Bodies
It was raining quite heavily. Lisa and Alina's husbands smelled of sweat, mud, and fish, but they refused the women's offer to take a shower, apparently convinced that such a smell could be considered "masculine" and gave them a certain adventurous charm. Neither Alina nor Lisa could appreciate the beauty of the swampy scent. Irene went upstairs to her younger sister, who, Irene said with a smile, felt a little strange. Lisa, Nastya, and Alina looked at each other understandingly, although none of them could even imagine how a woman's body must feel after such an orgasm. Alina had never experienced anything like it, and neither had Lisa. Nastya... well, she had much more experience than her married friends, and maybe such extravagances could happen in her sex life.
Fortunately for the ladies, the men were in such a state that they didn't even notice the tracks of the SUV leading to the garage, and therefore they didn't suspect the presence of Africans, and the girls, of course, didn't want to start a conversation about the guests in the neighboring house. The beauties wanted to dance, but the half-***** guys were pecking at their noses, and Victor somehow managed to persuade Lisa to go with him. After a second, the girl told her friends that she wanted to take advantage of her husband's fortune and get the satisfaction she had not had time to get from the Africans. Lisa secretly said that when Victor was *****, he became sexually rough, and that's what she needed now. Nastya hinted to Alina that she would not mind dancing with her, but the blonde thought about her married friend's words. She too felt the desire in her lower abdomen and thought that even though her husband's smell was not the most pleasant and his condition was disgusting, she too would be able to get a good fuck today. With a wink to Nastya, both friends and their husbands locked themselves in the upstairs rooms. Nastya was left alone with a bottle of alcohol brought by the Africans.
Alina's wishes were not to be fulfilled. Kirill passed out a few minutes after his head hit the pillow, ignoring his wife's attempts to wake him up. As a result, Alina was left with nothing to do but listen to Lisa moaning behind the wall, who had succeeded in getting what she wanted from Viktor.
"Bitch," Alina whispered without anger.
But even her friend's moans didn't last long. After a few minutes, there was silence. Alina even thought about trying to sleep, but her eyes would not close. Masturbation hadn't brought her much pleasure for a long time, so she just turned on her smartphone to hop around the sites until her eyes began to close. However, she was surprised to find that Lisa was online in the chat room created especially for the three of them, Alina, Lisa, and Nastya.
After exchanging a few messages, Lisa poured her heart out to her friend, telling her that Victor had started well but hadn't even finished. In fact, neither did Lisa. Now, for the umpteenth time that day, she found herself insanely horny, and Alina felt the same way. The girls were already thinking about having a little virtual sex between them when Nastya suddenly interrupted their conversation. Her message was laconic but clear: "If you want real guys, come to the guesthouse." Alina froze, not knowing what to say to her friend. She was already inclined to refuse and put her finger on the keyboard to write a short "no," but Lisa was ahead of her friend. Her message was also short, but it made Alina shiver: "On our way."
While Alina and Lisa tried to provoke their husbands to fulfill their conjugal duty, Nastya, left alone, did not want to go to bed at all. Unlike her married friends, no one could "catch" her in adultery, and in general, she did not want to be sad in her own house on her birthday. So she went upstairs and started sorting through the bags of things the Africans had given her. There were some really interesting things among them, and Nastya even considered for a minute whether she should lock the room and try some of the elongated phallic gifts that were now on the bedside table next to the bed. They were all black, but even the largest was no more than eight inches long. The dark-haired beauty remembered Simon's cock, the one he'd almost fucked Sonja with. It was much bigger than the dildos Anastasia had at her disposal now. And that's why a vulgar thought ripened in the girl's head, which immediately made the beauty feel wet in her pants. She grinned at her thoughts and began to change.
Ten minutes later, a brunette dressed in a tight dark green sleeveless shirt and short jean shorts walked to the door of the guesthouse. On a tray in her hands were several shots, a couple of bottles of hard liquor, and snacks in the form of chips, fruit, and nuts. Her nipples peeked through the sleeveless shirt in anticipation of what was to come—she was not wearing a bra, of course.
Anastasia's plan was very simple: while Lisa and Alina were limited in their choice of partners for tonight, she had the opportunity to choose from the five dark-skinned men she had as guests. So why not take advantage of the opportunity?
After hesitating at the door, she pounded the wooden surface several times with her fist. There was no response.
