What inspired me to do this, I do not know, but I had agreed to it in a moment of insanity and now it was about to happen. In my mid 30’s, I had started to transition just two years before but despite my best efforts I had only been able to arrange a small number of occasional meets. Now I was climbing out of the front seat of my car, in a small denim skirt and a lowcut white blouse.

I had never been to this house before or met the people inside so as I tottered in my heels towards the front door the nerves started to really bite. Reaching the door, I extended the index finger on my right hand to press the doorbell only to instinctively check the red paint of my fingernails and the contrast between that and the pale whiteness of my skin.

“What if I had come to the wrong address, or been duped by the occupants?” I thought to myself as the seconds it took for someone to answer the door felt like they had stretched into minutes and then hours. Finally, though, I head the sound of a chain being removed, and the click of the lock as the door opened.

Instantly I was relieved as I realised that the man who was standing in front of me was the same young 19 year old black boy who had sent me his photograph a few days before. “Al?” I asked nervously as I saw the boy look me up and down.

“Yes, Abbie?” he asked.

I smiled, “of course, it’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

Stepping to one side, the boy waved a hand into the hallway, inviting me to enter the address and nervously I took my first step into a world of sexual discovery. Behind me, the door closed with a click and a moment later I could feel Al standing to the side of me. He leaned in close, seeming to smell me as I felt a hand touch my ass through the material of my skirt.

Slightly taller than him in my heels, Al was well toned as I had expected from someone who enjoyed athletics as he had described. His hair was kept in tight corn rows while he had a small, shaped beard that adorned his chin.

“Come with me,” he said as the hand seemed to deliberately guide me down the hallway, “I have some friends waiting for you.”

Reaching the end of the darkened corridor, Al placed his hand on the handle and with a gentle push he opened the door. At the sensation of a gentle push on my behind I stepped through the door and into a large, open plan, room with a kitchen at one end, a large dining table in the middle, while the other end was a large lounge area which contained an equally massive corner sofa.

Sitting in a row on the far side of the dining table were three other young, black men, all of a similar age to Al. Guiding me to a chair opposite them, he invited me to sit with a wave of a hand, pushing the seat into place beneath me as I did so. Then, taking his place at the end of the table I noticed how Al had a smile that said he was proud of all he had achieved.

“Well,” one of the men said and turning my attention to him I noticed he was staring at my chest. I had bene lucky that between my hormones and the surgery I had ended up with a DD cup.

“You like?” I offered.

“This is Abbie,” Al interjected into the conversation, “she understands exactly why she is here and is eager to please our every need.”

The one who had been eyeing me up spoke again, “well, let’s get some facts then to help whet the appetite?” Standing, he picked up an already open bottle of wine which adorned the centre of the table, “wine?” he asked as he offered the bottle to me.

“Please,” I said and reaching forward I selected a glass from the two that were arranged in front of my setting.

The liquid poured slowly into the glass, filling it to the point that I wondered if the man wanted to get me to drunk to perform. “Thank you,” I said as a hint, and he smiled at me before withdrawing the bottle. Carefully, I lifted the glass to my lips, taking care not to smear it with the red lip stick that I was wearing.

“Now we are settled in,” the man continued, “please, can you tell us about you, you’re trans yes?”

“Yes, I transitioned around two years ago.”

“And you still have your penis?”

It was a very personal question, but I was also aware that if these guys were going to agree to fuck me then I needed to be completely honest. “Yes, but it no longer gets hard due to the hormones.”  

“Hmmm, I see, so you cannot cum anymore?”

“Being fucked in the ass, makes me orgasm, it is a more fulfilling orgasm than I ever had as a male.”

The man nodded his head, before another voice spoke up. “Forgive Jay, he didn’t even have the decency to introduce himself before asking such personal questions.”

“I understand,” I replied.

“Maybe, but it was still rude of him, my name is William, but everyone calls me Junior as my dad is rather wealthy and egotistical with it.”

“That’s OK.”

