The following morning Simone sat naked in the chair as her husband Mike still slept in the bed. Outside the bright sunlight streamed into the room through the partially opened curtains while the cool air of the early morning past through the open window to make Simone’s nipples stand on end. It was clear that her life was never going to be the same again but how her marriage would play out was a question that had yet to be answered. Despite the hard fucking of the day before, Simone found herself already feeling horny and she wondered if it was too early to go on the prowl for a new lover.
Mike rolled over in the bed and briefly opened his eyes and glanced at his wife. Seeing open legs open as a finger gently played with her clitoris, Mike smiled at the sight as he pulled the sheet up around his chin. “My wife is already horny again?” his question was playful in tone and Simone grew excited at the thought of being allowed to fuck even more black cock.
“How could I not be? You have introduced me to a world I never knew existed and yet I need to experience it again and again.”
Realising that he was more awake than he had at first thought, Mike lifted himself up until he sat in the bed. “Why don’t we both get showered and go see if we can find some more fun?” Simone didn’t need to hear the suggestion again and before Mike could even comprehend what was happening the sound of the shower was reaching his ears.
Half an hour later, Simone entered the foyer of the hotel to find Mike already stood there in his knee length beige shorts and a grey t-shirt. Meanwhile, eager to experience more cock, Simone had picked a small white dress and nothing else. Low cut, the thin straps struggled to support her bare breasts beneath and her nipples, hardened by the soft material, could just be made out through the thin cotton. As Simone approached her husband, he smiled as he lifted up a set of car keys, “I’ve managed to hire a jeep for us today, I hear there are some interesting places on the north side of the island.”
As he spoke, she caught the look on the face of the young, female, receptionist who was stood at the desk behind him. The girl, who clearly was not as innocent as her face suggested, smirked at the mention of the north side of the island and the idea that Simone would find it interesting. Discretely, Simone stepped up to the receptionist and leaned in close, her tits almost bursting out across the desk. “What’s so special about the north side of the island?” she asked quietly as from her position she noticed that the girl had perky, bra less breasts beneath a white shirt. The dark aureola of the nipples showed through the whiteness of the blouse and Simone wondered what it would be like to suck on them.
“There’s some rather secretive places and things to do up there,” the girl whispered her reply, licking her lips in the process. “Let’s just say, a pale girl like you will find it particularly enjoyable.”
“Would you like to suckle my boobs?” Simone giggled gently as she put the question to the receptionist who clearly could not take her eyes off the white globes that were in front of her. Nodding her head, the receptionist made her desire for Simone clear with just the use of her eyes which seemed to widen further as the white girl leaned in even closer. Glancing around to make sure there was only the three of them present, Simone bit her bottom lip as she thought about how to frame her question, “do you have a liking for white girls who love black cock then? Is that even a thing?”
The girl smiled at the question as Mike pushed himself between the two of them. “I’m sure you two will have a great time before this holiday is out but I’d just like to point out that my wife here will be even more interesting after she has experienced the north side of the island.”
“When I return, if my body hasn’t been completely destroyed by the experience.” Then, blowing a kiss with her lips and giving a wink of the eye, Simone turned her attention back to her husband. Taking hold of him by the hand she placed a gentle kiss on his lips, “show me to my destiny.”
Guiding his wife by the arm, Mike led her outside and into the car park where they found the open top and doorless jeep that he had hired. Daintily, Simone climbed into the passenger seat, letting her legs part so that she flashed herself at the two staff who were busy cleaning the next car over. They looked at Simone as lust filled their eyes and then glanced over at Mike who nodded in acknowledgement. “We’re off to the north side of the island today,” he said as a grin crept across his face. The two men who had now stopped their work to look at the honeymooning couple elbowed each other as knowing looks filled their faces.
“Would you recommend anything?” Simone asked with a playful and innocent air and the two men smirked at the question. The slightly thinner of the two then looked at his colleague and nodded before turning back to Simone, “try the Big Pole Challenge over at Secret Cove.”
“Big Pole Challenge,” repeated Simone as if she had just been told of a nice restaurant for lunch, “I take it that it is… Big?”
