It was only a short drive into the town, and parking his car at his new apartment, Ben walked me to a nearby bar. We had walked arm in arm, chatting and talking about our hopes and dreams just as we had done previously only now, he was able to display me openly as his date. Whereas previously all our conversations had taken place lying in bed, usually at my place because, as I had since discovered, his wife and children were at home.

Taking a seat on a high stool by a small table, I watched as Ben went to the bar and ordered our first round of drinks. Sitting there, I watched the crowd and noticed another previous boyfriend was present. Seeing me, he smiled and picking up his own drink headed over to my table. He placed his glass down as a hand instinctively shot out and touched my knee. “Hey doll,” he commented, his breath reeking of the alcohol that he had clearly spent most of the day drinking.

“Jim!” I replied, surprised at his appearance while lifting his hand off my knee and dropping it back to my side.

“What happened to us doll? Why did we break up huh?”

“Your use of the word doll for a start.”

“Oh, come on,” Jim commented, finally dropping the doll word as he spoke. “We had some really good times.”

“We did,” I replied before breathing a sigh of relief as Ben returned. In truth I had been on the verge of pointing out to Jim that while he was hung like a donkey, he also had the brain of a donkey and that was what had put me off. “Oh Jim, this is my boyfriend Ben, we’re out, just the two of us tonight, so if you don’t mind?”

Looking offended at my comment Jim looked back and for between the two of us, his drink addled brain trying to comprehend what had just happened. “I think it is time you went,” Ben offered and with a shrug of his shoulders Jim turned and walked away. Alone again, Ben looked at me, “boyfriend?” he asked, his voice filled with hope.

“You know that’s the way this is going.”

“I hoped but I figured that you would never forgive me for what happened.”

“I’m not going to forgive you and I will have my revenge but that doesn’t stop us from being together.”

“Ummm,” Ben replied as his mind raced with thoughts about what I might do.

A smile crept over my face at the thought that Ben had not immediately run away at my suggestion. “Look,” I said as I reached out and took his hands in mine so that we stared into each other’s eyes from opposite sides of the table. “You know that what you did to me was completely unacceptable, all you had to do was tell me that you had a wife, and everything would have been fine.” Looking chastised Ben nodded in acknowledgement of my point. “So, I am going to get revenge on you for that, it will be heartless and cruel and fun for me but if you can move past that then we might have a future together.”

“I’ll forgive you anything,” Ben replied, “for me you are perfect.”

“Let’s see if you feel that way afterwards.”

Our drinks finished, we left the pub to move onto another bar as, unknown to Ben, I slowly steered him in the direction of the meeting place I had agreed with Becs. Our relationship rekindled as we walked, leaving me happy to be in the arms of the only man I had loved in the last ten years. Having said that though, I still yearned for Ben to suffer the punishment that I had lined up in my head for later in the evening.

Eventually, the time had arrived, and I suggested the next venue to Ben. “Aren’t we a bit old for that place?” he suggested.

“Probably, but I am feeling young tonight and need a chance to shake my ass on the dance floor.”

“OK,” Ben replied, shrugging his shoulders as he spoke. “I guess if it means I get to see your grinding that ass then I can be happy.” As he spoke, he reached down with a hand and touched my bum, groping it through the thing material of my skirt.

Feeling manly and in control, Ben paid for both of us to get into the club which was louder and stuffier than I remembered it from the last time I had been there. We found our way to the bar and as Ben bought a round, I looked out from the raised position over the dance floor. It took a while to find what I was looking for as the room was heaving with twenty somethings on the pull but there, on the far side of the room stood Becs and T surrounded by a dozen or so black guys.

“Here’s your drink,” Ben offered, holding it in front of me as he returned from the queue.

I took hold of it and taking a first sip of the contents I mouthed “thank you,” to him. Then, taking hold of his hand, I led Ben down onto the dance floor and slowly fought my way through the throng of people until Becs was almost directly in front of me.

“Mum!” Becs said as she saw me, breaking away from T and giving me a hug before her eyes settled on Ben. Holding her head close to my ear, Becs still had to shout to be heard over the music. “What’s he doing here?”

Returning the favour, I made sure that Becs would be able to hear me clearly, “revenge!”

“Revenge?”

“Yes, if he wants to make this relationship work then he is going to have to forgive me for what I am about to do.”

“Is that really such a good idea?”

“Will my lovers care?”