 “So, before you became a woman, did you have many lovers?”

“Two, a girlfriend in university and then my wife.”

“And since you transitioned?”

“I have had five lovers.”

“Any of them black?”

“No.”

“Then why do you think we should be the first to black you?” the question came from the fourth man who had yet to speak until this point. “Sorry,” he said as he realised, he had blurted the question out, “my name is Dean, but the question still stands, I take it you have never been with multiple men?”

“No,” I replied nervously.

“Then why should we be your first gangbang and your first black cocks?”

I bit my bottom lip for a moment and stared at Al, hoping he would help me out of my situation. He smiled, realising that I felt uncomfortable, “it is your thoughts on the matter, you need to express them, no matter how blunt or degraded they make you feel.”

“You’re right,” I replied before taking the time to meet the gaze of each of the four men in turn.

“I have long believed that I exist for the sexual pleasure of alpha males, I have searched high and low for such a man amongst white men, and I have met a few who have promised me that they are, but it is has also become quickly clear they are not.”  

“And you want to submit to black men because you think we are able to be alpha in the way you need?”

“Yes.”

“You realise there are no limits to what we might ask of you, and there is no opportunity for you to take time to think about it?”

“I am prepared for that eventuality,”

“Are you sure, have you ever taken two cocks in your arse at the same time?” It was Jay who spoke this time.

“Al mentioned it, and I have been practicing in the hope that I can manage it.”

“I dunno Al,” said Junior as he looked at his friend, “you keep telling us that a white trans girl will be best for us, but right now I am getting the same vibe that Sally gave us.”

“Sally?” I asked carefully.

“Yes, she was the last trans girl who tried to serve us.”

“I am aware who she is, she was someone who supported me through the start of my transition. How did she fail you?”

“Well for a start she was nervous about getting naked in front of us, and then she suggested that we use condoms.”

 I stood up and slowly, undid the buttons on the front of my blouse before pulling it from my shoulders. Then, releasing the clasp of my bra, I freed my boobs from their restraint. Placing both items on the table in front of me I sat back down as I noticed all four men staring at my now exposed nipples.

Getting up from his seat, Dean smiled at his three friends, “well I am happy to see where this goes,” he said as he walked around the table until he got to my seat. Putting out a hand he invited me to take it and as I did so he pulled me to my feet. Guiding me away from the table I realised that in my heels I was as tall as him. He had a thin moustache and cross cropped black hair while his arms were wiry rather than toned, suggesting a man who did a lot of running.

Putting his arms around my waste he pulled me closer to the point that our lips were so close they almost touched. He kissed me, his tongue pushing into my mouth as he did so.

Then, catching hold of my throat, he pushed me back as he turned his head to look at his friends. “Well, she kisses good,” he said with a grin before pulling me back in and kissing me again. This time his free hand roamed and I felt him catch hold of my nipple and twist it.

“Ahhh,” I gasped for a moment as a burst of electricity coursed through my body from the touch.

Dean smiled at my reaction as he used the hand still clasped to my throat to direct me towards the sofas. Sitting down, he pulled me to my knees so that I was positioned between his legs. Placing my hands on his thighs, I watched as he slowly undid his jeans, pulling the belt apart before opening his flies by slowly lowering the zip.

Carefully, he pulled his cock from within his jeans before laying it down along the outside of the material. While his cock was limp, it was still big, and black, and I swallowed nervously as I looked at the first black penis I would ever touch.

“Suck it, bitch,” Dean said, and I noted the subtle change in his voice and the way he spoke to me. Leaning forward I pushed out my tongue as I inhaled the intoxicating smell of his fresh, cock. #

If I had been standing, I would have probably collapsed because the moment was so intense as I watched his dick get ever closer. Then, suddenly, there was no distance between us and the tip of my tongue touched his dark skin for the first time. I closed my eyes and swallowed again for a moment before finally letting my lips touch the tip of his cock.