The two men burst out laughing at the question before the thinner of the two spoke again, “maybe don’t go there if you are not really set into the lifestyle.”
Turning to face her husband she saw in his face a happy acceptance of the situation and the idea of a challenge was something that she could never turn down. As Simone returned her attention to the two men she made the decision to openly discuss the situation. “If by lifestyle you mean, me being a black cock slut wife, well I guess you could say I am really into it so I hope this challenge is worth it.”
As she finished talking the engine sprung into life as Mike sat in the driver’s seat and turned it over. Meanwhile, grabbing her dress, Simone pulled it down to expose her breasts to the two staff, “I hope you can keep something for my return,” she laughed as the jeep lurched forward and out of the car park.
Out on the open road, Simone pulled herself back into order before anybody saw her state of undress. The wind ruffled her hair as they sped along the smooth tarmac road outside the hotel. Turning in her seat, Simone presented her cleavage to her husband she looked lovingly at him. “What do you have planned for today?”
“I think we are going to find out if this is something that dominates our marriage or whether it is just a bit of occasional fun?”
Simone realised that the question was rhetorical but felt that an answer was needed either way, “let’s just take it day by day, experience by experience and hopefully I will get to fuck a load of black cock…” She hesitated, licking her lips and unsure whether she wanted to say the next bit.
“And?” offered Mike, realising that Simone wanted to say something further.
The point that she wanted to make started to burn inside but there was a big question of whether it was way too early to put forward such a point. Inside Simon castigated herself for even thinking of the idea just a handful of days into their marriage and this new life that had suddenly appeared.
“And?!” Mike offered again, a hint of urgency entering his voice, “if you need to say it, get it out there, this relationship is going to require a deep level of honesty and understanding if we do keep going this way.”
The silence stretched out before them, like the road beneath their wheels as the wind rushed through their hair. Eventually, fed up with waiting for Simone to make her point Mike pulled over onto a bumpy patch of dirt at the road side. Now the only noise was the hum of the engine as he turned towards his wife and took her hands in his. “We love each other deeply and yes we have a different relationship, but we can only make it work if you talk to me.”
Mike looked into Simone’s eyes, his natural warmth straining to reassure his wife that he would accept whatever she said. Feeling guilty at such thoughts, she cast her eyes down into the footwell of the Jeep. “Come on,” his voice was teasing and yet felt like it was chiding her at the same time, “if you want to stick with my small white cock and miss out on the Big Pole Challenge?”
His comment stung Simone and she raised her head with a look of defiance on her face. “We were happy, in love and there was nothing wrong with our sex life! If you had just forgiven me for being drunk and stupid rather than encouraging me, we would have carried on as before.” There was an edge of anger in Simone’s voice brought on by the fact that she felt a mixture of embarrassment at what had happened mixed with guilt about the thought that had crossed her mind.
Her husband laughed at the comment and this made Simone even more angry and she moved to pull away from him and get out of the Jeep, but Mike held her hands tight. When he spoke though his voice was soothing and reassuring, “we had a normal sex life before we got married but let’s face it, you often asked me about Tim.” The mention of Mike’s best friend made Simone screw up her face in confusion at what her husband’s point was. “You remember Tim, tall, black, incredibly well hung, as you had me tell you over and over after I had been to the gym with him or swimming with him. The guy you used to get me to describe while we fucked in our bed, the thought of whom clearly got you off.” The recall of those moments where Simone had fantasised about Tim made her blush and her face and chest swelled red. “Yeah, you remember him,” grinned Mike, “and I know you love me but I also know you would rather be in bed with him so let’s pretend that is not part of what is going on here? Tell me what you were thinking of.”
Unable to help herself, Simone moved forward and kissed her husband deeply on the lips before pulling back enough that she struggled to focus to see his face. “I was thinking of getting to fuck a load of black cocks… before we work out what we are going to do about starting a family.”
Taking his time, Mike processed the words of his wife, feeling both sadness and excitement at what she was saying, “you want black babies?” he asked. Simone blushed for a second time and her eyes looked down towards her cleavage. “You want black babies?”