Becs took a moment to think about her answer, looking back at the group of men she was with as she considered what I had asked. Puzzlement crossing her face in the process. “No!”

“Then yes, it is a good idea.”

Finding that she was not, in a position to argue, Becs instead guided us towards the group where she then led the introductions. After they were completed, I saw T lean in his face worried as he spoke to Becs. Reading her lips, I realised that she was reassuring T that I had not dropped my end of the bargain, “it’s OK, she wants to humiliate Ben with your friends.”

A big smile crossed T’s face as he realised what was planned and he looked at me, his face filled with admiration at my plan.

“What’s going on?” Ben said into my ear as I watched the unfolding events in front of me.

Leaning back over my shoulder so that Ben could hear me I smiled, “you’ll see,” I replied. There was a confused look on Ben’s face for a moment but instead of dealing with I turned my attention back to T’s friends who were now starting to watch me.

Knowing that I needed to put on a show I let the beat of the music take over and I stared to grind my bum against Ben, as he carefully and gently placed his hands on my hips. The moment was coming though as I watched T approach two of his friends. One of them, who looked to be around eighteen or nineteen years of age had a big afro and a solid looking, stout body. After speaking to him, T approached the second, a guy in his mid-thirties who was tall and wiry, his hair kept in tight braids against his head.

They looked at each other for a moment, smiles forming on their faces as they considered the situation. Then, together, they approached me, making Ben step in front of me to stake his claim on my body.

“No” I said, placing a hand on Ben’s shoulder and encouraging him to retreat, “this is my revenge.”

“Uhhh,” Ben had clearly been caught off guard by my comment but obediently he retreated.

“Are you Bec’s mother?” It was the guy with the afro who spoke, and I nodded carefully.

“Who’s the guy?”

“He’s my boyfriend but he has a small cock and he has agreed to shut up and put up.”

“He better had,” the guy with the braids said as he stepped towards me. Reaching out with an arm, he wrapped it around my waist and pulled me into an embrace. As he did so I felt Ben naturally let go of me and I had to turn my head to check that he was still watching.

Letting both of my new black lovers, take control I smiled at each in turn as they both kissed me on the lips. “I just want to bust a nut in you,” the guy with braids said, “so we’ll do that here in the club but my friend.” He nodded over his shoulder in the direction of the one with the afro, “he’s never had a white pussy before, and he wants to go back to your place and fuck you properly.”

I nodded in understanding, “that’s fine with me.”

“Good,” the guy with braids said as I felt his hand roaming down onto my leg and slowly pull the hem of my skirt up. Parting my legs, I let his hand roam until it touched against my smooth labia. “Even less hair than your daughter,” he said with a smile.

“You’ve fucked Becs then?”

“We all have, well all except my friend here,” and I realised that he was talking about the other guy who was lined up to fuck me.

“I hear you are hung.”

Mr Braids laughed at my comment, “oh yeah but the kid makes me look small.”

“Wow!” I commented as I wondered just how big the younger of the two must be.

Leaning in, Mr Braids kissed me on the lips. It was deep and dominant kiss as his tongue pushed gently into my mouth. Using his free hand, he placed it on my breasts, and I found myself being touched above and below the waist by this new lover. “No underwear,” he commented as our lips touched each other, “you’re just another naughty white slut.”

“Mmm mmm,” I commented as I allowed myself to be absorbed fully into his physical touch.

Breaking the contact that we had, he took me by the hand and guided me across the room. As he did so I noticed that my daughter was not with T but in the embrace of another of the group who was busily fondling her ass with both of his hands while she straddled his thigh.

I had never been in this part of the club before, but I soon discovered that there was a dark room which consisted of a series of private booths, almost like it was a strip club. Finding one empty, Mr Braids guided me into a seat before following me, his body so close that I could feel the heat that he was giving off against my leg. Seated, Mr Afro joined on the other side, staying a big further away so that there was some space for Mr Braids to keep me for himself.

Opening my legs, I felt my skirt being pulled up until my pussy was exposed to anybody who looked to closely into the booth. While opposite me, a clearly around Ben took his seat so that he could watch every moment of my descent into depravity.

Two fingers slipped into my hole as we again kissed. “I can’t wait to feel you on my cock and to cum in that cunt of yours.”

“You’re not going to wear a condom?”

“Nope, is that a problem for you?”

“Never,” I replied as I finally let my own hands roam over Mr Braids thighs and onto his groin. I stroked the bulge as I realised just how it extended out and down his left trouser leg until it finished with a large head.