In the end, the temptation was so great that rather than teasing him until he was hard, I just slid his entire length into my mouth and let it harden there. My last lover had been a white guy, slightly older than me, and as I felt Dean’s tool harden in my mouth, I was reminded about how the last guy had never managed full hardness. He had bene hung, but his age, his inability to be naturally in charge, had combined to mean that he never managed to truly own my throat.

The same could not be said of Dean, within minutes, he had put his hand on the back of my head, pulling at my long locks as he made me bob up and down on his shaft. It was intense and I could not help but slobber all over his cock as I pleasured him with my lips. Then, taking a breather, he lifted my mouth from his dick, and I watched as it flopped back against his smooth belly, until I was given no option but to make eye contact.

“Good girl,” Dean said with a grin on his face as he looked at my face, lip stick smeared across my lips and cheeks form the vigorous throat fucking I was experiencing. “Get over here guys,” he said as he laughed and pushed me back down onto his cock. This time, with his dick having fallen over I had no choice but to have my face smeared into the middle of his tool. Pushing my tongue out through my lips, I licked the length as I tried to find a way of lifting him back up, into my mouth without using my hands.

Behind me, I could sense that there was another person moving around for a moment. Then, the sensation of two hands groping my ass through the skirt, rubbing around and stroking my body. The hands twisted, and I felt them pull at the bottom of my skirt, hitching it up to expose my backside. I was wearing a thong, a difficult thing for a trans-woman to do, but as I could never get hard, I was not worried. It did though mean that the man who was stroking my backside was now presented with two, naked arse cheeks.

He needed no further invitation and for a moment I felt a finger trace its way along the skin before, with a swift movement, a bare, flat palm hit my backside. I could feel the fat and muscle of my backside wobble as he did so, and I recalled that I had worked hard in the gym and with the hormones to make sure that my backside was as phat as possible.

The sensation that was sent through my body left me grateful that I had trained myself to have a shapely bum, and that a black man wanted to slap it excited me.

Whoever it was behind me, slapped my ass again, and this time I gave a moan despite having my mouth full of cock. I was unable to lift my head to see who it was, as I Dean held me down onto this chocolate stick to ensure that it stayed wedged deep in my throat.

Then, fingers pulled at my thong, pulling them down, over the curve of my bum and down to the floor before carefully guiding me to step out of them. I opened my legs more to ensure that my arse was presented for the unknown man to explore.

I was wearing a butt plug in preparation for the night, and I felt as my, soon to be, anonymous lover pulled at it. “Fuck girl,” Dean said from his position on the sofa, “you really did prepare yourself for us?”

The question ended up being rhetorical as any attempt to get his cock out of my mouth to allow me to answer was resisted. Instead, I could only savour the moment as I felt the unknown cock push its way into me. The butt plug had ensured that I was prepared and whoever it was slipped easily into my hole. I could feel that he was not wearing a condom, just as I had expected, and I gave another moan as I took pleasure from the moment.

Another slap, of my rounded ass, was followed by the sensation of two hands gripping my hips as my lover lifted his body above me so he could mount me properly. He ground his dick deep into me while Dean continued to hold my mouth onto his hardness. The rhythm strong and repeated as anally took my first big, black cock.

“Yeah, fuck the bitch,” Dean said from over me, she is loving it, I can feel her take my cock even deeper with every thrust.

“Mmmm,” I said as I realised my nose was now nesting in the skin just below his navel while I was drilled hard and fast from behind.

I could feel my body responding to the sensations and I realised that if I was not careful, I would soon leak cum all over the floor in front of the sofa. Then, unexpectedly, whoever it was who was fucking my arse reached his peak and I felt his cock explode deep into me. He came hard, grunting as he did so in a series of deep, explosive thrusts until he was finally drained. Removing himself, I felt the butt plug be put back into place before receiving two more slaps of my backside. Harder this time and deliberately designed to leave pink handprints on my skin.