“Maybe.” Simone’s answer was nervous and worried as she spoke as she raised her head back up to look at her husband.
Leaning forward Mike returned his wife’s earlier kiss as he slid a hand between her legs. They parted so that is thumb and forefinger could reach all the way to the lips of her pussy. “You’re wet you little slut,” he said, “let’s get you to the Big Pole Challenge before you explode.”
For Mike and Simone, they both realised that the matter had been voiced and things hadn’t broken so it allowed them to move forward. It was a long time until they planned on having a family anyway and so for now the matter could simmer in the background. The Jeep pulled back onto the road and just a hundred metres later took a right turn towards the north of the island, following a sign for the Northern Coast. As they entered this new road the new tarmac faded to be replaced by a poorly maintained and bumpy, narrow lane which at times more resembled a dirt track than the main route to the north.
Forty-five minutes later, Mike brought their vehicle to a stop in a small car park that overlooked a long beach sat between two headlands. Beyond that a crystal-clear sea deposited a series of small, gentle and inviting waves onto the beach. They both looked down on the scene before smiling at each other as Mike climbed out of the Jeep and walked round to the side his wife was sitting on. Holding out a hand for her to take in hers, Mike helped Simone to get out of the vehicle before leading her towards a set of steps cut into the cliff face.
As they descended towards the beach it soon became apparent that most of the people there were white tourists, who from the accents drifting up from the beach came from all over the world. Intermingled with the tourists was a small number of incredibly good looking black men and an even smaller number of women. On reaching the beach the newlyweds started to move around and admire the sights before them.
Nudging his wife, Mike pointed towards a couple sitting on two towels near the centre. There, a white woman with long blonde hair of about fifty sat on a towel in a tiny black bikini. Next to her lay a hunky black guy in his mid-twenties who the woman seemed to be almost wrapped around. The two of them kissing gently, while on the next towel a fat, rotund, white guy who was clearly the woman’s husband watched and drooled, his tiny cock doing its best to make a tent in his shorts.
Seeing them watching the fat man beckoned to them, speaking with a heavy German accent, “please, please, come watch.” Unable to resist Mike steered Simone towards the three of them and as they approached the man spoke again. “This is my wife, married thirty years and this is her boyfriend who is younger than our youngest child, just twenty-two he is. They have been dating for three months, I brought them here for a holiday.”
“Wow, there is hope for me yet then, if going black means, I can still get my pussy filled by young cock when I get older.” Simone giggled at the thought and felt her husband holding her tight as she spoke.
Not fully grasping what Simone was saying the fat man spoke again, “yes, yes, my wife has had many many black lovers over the years, it keeps her looking young and beautiful.”
A grimace filled Simone’s face at the comment, and she nodded to the fat man, “well thank you and enjoy,” she said before pushing at Mike to steer them away.
“What’s the matter,” he whispered to her as they moved out of earshot.
“He called his wife beautiful, I just couldn’t take the idea that she was beautiful.” As Simone spoke Mike looked over his shoulder to take in the view of the trio again.
“OK, she is no model, but she is looking good for a woman in her 50’s I would say and besides he is not exactly a picture of health whereas you have me.” The two of them laughed together and Mike pulled her close for a moment of affection. “I think we need to find this Big Pole Challenge?” Mike suggested with a wink.
“Please,” pleaded Simone, “I am so horny, and I have yet to have sex today.”
Taking a moment to look around the area Mike noticed that there was a constant movement from the beach towards the far cliff where people seemed to disappear by magic into the rock. Guiding his wife saw that she faced in the right direction, he lifted a finger and pointed towards it, “I think we need to be over there.”
The sand proved to be heavy going as they walked towards the cliff face but as they got closer it became clear that there was a hidden entrance in the rock wall. As they took each step there also appeared to be a growth in the number of people who were heading to and from their destination. Inside, Simone could feel a build-up of both fear and excitement at the thought of what she was about to discover. Then, as they reached a small flight of steps that led up to the opening, her legs went weak and pulling her husband to a stop for a moment she leant against him.