“I need that,” I commented as I struggled to underdo his trousers and release the snake that was being constrained within. Eventually though it popped out, not fully hard but long and thick enough that even with both hands I was unable to touch every inch of his length.

“God!” Mr Braids exclaimed as he felt me wanking him, “ride me!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he gasped, and I stood up, turning so that I stood directly in front of him. Then, hitching my skirt up properly I slowly climbed onto the seat so that I straddled his thighs. Holding his cock upwards I studied how it was long enough that it easily reached my belly button.

“How did you fit that in Becs?”

“She’s experienced, loose and slutty.”

“I bet I am sluttier,” I replied and lifting my hips up I edged forward the last couple of inches so that as I sat back down his cock slid into me. A gasp escaped my lips as I took the first half of his length into me. “Is this how deep you got into my daughter?”

“Nah, she can get deeper than that.” Emboldened by the comment I slid another couple of inches into me.

“How about now?”

Mr Braids bucked his cock in and out of me a few times, “yeah, that’s about right, you both take it to about the same depth it would appear.”

“Do we?” I asked and I let my hips drop again as my pussy gobbled up more of his cock.

“Fuck!” Mr Braids shouted, “no girl has ever taken me that deep.”

“See, you need an experienced slag to sort you out,” I commented, and we kissed again as I ground back and fore on his cock. Having him so deep meant that it did not take long for Mr Braids who was excited about how easily I took him to reach his climax. Gripping me by the arms, he held me close as I felt his hips buck so that his dick pushed deep into me before releasing his warm cum in a series of long, powerful squirts. Then, exhausted by his orgasm, his hips went limp and he dropped away from me, his rapidly softening cock dropping out of me so that I had no choice but to dump the cum all over him length.

I climbed off and pulling the hem of my skirt back down I straightened my clothes and took a seat next to Mr Afro. “Do you think Ben should clean up?” I asked and I saw my next lover nod his head. “That’s a very good idea,” I said with a smile before, turning my attention to Ben, I grinned cruelly. “Get over there and slurp up all that cum.”

Surprisingly Ben did not need to be asked twice and I watched him rise from his seat, his small cock pushing gently against the constraints of his trousers. As he walked around to Mr Braids and then putting his head in the lap of a real man I watched him suck up all the cum, licking it from the balls and shaft of the superior black cock that had just filled me.

As Ben finished his evening snack, I turned my attention back Mr Afro. “Are you OK if we go back to Ben’s rather than my house as he lives nearby?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, and I leaned in and allowed the man who was over twenty years younger than me to embrace me properly as we kissed deeply. The clinch was passionate and as I glanced down to see Ben still cleaning Mr Braids up, I felt my new lover place a hand upon my breast. He stroked it gently, his fingers rubbing over the nipple so that it stood hard and erect.

Shocked by the sensation he got from holding my breasts, Mr Afro broke off our kiss and leaned back slightly. Raising his other hand, he took the time to massage both of my large tits gently. “You like?” I asked, keeping my voice soft and gentle as a wave of pleasure flashed from my boobs and through my body.

“Yeah,” Mr Afro replied as his eyes stared, wide open, at his hands as they cupped my chest. “In fact, I think these might be the biggest I’ve ever held.”

“Oh yeah?” I replied, as I looked up and down my new, young lover. “I thought you had never been with a girl before?”

Even in the darkness of the club and with Mr Afro’s dark skin I could see that he blushed slightly. “I’m inexperienced but not completely innocent,” he replied, a gentle smile forming on his face. “I’ve kissed a few girls… played and touched them but they’ve never been prepared to sleep with me because of my…”

He hesitated for a moment as the nerves took over and having waited a moment for him to speak, I chose to finish the conversation for him, “because of your size?”

Mr Afro nodded slightly in agreement.

“What about my daughter?”

“I’ve only just started hanging out with this group and besides, it’s always the younger girls who have run from me.”

“So, you thought you’d try an older, more experienced woman first?”

Another nod of the head indicated that I had understood Mr Afro’s thinking. “Come on then,” I offered and rising from my seat I took hold of Mr Afro by the hands and guided him to his feet. “Come on Ben,” I called and watched as my pathetic boyfriend joined us.

“Where are we going?” he asked, his voice compliant and soft.

“Your place, me and my new friend here are going to ruin your bed.”