Dean held me there for a few moments more, making sure I could not look, and then, when he was satisfied, he released me. I sat back on my heels and realised that all of the other three were sitting back in their respective seats at the table. I had no clue which of them, if it even was one of them who had fucked me, and in that moment, I was not even sure if I wanted to know.

“Come take your seat again,” Al beckoned while he stood and moved around to hold my chair out for me. Standing, I took a moment to find my balance before walking back over to the chair. This time, as I sat down, I could feel the butt plug straining to hold in all the cum I had just received.

I was topless now, as Al helped me move the chair back in so that my breasts hung over the wood of the table. “They are surprisingly big,” Junior said as he stared at them.

“I was lucky, the hormones were kind to me,” I said with a smile, “but also, 5k goes a long way with a surgeon.”

“Indeed,” Junior said with a smile as he continued to admire them.

“Are your nipples sensitive?” It was Jay who spoke this time, and I nodded my head in response.

“What do you think about piercing?” This time it was Dean who spoke, the one of the four who had already groped them.

“Would you like me to pierce them?”

“Maybe, if the others agree, and you pass our selection process.”

“As you wish Sir,” I said, trying to emphasise that so far, I was very willing to submit to them.

“A little test for you,” Al said with a smile, and I looked at him obediently. “Which of us fucked you in the backside?”

“Well, it cannot be Dean, because I was experiencing the taste of his wonderful cock.” I made the comment with a smile to show that I was trying to make light of the situation.

“That is obvious,” Al replied, “but if you really want to be ours then you need to be able to answer questions such as this.”

Looking at each of them in turn, I smiled, “does it matter?”

“You don’t think it matter who has fucked you?” it was Jay who posed the question.

“Not if I consented, and not if I agreed to serve the four of you.”

“And what if it wasn’t one of us four?” Al asked.

“Did they do it with your permission?”

“Good answer,” Dean said, “I like her, she gets what she is supposed to be doing here.” His comment was aimed at the others, but I could not help but smile.

Jay rose from his seat and headed round the table towards me. He was tall, very tall, I could see that even without him being stood next to me. His body was muscular while he had a long set of dreadlocks which made him look kinder than the glint in his eye. “Did you see that?” he asked the others, “she smiled at the comment Dean made.”

The others all nodded in agreement.

“Do you think she realises that she is not here to be complimented, or to display happiness?”

“I’m sorry Sir Jay,” I said.

“Not good enough,” he said as he reached me before running his hand through my hair for a moment. Then, grasping a handful, he pulled my head back so that I had no choice but to look up into his face as my boobs thrust forward over the table.

“Our slut will display happiness when we tell her to.”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” I gasped through my strained neck. Though as I was about to discover, Jay had a little bit of a sadistic streak.

He smiled at me, “good,” he said and then without warning I felt the hard slap of a hand against my right breast and nipple.

I yelped, uncontrollably as he did so and I saw a glint on pleasure in Jay’s eyes, and he slapped me a second time on the other breast. This time I was more prepared for it and muffled the sound as much as possible.

“What do you say?” Jay asked as he continued to make eye contact with me.

“Sorry Sir.”

“And?”

“Thank you, Sir?” I offered

“Good girl,” Jay said as he let go of my head and moved back towards his seat. I looked down to see two large handprints on each of my breasts.

Al spoke as I felt a small tear of pain and pleasure build in my eyes. “Calm down Jay, don’t bruise the goods, at least not before we have made a final selection.”

“She needs to know her place,” Jay replied as he took his seat again.

“So, does that help you in making the decision?” Junior asked as he savoured the scene with his eyes.

“It was not Jay, the man slapped my arse, but Jay has bigger hands.”

“Correct,” Al said.

Now Junior stood up and I realised that he was heavy set, with a large, rotund belly. His hair, like Al’s, was cut short and he was not wearing trousers, instead between his legs hung an enormous, snake that almost touched his knees. “And it was not you Sir, the guy was big, but not that big.” He sat back down as my mind raced with thoughts of whether I could even manage to take Junior in any of my holes.  

“Correct again,” Al said.   