Husband and wife, they embraced, Simone hanging on Mike’s arm, her forehead turned to his shoulder and resting skin against skin. “I’m scared,” she whispered so that only her husband could hear her.
“Shhh, shhhh,” he said as he placed his free hand on his wife’s head and stroked her hair. “I’m nervous as well but look at the people here, they are happy, excited and when they return satisfied.”
“Hi, is this your first time?” The voice distracted from the couple from their moment of self-reflection and both turned to find a woman coming down the steps towards them. Tall, in fact Mike reflected, incredibly tall. The woman had ebony smooth, black skin and was wearing a tiny white, micro bikini that only just covered her clitoris and nipples. “I don’t recognise either of you so I am sure it is your first time,” said the woman as she smiled revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. Nodding slowly, Mike tried desperately to look into the woman’s face so that they could converse. In reality though her breasts were so large, her nipples hard enough to push through the material and what he could see of her vagina so smooth that all he could do was stare.
“I create this response in many cuckold males,” the woman said, aiming her comment towards Simone, “welcome to the Secret Cove where all your dreams can come true.”
“We’ve only heard of it today, though my husband knew the north of the island was the place to be.”
The woman smiled at the admission, “many know little of this place until they get here. Pass through this tunnel into the secret cove and you will find that there, the rules do not apply like they do on the rest of the island. There are many exciting opportunities, especially for a white woman who wishes to be fucked by big black cock. Now is a good time to enter as well as the Big Pole Challenge will start soon.”
Eager at the thoughts of what she might discover, Simone grabbed the hand of her husband, “come on, let’s go find out if I can get fucked.”
The tunnel was dark and cold, the only light being provided by that opening at either end which showed that outside it was still bright, sunny and warm. Sounds echoed from the sides of the tunnels, the tread of feet on the rock and sand that covered the floor, the giggles and chatter of the people passing in both directions.
Trying to make sense of the other people, Simone noticed two women walking in the other direction. From the dim light she could make out a skinny blonde in a bikini and a large lady with brown hair who was wearing a one-piece swim suit and a thin skirt to hide her chubby legs. Concentrating on their faces as they passed, it was clear that they were talking over each other, not really listening to what the other said. “… I took three loads of cum…” exclaimed the skinny blonde.
“I managed to find a chubby lover with a 9 inch cock… my first black cock” said the larger of the two women.
A few more steps though and their conversation was absorbed into the general sound of chatter within the tunnel. Then the air started to warm as Simone and Mike made it to the end of the tunnel and started to pass from the cold and darkness into warm sunshine. Stopping for a moment to allow their eyes to adjust, the couple looked out onto a small, enclosed bay with no other access route than the tunnel.
On one side of the bay, nearest the tunnel entrance was a shaded area underneath which was a bar where a number of people had gathered for refreshments and a break from the action. In the middle of the beach the majority were gathered, in varying levels of undress, some of whom were actively engaged in a range of sex acts. Looking across to the far side of the bay there was a wooden shack with Big Pole Challenge written on a sign just above a small wooden veranda. The sign indicated that the event was due to take place in five minutes.
“Come on,” said Simone with a hint of excitement in her voice, “I think I am going to get fucked hard this afternoon.”
Without waiting for her husband, Simone bounded down the steps and onto the beach. Moving as quick as the deep sand would allow, she made her way over to the shack where a small number of other women were beginning to gather. As she arrived, the front door opened and a small, black man dressed as a Ring Master appeared. He paraded back and fore along the veranda, his red coat flowing behind him as the black top hat that he wore bounced with every step. “Roll up, roll up!” he shouted so that everyone on the beach could hear clearly what was going on. “Roll up, roll up, for the Big Pole Challenge!”