“Yes darling,” he replied submissively.

 

It did not take long to get to Ben’s apartment. I had walked with Mr Afro, arm in arm for the whole journey as Ben had sheepishly led the way. Throughout the journey I had kept the conversation on sex as I had ensured that Ben’s humiliation was complete. For his part, Mr Afro, had done wonders, openly answering questions that I had posed to him about the girls he had been with. It meant that as we got into the lift to Ben’s apartment, he was in no doubt that Mr Afro had an enormous cock that was going to fill me with cum.

As the lift started it’s climb towards the penthouse suite where Ben lived, I pulled him towards me. “On your knees, eat me!” I commanded and as I watched Ben did exactly as he was told as I leant back against the side of the lift, my legs open. His tongue and breath felt warm on my engorged clitoris as I embraced Mr Afro in another passionate kiss, a young, strong, black hand again stroking a nipple through the thin material of my blouse.

“How about I let you get to my tits properly?” I asked in between the touching of lips and tongue.

“Sure?” Mr Afro replied though I could see that he was unsure as to what exactly I was getting at.

“OK,” I replied and with a gentle push I created enough space that I could undo my blouse, before with a shrug of the shoulders I let it fall on the floor.

“Wow,” my young lover replied as he moved back in so that he could place his hands on my breasts again. “What if someone finds us like this?”

“Let them,” I replied as I placed my hands around Mr Afro’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. The comment had been heard by Ben as well and I felt him plunge a nervous yet eager tongue into my hole as he drained the last dregs of Mr Braid’s cum from me.

The sensation of being eaten so intensely sent a wave of pleasure through me. Not enough to make me orgasm but in that moment, I knew that without doubt I was a step closer to cumming. Placing a hand on Ben’s head I pushed him away so that he fell onto his backside in front of me. He sprawled on the floor of the lift, looking up at me and Mr Afro as we embraced above him.

Then, using my hands I tugged at the zip of my skirt and seconds later I gave a shrug of my hips and was rewarded with the feel of my skirt falling to the floor. Now naked, but for my stockings, suspenders and shoes, Mr Afro felt emboldened and taking a hand from my breasts, he thrust it between my legs. The fingers of my young lover plunging into my hole as the lift pinged to indicate it had reached the required floor.

As the doors parted with a gentle swish, I took Mr Afro by the hand and guided him into the hallway beyond as, in passing, I looked at Ben, “don’t forget to bring my clothes for later.”

Now that I was on the floor, Mr Afro and I continued to embrace and kiss as we waited for an increasingly frustrated Ben to catch up. Without him I had no idea as to which apartment of the three that were on the floor was his and even if I had known, he was the person with the key.

“Please, this way,” he indicated as he rushed up to a door with a large metal 96 fixed to the front door. In his hands, Ben held my clothes and I watched as he dropped my blouse on the floor as he searched his trouser pockets for the key.

The door to number 95 clicked as Mr Afro and I waited and with a slight creaking sound it opened. An elderly husband and wife stood in the doorway, watching the three of us. Turning to face them, I grinned as I saw the husband take pleasure in the sight of my naked body. “Hi,” I said, my voice light and friendly and the old woman seemed to grunt in response. “So, this is my boyfriend,” I said indicating towards Ben, “and he’s trying to let us into his place so that this gorgeous black guy can fuck me hard.”

A louder grunt escaped the lips of the old woman whose face screwed up in disgust as she slammed the door shut. From the other side of now sealed apartment a metal sound indicated that the chain had been pulled over the door but then, instead of silence, I could hear the shallow breathing of the old man. Turning my back towards the door, I parted my legs and bent over so that I could touch my toes. As I did so the noise from behind number 95 changed to a low moan and I realised that the old man was starting to pleasure himself.

“Get in here before you get me thrown out of my apartment,” Ben begged as he finally managed to open the door and taking Mr Afro by the hand, I pulled him through into the flat.

We embraced again, face to face this time as my lover pushed me up against the wall just inside the door. “Let’s explore,” I said in between intense kisses, “let’s find the best place to fuck.”

Together we walked through the apartment until I discovered that there was a large balcony that looked down on the city centre. “This is perfect I said,” walking to the edge so that I could look out and down onto the buildings below.

“It is,” Mr Afro said from behind me as I took in the view, “I hope you find this view perfect as well?”