Finally, I turned my attention to Al, “and I do not believe it was you either Sir as his grip was firm, and you seem like someone who would rather fuck me with their mind than with their dick.”

Al laughed at the comment, “you are observant, aren’t you, and so here is your conundrum, you came here to make out with four young, dominant, black men and you have already been fucked, but not by one of them. How do you feel?”

“Was it your decision as to who fucked me?”

“Yes.”

“And was he black?”

“Does it matter?”

I looked at Al, as fear that I had been duped flashed through my brain. “You promised me that if I did everything as the four of you commanded, then I would become your black only property.”

“I did, didn’t I,” Al smiled as he watched me nervously wait for confirmation that I had not been fucked by a white man.

Standing, Al walked around the end of the table and approached me. He smiled, but I could see that for a moment there was a cruel streak in his eyes. “You promised not to object to anything I had you do.”

Nodding my head, I realised that he may see my actions as being a challenge to his authority. Taking the final step, Al reached out with a hand and wrapped his long fingers around my neck. He choked me, aggressively as he looked into my eyes. I thought about reaching for his hand, to try and stop him from sealing off my breath, but I knew that would never be acceptable. Instead, I tried as much as possible to relax, to accept my fate.

I could feel that I was on the verge of passing out when suddenly, unexpectedly, Al let go. For a moment I felt l lightheaded as oxygen and blood rushed back to my brain and as I recovered, I looked up to see that Al was smiling. “That’s more like it, not speaking out of turn now, are you?”

“No Sir,” I replied, my voice quiet and submissive.

“Good, Drew!” he called as he turned away from me to walk back towards his seat.

A door opened somewhere to my right, and I looked just in time to see a tall black man walk into the room. He was older than the other four and had a shaved head and thick, rimmed, black glasses. He smiled at me as if remembering a moment in time and then walked over to the island in the kitchen to stand behind it. Behind him, walking submissively was a thin, black woman with huge tits and a protruding ass. She wore tight, denim hot pants and a small, blue crop top.

“This is Drew,” Al said as he watched my reaction, “he is my older brother, and it was his idea that we should do this.”  I nodded, debating whether I should ask questions or just sit in silence. “He has no need to recruit you because as you can see, he already has his submissive bitch.”

“But I did enjoy fucking her,” Drew said as he grinned, his parted lips displaying a set of gold teeth.

Al watched my reaction as I realised that it was Drew that had fucked me, and he was admitting this openly in front of his girl. “Oh, don’t worry about Desiree, she is completely submissive to Drew.”

Drew grinned again at the comment then looking at Desiree he nodded his head towards me, “go and display yourself next to the new slut.”

I watched as she did as she was told, walking over to the table, stripping her clothes off to reveal her smooth, beautiful and black pussy before sitting in the chair next to me.

“Do you have any questions?” Jay asked as he watched my reaction.

“I take it you have all fucked her?”

“All except me,” Junior interrupted, “she is quite tight, and I am just too large for her.”

“Oh!”

“Yes, and she is not my property to break.”

“You mean that if you did owner her you would fuck her until she gaped from your cock?”

Junior grinned at the comment, “are you offering to be my property?”

“I thought I was going to belong to all four of you?”

“Sort of, one of us will have primacy, just as Drew has primacy with Desiree.”

“I understand Sirs,” I replied as I looked at each of them in turn.

“Do you have a preference for one of us?” Dean asked.

I considered his question for a moment, “no Sir, my preference is to be the property of black cock, nothing more and nothing less.”

“Good, then stand up and remove your skirt and knickers.”

Doing as I was told, I rose from my seat and carefully undid the skirt before leaving it fall to the floor. Then hooking my fingers into the waist band of my underwear, I pushed it down until it fell down to join my skirt. Now, I was naked in front of all five men and Desiree. My small, motionless, smooth cock displayed for their amusement.