Checking behind her, Simone could see that Mike was trying to push himself through the crowd that was growing. She gave him a smile as she turned her attention back towards the Ring Master who was now waving his arms and calling everyone forward, organising them into a semi-circle as he went. “Roll up, roll up, now is the time for the Big Pole Challenge, adventurous white girls only!” Swinging a whip, the Ring Master called to the women in the audience who fitted his description. Most of them giggled but refused to step forward but as he moved his attention round the crowd a small number did follow his request. Soon there was a gathering of three women, a short and curvy woman with large, heavy looking breasts who was wearing nothing but a tight bikini bottom, her breasts completely uncovered. Alongside her stood a tall and thin woman of about 60, heavily tattooed, they partially hid the fact that she had not aged well. Everything dropped despite the bikini that was supposed to be holding everything in. The third woman was young and innocent looking girl who just looked to innocent to be there. Wearing a long dress, behind her a group of similarly aged men and women called to her and shouted that she would be fine.
Having seen the women who had chosen to take part, Simone couldn’t resist the thought of joining in, confident that she stood a chance. Throwing her shoulders back so that she walked with an air of confidence, even if it was to some extent faked, Simone strode forward from the throng of people to stand in front of the shack. On seeing her the Ring Master grinned before casting his eyes over all four one more time. Then raising his attention to the crowd the Ring Master called out, “ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Big… Pole… Challenge!” As he finished, the Ring Master removed his hat in a wide sweep of his arm and bending over retreated from the door to the shack.
The crowd watched transfixed as the door opened to reveal that inside it was too dark for anybody to see the interior. Then, out of the interior a naked, black skinned foot, slowly appeared; followed by a leg and then the rest of a tall and powerfully built, bald, black man. Simone was amazed at the sight that presented itself to her and she planted her feet, legs slightly apart as she swayed on her hips. The man who had appeared from within the shack wore a long cloak that he held in front of him to hide his body.
The Ring Master who, was now hidden at the far end of the veranda, almost as if he was terrified of being in the presence of the larger man spoke. “Contestants, remove your clothes!”
Looking along the line Simone noticed that the curvy girl had her bikini bottoms already half way down her legs while the older woman rapidly stripped naked as well. The innocent looking girl had put her hand to the top of her dress but was clearly not sure about how to react to the situation. “Strip, strip, strip!” called her friends and Simone noticed tears almost well in the girl’s eyes at the fear of being exposed.
Checking where Mike was in the crowd and seeing that he had managed to get a front row position only a few feet from where she was stood. Simone hefted her dress by the hem, up above her head before scrunching it up and throwing it at her husband. “I bet she bounces well on a black cock,” someone called from nearby.
Bullied by her friends, Simone noticed that the innocent girl was now finally stripping naked having seen that everyone else was. She removed her dress, then her bra and finally her knickers to reveal a small pair of breasts and the biggest bush Simone had seen for a while. Smiling at the girl, Simone gave her a wink and tried to reassure her that everything would be fine.
“Behold, the Big Pole!” The call from the Ring Master brought Simone’s attention back to the veranda. As Simone watched the man in the cloak raised himself up and then in a sweep of his arms threw it open, leaving it to fall backwards and on to the floor behind him. There was an audible gasp from the crowd as they took in the sight that was presented to them. Tall, powerfully built and black his body might be but that was nothing to the size of his cock. It hung forward and down from his body and seemed to stretch almost to the knee. Already it seemed to be as thick as Simone’s forearm and that was without any of the erection that would be needed for it to enter a woman. Reaching down with a hand, the man lifted it up by the base to emphasise how big it was.
“The Pole will now inspect the offerings!” called out the Ring Master and at that the man who Simone realised she was now desperately craving climbed down from the veranda. He walked along the line of four women, starting with the short, curvy woman and working his way towards Simone. At each woman he stopped, looked her up and down and then using his hand hefted up his tool in front of her. The short woman and the old woman both licked their lips and stared at the enormous cock before them but when the man got to the young girl she started to whimper.
Noticing this, Simone walked over towards her and put an arm round her shoulder. The girl leaned into her and whispered, “I’m a virgin, I can’t go through with this.”