"No, they're not asleep!" Such thoughts offended Nastya a little. Could it be that the Africans, despite the show they had put on in the evening, were able to cope with their inner desire and just fall asleep?! How dare they! After seeing Simon's cock, all Nastya could think about was the size of the other men's pricks. After all, Simon was the youngest of them, and his height was noticeably inferior to the others. It was frightening to imagine what was hidden in the pants of the seven-foot Tyrell or the fat, but somehow no less attractive Prince! The girl had to move her legs slightly to relieve the itch in her pants. Damn it, whoever opened the door now, she wanted to have sex with him! As if the African behind the door had been waiting for Nastya to make such a promise, the door swung open, and in front of her stood Prince. A smug grin spread across his big face.
"The bitch came for more?" he asked. Nastya understood what he was saying, but she was embarrassed by the bold stare of the dark-skinned big man. Her silence was interpreted by the prince as agreement, so he moved and let the girl into the house. It was many times smaller than the main mansion, but it had a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. However, all the boys except Simon were in the big room watching American football on cable. The dark-skinned hunks felt at home: they were not burdened with clothes, wearing only pants, and Tyrell sat in his underwear. Everyone looked at Nastya with interest, and the girl was embarrassed again under these strong male eyes. But she was confident that she was doing everything right.
"All the food was left in the house. I brought some," she said, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of the sofa.
"This whore is eager to please us, boys!" Prince said. Just like last time, Nastya understood every word. She froze in indecision, not knowing what to do next. The boys gathered around the girl standing in front of them and undressed the dark-haired bitch with lusting eyes.
"And why have you come, Snow Bunny? That's what I call you," Prince continued. He scratched his huge belly with an equally huge palm. Nastya lowered her eyes. A strange feeling of submission seized her.
"Call me whatever you want," she said.
"No one is asking your opinion, Snow Bunny," followed a sharp reply from Tyrell. "Answer the question."
"I came to you to..." Nastya said, choosing her words carefully. "To thank you for the pleasure you have given me and my friends."
"Your friends? Why don't the whores themselves come and thank us properly?"
"Show us your deep gratitude!" Jared put in.
"In that case, you'll have us to thank for all the other bitches," Tyrell hummed. "I was so hoping the full-lipped sister would reward me for dancing with her."
Nastya realized that the boy was talking about Irene. The girl thought that maybe she should have called Victor's older sister with her, but she dismissed the thought. No, she would be the queen here alone.
"If you want to thank us, you should have chosen a nicer outfit, female." said the prince. Nastya pressed her lips together, frustrated that she hadn't guessed with her choice of clothes. But before she could answer, Lamar, who had been silent until then, went to a pile of dark bags in the corner and pulled out three of them at random:
"The size will fit you."
Nastya took the bags, as she realized, with some clothes and was about to go into the next room, but Lamar suddenly said:
"The snow bunny is not allowed to leave."
Nastya froze obediently. When she realized what was expected of her, she opened the packages. Inside were three different outfits of maximum lewdness. After a quick look at them, the girl chose one. Then, after one more look at the guys, and not without pleasure that they did not let her down with lewd looks, she began to undress.
First, she pulled down her shorts, exposing her ass in black thong pants as erotically as possible. Then, after a while, so that all the black guys could properly admire her figure, especially the feminine hips and tender skin of her buttocks, she took off the sleeveless shirt in one quick movement. Nastya's breasts were juicy and large, with small aureoles of dark brown nipples that protruded seductively with excitement. The girl was proud of her boobs and watched, not without smugness, as the hands of the men sitting around her reached for their underwear.
"That's right!" the brunette thought proudly. The last element of her clothing was pants, which Anastasia pulled down much more erotically than shorts—she even caught a moment to play with her heated pussycat. Only after all the guys had had enough of looking at her naked body did Nastya put on the chosen outfit. The loose-fitting blue swimsuit on her young body with large breasts looked incredibly attractive, and the thinnest fabric showed the African men all the open curves of the beautiful woman. With every movement, the comfortable fabric stretched, making the brunette's wet pussy almost squeeze from the overflowing moisture.
"I want to take a picture of this slut!" Jared took out his phone and "snapped" the beauty several times, who was both embarrassed and excited to have the attention of so many men.
"It seems that the lady wants to continue the game alone. Lamar, what is the next task that awaits her?"
Nastya shifted her gaze to the screen, almost impatient with the task at hand. She did not doubt that now that the fairer sex would be limited to a single representative, the level of the game would become even hotter.
The task was to give Tyrell a lap dance. Nastya didn't have to repeat it twice. Wiggling her pretty ass, the beauty approached the man sitting on the couch and noticed that the tall, dark-skinned man's huge manhood was pulling back the fabric of his underwear.
"Will you let your treasure out of your pants?" She said it in English into the man's ear. But he roughly and painfully pulled the beauty's hair away from his face and said in his native language:
"The b*tch was not allowed to speak!"