Putting something on the table Al pushed it across the smooth surface towards Desiree. “Attached the cage,” Drew commanded as he watched the item settle within distance of his slut. She picked It up and fiddled with the item until it split into two. Then, as I watched, she slowly attached it around what as left of my ball sack before placing the second park in front and locking the two items together.

“Chastity,” Al said with a smile as he held out a hand for Desiree to return the key. “We need to make sure that your cock cannot ever get hard.”

“Thank you Sir,” I replied as I watched Al stand and walk from the table into the kitchen. There, he placed the key into the bin before turning around to look at me.

“Do you have a problem with that?”

“No Sir.”

As Al returned to the table he picked up a small, long bottle which he placed in the centre before sitting down. “You must spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on you will submit to them for ten minutes.”

“Of course Sir,” I said as I reached for the bottle to spin it the first time.

“One more thing,” he said, and I withdrew my hand to listen, “if it lands on Desiree, you will also submit to her as being black makes her superior to you.”

“Yes Sir,” I replied as I noticed Drew also come down to sit at the table.

Reaching forward, I placed my fingers on the bottle and then, taking a deep breath, I spun it. The bottle spun round and round, making a rough scraping noise as it moved on the wood.

Finally, it settled and as it came to a rest it pointed at Jay. I looked over at him and watched as he pushed his chair back and undid his trousers. Pulling his cock out through the fly, he waved it about briefly before looking up at me. “Get over here and ride it slut,” he said with a grin.

 Moving around the table I reached his seat and, opening my legs, I straddled over him until I was able to sit into his lap. His cock pushed against the opening of my ass for a moment before, eagerly, it slipped into me. I grunted at the sensation as my second black cock of the evening, and in truth, my second ever, entered me.

Riding him, I could feel the desperation in my body to consume every inch of his length as I ground back and fore on his shaft. His hands roamed as he fucked me, first over my tits, tweaking the nipples as they, past and then down onto my bum cheeks. Holding me close, he bucked his hips from his seated position to ensure that his cock was thrust deep into me.

Before he could cum though, Al called time on our adventure and climbing off him I returned to my position at the table. “Again,” Al commanded and I spun the bottle until this time it landed on him.

“Stay there,” he said as I turned to move towards him. Instead, I could only watch as Al picked up a bag and placed it on the table in front of him. Reaching inside he produced a small glass and a magic wand. Looking at me he smiled, a hint of cruelty forming on the edges where his lips creased into his cheeks.

Walking towards me, Al carried the items in one hand while he reached out with the other to take control of me by the neck. He pulled me towards the table until I stood, my caged cock a couple of inches above the wood because of the height of my heels. “Dean, can you hold her tight please,” he asked, and I watched as he rose from his seat and headed round towards me.

A moment later I was restrained, my arms held behind my back while the glass was placed beneath my cage. Al placed the wand against the edge of my cage and switched it on. The vibrations passed through my body, making me twitch though I felt no erection wanting to grow in my cock. Instead, after just a minute or so I started to produce a thick stream of cum.

I had not masturbated in a long time, the only orgasms I had achieved, having been from placing dildos in my ass. It did not stop me from producing a constant, stream of cum though, to the point that the glass seemed to be filled by it. For myself, I was not cumming in a sexual way, but my balls were producing whatever sperm they had stilled managed to create.

It must have been getting on close to 8 minutes when I finally felt that my body could not produce any more cum. Noticing this, Al stopped the wand and picked up the glass while smiling at me. He held it towards me and as Dean instinctively let go of my arms I took hold of it.

Looking at the thick white contents I smiled as Al watched my reaction, “good health,” he said, and I understood what he was asking for. Placing the glass to my lips I tipped it, pouring the thick white cream into my mouth. I swallowed greedily as I did so, knocking the glass against my lips to ensure every last drip was poured from the vessel.

“Good girl,” I heard Junior say from the other side of the table as I put the glass back down, “now spin the bottle again.”

I did as I had been told and watched as the bottle stopped on Desiree. She smiled as she realised it was her turn and looked over to Drew who met her gaze with a grin. “You know what you said you would do,” he commented, “do it.”