Simone kissed her gently on the top of the head and then guiding her, got the girl to gather together her clothes. She pointed towards Mike, “that’s my husband, he’ll look after you.” The girl didn’t need a second invite and she rushed across the sand towards the first hint of safety she had seen since being made to enter. Turning towards the now baying group of so called friends Simone growled at them, “you cannot force someone into a game like this.” Then she turned to the man who was staring at her, unspoken, his dark eyes absorbing the body that was presented to him. “Whereas I am more than ready to ride your pole.”
The man smiled at the proposition that Simone made to him but instead of grabbing her he turned and walked away back towards the short and curvy woman. When he got to her, the man stepped in closer until his cock almost rubbed against her belly. Being so close, the woman reached up with a hand and started to stroke the taut muscles of his chest. Then, leaning forward she kissed the skin where she had just touched him, poking out her tongue and licking the smooth skin before kissing it a second time. His cock twitched slightly and seemed to grow inches just from her caresses. Before the woman could go any further though, the man pulled away and walked back down the line to Simone.
As he approached, Simone could see that his eyes were filled with lust and that his cock was still slowly growing to its full size. Realising that this was her chance, that she had moments to make him want to fuck her, Simone gave it everything. Stepping towards him, Simone took his cock in her one hand while she let the other slide behind his back to hold him tight. Then, identifying where the other woman had already kissed him, she bent her head to do the exact same. She kissed and licked his chest tasting not just his sweet skin but also the saliva of the short, curvy woman.
“You don’t mind that you just saw someone else kiss me right there?” the man whispered as he gasped with the gentle stroking of his cock.
“I’m sure a man like you has fucked many sluts like me, I’m not staking ownership, I just want to be the next woman you use for your pleasure.”
Giving out a loud groan at her comment, the man pulled Simone in tight engulfing her in his large and muscular arms. Then, reaching down with his hand, he pulled her face up to meet his and the two kissed. His tongue entering Simone’s mouth and gently probing it with a series of quick movements. Her exposed nipples hardened with the excitement of the moment as with the hand that still held is length, Simone stoked back and fore gently as the huge cock continued to grow.
Pulling back from the kiss, The Pole smiled at Simone as his eyes absorbed the sight of her curvaceous body, filling with lust in the process. “Will you give yourself to me, here on this veranda, right now?” he asked and for a moment Simone found herself lost in thought, “you will need to announce to the crowd that you are eager for me to breed you.”
Giving a gentle, almost imperceptible nod of her head, Simone gave her consent to the exposure that she was about to go through. The Pole smiled at the submission to his body and turning his head towards the Ring Master he signalled with a smile that he had selected his whore for the latest challenge.
“Ladies and Gentlemen,” the Ring Master called to the crowd in response to the signal from the The Pole. “The Pole has found his challenger for today, please take your seats as we prepare for the next part of the entertainment.”
A look of devastation crossed the face of the older woman while the short, curvy woman shouted at Simone, “you fucking bitch!” Simone ignored the comment as she watched the Ring Master forcing the two of them to return to the crowd.
The veranda cleared except for Simone, The Pole and the Ring Master she was instructed to turn to face the audience her naked body exposed to all present. A series of comments from people watching made it clear that some of the men were excited by the thought of getting to take Simone for themselves. Such comments thrilled Simone but she was also aware that she had committed to being taken by The Pole and inside she felt a growing thrill at the thought of it happening.
Out of the corner of her eye, Simone realised that the Ring Master was approaching her with a grin on his face. “You are a particularly fine sacrifice,” he said, “can I ask what your name is?”
“Simone,” she replied, realising that part of the entertainment was that she would be interrogated by the Ring Master.
“And who are you here with today?”
Glancing into the crowd, Simone looked for her husband and when she found him their eyes met and she blew him a kiss before replying, “it’s my honeymoon and I am here with my husband Mike.”
“Wow!” exclaimed the Ring Master and he looked towards the crowd, “Simone is here, on her honeymoon Ladies and Gentlemen, I do approve of that but…” The crowd were responding with a growing desperation to see Simone being fucked by The Pole. “But,” the Ring Master called a second time to calm them back down, “does Mike really want his wife to never feel him inside her again?”
