off her chin. In that moment, Samantha made a decision to not talk for the rest of the evening and to just take whatever was on offer.
As she sucked the cock, a pair of hands grabbed her by the hips and pulled her up onto her feet. Then, guiding her across the room she was encouraged to lie down on the bed on her back, her head hanging over the edge. The cock she had been sucking then reappeared and pushed itself deep down her throat as she felt her legs being opened. “A Queen of Spades, a Queen of Fucking Spades, girls like you are so rare,” said the guy who had let her into the room as she felt his cock enter her.
At the same time something warm splashed repeatedly onto her tits. “Ooops,” said a voice off to her left, “I guess you better go lick it up from her tits bitch.” Then the sensation of a soft, warm tongue and mouth brushed over her skin, exactly where what Samantha had correctly assumed was cum had landed before then concentrating on her rapidly hardening nipples. It was an incredible feeling and Samantha’s quickly built towards an orgasm as the man in her mouth finally released and poured his warm cum down her throat. By the time she had swallowed it another cock was ready to push its way in.
“Heaven,” Samantha thought to herself, “with all this cock maybe tonight will never end and I can do all of this with the love and approval of my husband,” and then the next orgasm wracked her body as she screamed in ecstasy.
The Sins of August 