Desiree climbed up onto the table and crawled over until she was in front of me. “Please Sirs, can you hold her down on the table,” she said, and I quickly found myself being picked up onto the table and restrained on my back. Straddling over my waist, Desiree looked down at my face before leaning in close. “Before you arrived, Drew had me serve four of his friends bareback,” she said with a grin. Then, without giving me a chance to say anything she slid up the table until she kneeled over my head.

Looking up at her pussy, I realised that it still leaked cum while in her backside she was wearing a butt plug. Sitting down, she placed her pussy onto my face and lips. I pushed my tongue out, licking at her, the only part of my body I could move in that moment. I slurped, clearing up the cum from her pussy as I did so and then, as I prepared to lick her again, I noticed that she withdrew the butt plug from her backside and shifted her body forward.

A stream of thick white cum poured from her ass and into my mouth, and I swallowed deeply as I drank the orgasm of the strangers that had been left in that darkest of holes.

Desiree climbed off me and I felt the hands release their grip. Propping myself up on my elbows, I took a moment to catch my breath. Then, as I went to climb off the table, I heard Dean speak “what are you doing?”

“I was going to spin the bottle again?” I offered, with a hint of confusion in my voice.

“Nah, you don’t need to do that,” replied Dean and I watched him climb onto the table, his trousers removed and his cock hard and black. He positioned himself between my legs and as he hitched them onto his shoulders, he rolled me up until he could enter me.

I let him fuck me there on the table and after just a few strokes I found Al kneeling over the top of me. He had also removed his clothing and now he was lowering his semi-flaccid cock into my mouth.

The two of them were using me as Drew took hold of my hand and pulled it onto his bare cock so that I had no choice but to wank him. His cock grew in my hand as he played with one of my tits before turning to Dean “do you think she could do double anal?”

“I dunno, shall we give it a go?”

“Yeah.”

A moment later, I found myself climbing onto Drew as he lay on the table, using a hand to guide him into my backside while Dean positioned himself over me again. Rolling my legs up, he put his dick alongside that of his friend, and I felt the push of both of their cocks entering me. Luckily, I had enjoyed practicing with big dildos and so taking the two of them was not as much of a challenge as I had feared.

The two of them came almost simultaneously, filling my ass with cum and leaving me feel truly submissive to the black cock. Drew pushed me to the side, and I dropped onto the table bum first just in time for Al to move in on me. Rolling me onto my side, he spooned me, his cock sliding into my now cum filled backside. “Abbie, you have a lot of potential,” he said as he fucked me in front of the others who had lined up along the table to watch.

Looking at each of them I considered how each of them had fucked me, Dean, Jay, Drew who was already up for more as he played with Desiree’s exposed clit and Junior… Junior, the name ran through my head again. He still hadn’t done anything, and I wondered what he had in store for me.

A grunt from behind followed by a bite into my shoulder brought me back into the moment as I realised that Al had finally cum. He rolled away as I remained on my side on the table, displayed for the group who had finally made me a black cock slut.

“Right,” Junior said, and I looked in his direction as I saw him pick up the discarded butt plug from Desiree. Moving around the table, a moment later I felt it being pushed into me. “Get dressed,” he ordered as he returned to his friends, “I have a special test for you.”

“Yes Sir,” I said as I stood up and pulled my clothes back on.

“Test?” Dean offered.

“Yes,” Junior replied, “you have all had your chance to decide whether she is right for us, but I have some specific things in mind that I want to look at.”

“We never agreed this?” Jay said as he butted into the conversation.

“Are you really going to object? I mean all three of you had planned on getting off your faces once you’d had your fun, well feel free to start.”

As he spoke, Junior bent over and picked up a bag which had been sitting by his chair. Reaching inside he pulled out two bottles of high-end whiskey which he put on the table. “I am sure you guys will know how to enjoy yourselves?”

The other three looked at each other, “I have no objections,” Al said, and Dean and Jay could only nod in reply.