The Ring Master looked towards Simone, his tongue caught between his teeth as he emitted a throaty laugh.
“We do not fuck anyway, he is a small cocked cuck and he has given me to all black cock for their pleasure.”
“Very good, very good,” called the Ring Master and he cast a look over the heads of all who were watching before swinging an arm towards The Pole. As he did so, he posed the question that Simone had been expecting, “and how do you feel about the fact that The Pole never wears condoms?”
“I would never expect such an alpha, black man to use condoms, I am fully available for his breeding.”
A gasp passed through the crowd as the build up started to get to them and sensing it the Ring Master gave a nod and withdrew back out of the way of Simone and The Pole. “Let’s enjoy your efforts to accommodate The Pole then.”
Now that the Ring Master was out of the way, The Pole strode across the veranda and took hold of Simone by the shoulders. Giving a push, she found herself dropping to her knees until she was face to cock with The Pole. Pushing out her tongue, she tasted the end of it and the huge black snake twitched at the contact. Using her mouth, Simone pleasured The Pole’s tool until it stood fully erect in front of her. The size was something else and a little shiver passed through her body as she considered the fact that in the near future it would be entering her.
The Pole guided Simone back to her feet and then directed her over to a table that the Ring Master had just moved into place. Lying down on the tabletop, Simone realised that her legs and head dangled over the two ends. A moment later, The Pole placed himself in front of her mouth and Simone had to take the head between her lips as the length was gently pushed further in until it filled her throat.
Leaning over, The Pole guided a hand down Simone’s body, passing the palm between the natural valley created by his lover lying on her back until his fingers reached the clitoris. Gently, the digits rubbed back and fore on the swollen core of Simone’s pleasure making her gasp slightly and open her legs wider. Reaching further, the fingers found the hole that soon would have to be stretched to the limit to accommodate the massive cock that was currently being pleasured orally.
Finding the cunt to be wet, The Pole, easily pushed three of his thick, long fingers inside Simone who gave a guttural groan in response. He withdrew the fingers and reached out with both hands instead, taking hold of Simone by the waist. Fixing his legs, The Pole lifted with his hands and for a moment Simone was confused as to what was happening as she felt herself being turned upside down.
The cock remained in her mouth though and she quickly realised what was happening, parting her legs to each side so that. As The Pole turned to face the crowd, it was possible for them to see that he was pushing his tongue into Simone’s eager pussy. His rough tongue flicked at speed over her clit before pushing down into the eager and ready hole.
By now the onlookers had reached the end of their tether and a chant started to grow amongst them, “fuck her hard, fuck her hard!” they called again and again. It was enough for The Pole and he guided Simone back onto the table from where she was able to climb back down. Her chest was already flushed, and the sweat was starting to build on her back while amongst the crowd she could see that Mike was already lost in a world of fantasy.
Sitting onto the table, Simone dragged herself to the edge so that she was balanced using the muscles of her ass while her legs dangled over the side, wide open and exposing herself. The Pole stepped into void between the thighs and using a hand guided his cock inwards until its tip started to push between Simone’s lips. Just that initial entry caused the soon to be penetrated Simone to gasp loudly before wrapping her legs around The Pole’s back and gently pulling him closer.
Looking down, Simone watched as she eased The Pole into her, inch by inch until their bodies obscured her view. Only then did she take a moment to appreciate just how penetrated and stretched she felt by the cock that she had just accepted into herself.
“I can’t fucking move, I am so impaled,” she whispered to The Pole who grinned back at her.
“Very few women can take me this deep,” he gasped, “and I’ve never known a woman take me in this position like this.”
“Is there a better way?” Simone asked as she felt The Pole slowly move his length in and out of her.
Pulling himself out completely, The Pole grabbed Simone by the waist and pulled her around until she felt her breasts slap down onto the table. Her hips were wedged against the edge of the table as he legs were roughly pulled apart. A few moments passed before she felt The Pole pushing himself deep into her from behind, the rear entry allowing him to go far deeper.