Turning around, to face my lover, I discovered that he was now naked, his huge, and by huge, I mean enormous cock hanging down between his legs. “That can’t be real?” I asked with a lock of shock on my face.

“It is, is that a problem?”

“No,” I said carefully, “no, not a problem at all.” Taking a step towards Mr Afro I felt as if the cock was calling me, a lasso that was pulling me in towards my lover and about which I could do nothing.

Instinctively I dropped to my knees as I reached Mr Afro and carefully I held up the cock between my fingers. It was so big and heavy, like nothing I had ever held before. “I’m guessing this is what it feels like to hold a horses’ cock,” I said in wonder.

“Why don’t you wrap your lips around it?”

The offer was too much to resist and carefully I pushed out my tongue so that I could taste the head. It felt gorgeous and warm with a sweet taste as a tiny droplet of pre-cum dripped onto my tongue. Then, leaning forward, I placed the head between my lips and sucked deeply on it. A strong and powerful twitch flooded the shaft with blood and instantly it felt even big as the dick became hard to the touch.

“Wow!” I said again as I greedily tried to inhale the entire length into my mouth and throat. It was too much though, and I found myself choking on the head as I attempted to squeeze it deep into my body. Mr Afro obviously got pleasure from it though as he grabbed my head and pulled my mouth back and fore along his length.

“Yeah,” he gasped, before hooking his arms under my own, before lifting me to my feet. “Time to fuck,” Mr Afro said and holding on to me, I found myself guided over to the table that filled a corner of the balcony. Turning me round to face him, Mr Afro lifted me up so that my bum rested on the edge of the table before carefully, he lowered me down onto my back. My legs hung in mid-air, my new lover stood between them as I looked down and saw him raise his cock up and towards me. My pussy opened willingly as the head pushed against my labia and I eagerly accepted Mr Afro.

It took multiple, gentle, thrusts but eventually his cock slid deep into my hole, filling me with its girth and length. Instantly I groaned loudly as the orgasm that had had almost peaked earlier nudged its way to the surface. It was a truly incredible cock, so long, thick and hard that I wondered if it would become stuck inside me forever. My head rolled back and fore as he took me and in doing so, I noticed that Ben was kneeling naked and watchful in the middle of the balcony. Our eyes met as I realised that his comparatively small cock was twitching eagerly at the sight of my submission.

“You like it?” I managed to say between gasps of breath that were being brought increasingly short by the pleasure that was building up inside. Ben nodded slowly, his eyes, caught in the light from inside the apartment showing that he was being consumed by a mixture of desire and jealousy.

“May I clean you up afterwards?” his words were meek and mild and yet, there was a desperation in them as if he was unable to control the feelings inside.

I nodded at the question before, turning my attention back to Mr Afro, I looked into his eyes as his thrusts seemed to push the head of his penis into previously untouched parts of my body. “Mmmm,” I groaned, “fill me please, and then fuck me again.”

My lover smiled, “I plan on fucking you all night,” he commented before looking over his shoulder at Ben. When he returned his attention to me his hips bucked so that he pushed himself ever deeper, “and I’ll make sure your pathetic boyfriend doesn’t go hungry.”

That was enough for me and I felt a flush of warmth across my chest as my legs twitched with the energy that filled my body whenever I had a particularly intense orgasm. Somewhere, nearby, or at least that is what it felt like, there was a loud, piercing, orgasmic scream but I soon realised that it was my own body that was emitting the sound. While below, my vulva and vagina clamped tight against Mr Afro’s cocks in a series of waves as they eagerly milked him of his cum.

It did not take long as my body’s massaging of his length and head caused Mr Afro to reach his own peak and I gasped again as his hot, milky, cum shot forth into me in large squirts. His body thrusting involuntarily as it spilled every drop of seed into my pussy.

For a moment, his energy spent, Mr Afro seemed to stumble slightly as he stepped away from me, the loss of his dick leaving an empty hole which had been stuffed just moments before. Then, from inside I felt the first drip of hot cum as it leaked from my hole. Such a sensation did not last long though as the feeling of warm breath and a wet tongue brushed against my labia and clitoris. Looking down, I noticed the top of Ben’s head as he did exactly what he had asked for and started the process of licking me clean. “Your pathetic,” I gasped as I struggled to get my breath to settle back into its normal rhythm and as I spoke, my boyfriend increased the effort that he put into cleaning me.

“This is my future,” I thought to myself as I realised that Mr Afro was playing with himself, his cock already growing again. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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