“Ahhhh!” Simone cried out loudly as she felt the dick fully fill her, “do me hard!” Hands gripped her hips again and now that she was trapped against the table, Simone could do nothing as The Pole started to take her with an unexpected power.
Thrusting in and out, the cock seemed to fill every inch of Simone’s vagina as her lips felt like they had been stretched to their limit. A chant grew from the crowd as they counted the number of thrusts that Simone had taken, and it was not long until it was well into double figures. Inside, Simone could feel an orgasm building up, but she decided to hold onto it until the count reached 100. She just hoped that The Pole could hold on for just as long or that he wouldn’t just change his mind as to how they should be fucking.
It did not take long though and inside Simone felt like she was being ripped apart as the count reached the 90’s and then she listened to every chant. “91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99,” they called and then she let herself go, “100!” screamed the crowd as a loud and high-pitched scream escaped from her lips.
The Pole continued to thrust in and out and it made Simone’s seemingly never-ending orgasm sound like it had a series of peaks and troughs. In some ways it felt like that to Simone as well as each thrust made the scream rise just a little bit higher. Then, withdrawing his cock, The Pole allowed Simone to recover her senses slightly and she rose from the table to find her muscles feeling tight and her body drained.
As she watched, The Pole climbed onto the table and lay on her back, then, carefully Simone also climbed onto the table until she straddled him. Lifting her body up, Simone slid the massive tool into her for the third time, grinding down until her clitoris just about brushed against The Pole’s stomach.
Grunting with the movement of Simone’s hips it did not take long for The Pole’s cock to feel like it had grown even further. “I’m cumming,” he grunted between pursed lips and a moment later Simone felt his hot, sticky, cum explode from the end of the cock as it injected itself deep into her.
For a minute, the two of them lay there, arm in arm, Simone collapsed onto The Pole’s chest as his cock continued to throb inside her as her own cunt seemed to be sucking on his length. Then, with the aid of the Ring Master, Simone rolled off of The Pole and was guided to a spot at the front of the veranda.
“Stand here, legs open so that the crowd can watch the cum dripping out,” said the Ring Master and Simone did as was asked while the audience cheered. “Now, my good people, do you feel entertained?” asked the Ring Master.
“Yes,” the onlookers replied, “we loved it.”
“Do you think that Simone has completed the Big Pole Challenge?”
“Yes!” came the reply.
“Is she a Black Cock Slut?”
“Yes!” the reply came again.
“Congratulations Simone,” the Ring Master announced to the crowd, “now why don’t you get your husband up here to celebrate?”
Mike did not need to be asked twice and he stepped forward and climbed up onto the veranda. Joining his wife, he slid a finger between her legs and removed a dollop of cum before lifting it to his own lips. Licking it, he tasted the final product of the sex act that had brought his wife so much pleasure.
“Now,” the Ring Master announced to the slutty wife and, her cuck. “If you will follow me, I will take you into the villa where your wife can get her prize for completing the challenge.”
“Sure,” Mike replied and letting Simone take him by the arm they both followed the Ring Master as he led them into the beachside villa.
Inside the villa, sitting in a chair was a large, fat, black man who was covered in tattoos. The Ring Master pointed towards the man, “this is Andre,” he said, “you have won the right to have a Queen of Spades tattoo put on your body.”
Unsure by what was meant, Simone looked at the Ring Master and then at her husband, her face betraying the confusion and lack of understanding that she felt. “It’s one of them,” Mike said pointing towards a picture on the wall, “it’s a way of marking yourself as being someone who prefers or is exclusive to servicing black cocks.”
“Mmmm,” replied Simone as she absorbed what was being said by her husband, “and where would I get one of these?”
Andre interrupted the conversation, “well you can have one pretty much anywhere but in particular just above the cunt is popular along with on the ass, shoulder and outside of the leg just above the ankle. I guess it just depends on how exposed you want your choice to be.”
Simone looked at her husband who shrugged his shoulders, “just remember your job,” he replied.
“That’s what I am thinking about,” replied Simone as she stepped towards Andre and lifted her right leg placing the foot between his legs, “I think the ankle will be perfect,” she replied.
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