Tyrell gave Anastasia a not-particularly-hard but resounding slap in the face to confirm her position. But Nastya was aroused by this treatment, especially by being called a "slut." It very accurately described the state in which beauty was now. The girl's pussycat was so wet that Nastya could hardly control herself. She began the task: some rap music was playing in the background, and this music was enough for the brunette's body to pick up the rhythm. Seductively twirling her ass, the girl lowered and raised herself from Tyrell's knees, feeling the man's manhood grow larger with each movement. Eventually, the beauty couldn't stand it any longer, and she touched the man's cock through his underpants, screaming with delight. It seemed no smaller than Simon's and even thicker.
But no sooner had she shown such permissiveness than Tyrell grabbed the beauty roughly by the hair and pressed her against him, resting her ass on his cock so that the girl could feel the full length and thickness of it. The girl would feel just one more moment, and she could cum. Especially when the man, with the hand that was not holding the beauty's hair, fumbled through the fabric of the swimsuit to her nipple and squeezed it hard.
"Oh my God...!" The pretty girl rolled her eyes in pleasure, but Tyrell pushed her away. The pretty girl fell to the floor, right next to the feet of Jared, who was sitting nearby. She wanted to touch her heated pussy, but two voices at once, Lamar's and Prince's, rudely ordered her not to.
"I can't...!" Nastya thought, and yet, with an incredible effort, she managed to grab the legs of the man sitting in front of her instead of her pussycat. He nodded at the screen, where the next task was to let everyone touch her ass.
Nastya was ready to beg for it herself. She lowered herself to the floor, ass up, sure her groin was wet. Jared was the first to touch her butt; his fingers stroked the skin of her ass, then her anal hole through the fabric of her swimsuit. Next, Tyrell slapped her buttocks a few times, then pulled back the fabric of the swimsuit and released it. The slap on her pussy wasn't hard, but Nastya screamed with pleasure.
"What are you doing to me?" she whispered as Lamar stroked her ass. Then he simply pulled aside the thin cloth covering her anal hole and spat on it. The man's saliva ran down the hollow between the beauty's holes and straight into her pussycat. After that, the African plunged his finger halfway into the beauty's ass.
"God, yes! I'm cumming!" Anastasia couldn't take it anymore. She shook with a wild orgasm; her leg muscles contracted, and she fell to the floor, crying and laughing at the same time. She shook for about thirty seconds, and the brunette had never experienced anything like it. She cupped her pussy with her palms and let out loud moans.
"The bitch was not allowed to cum!" Prince said it rudely. He was the only one who did not touch the beauty's ass. Nastya was in a semi-conscious state but found the strength to kneel.
"Please forgive me!"
She crawled over to Prince, clearly wanting to apologize for letting him down. These men were her masters today, and Nastya had no right to do anything they wouldn't allow.
"The whore must earn forgiveness," Prince said, nodding at the television.
The next task appeared on the screen: to put as many fingers into her mouth as possible. This task was familiar to the girl, but now the beauty tried to do it to the best of her ability. She managed to put four fingers in her mouth without any problems, the fifth one with some difficulty, and then the brunette began to push her hand into her mouth as deeply as possible. With her other hand, she caressed her nipples, which were visible through the swimsuit, twisting them and pulling them away. The gag reflex was not suppressed the first time, and some saliva fell on the living room tiles.
"Clean it up," Prince ordered. Nastya pulled her hand out of her mouth and began to lick her drool off the floor, feeling that the incredible fire in her hole had not only not gone away but seemed to be getting stronger.
"Not bad, but not enough," the fat man said. He nodded to Lamar, and the black man put another task on the screen: Nastya must rub her face against Lamar's leg. The man grinned and stretched out his leg. It was as if Nastya had been waiting for this: she wrapped her arms around his leg and began to lick the man's toes, swallowing them and ignoring the smell of the man's sweat.
"That's how a man should smell," she thought, and she licked the handsome man's thumb with her pretty lips. The man's cock pulled his pants back, and Nastya felt proud of herself. Soon, Lamar began to put his fingers into the beauty's mouth, and she licked them willingly. In the end, she even almost swallowed all of the man's fingers, which gave her almost the same pleasure as the man she was caressing. Finally, Lamar removed his foot.
"The whore wants a picture as a keepsake?" he grinned. Nastya's phone appeared in his hands, and the African took a few pictures of the brunette sitting on her knees, covered in her drool, breathing heavily from her recent orgasm. Suddenly, the phone in his hands vibrated. Alina and Lisa had just started texting. Their profile pictures appeared on the phone's screen, and Lamar handed the phone to Nastya with a question.
"Redheaded bitch and married slut still awake?"
Nastya jogged to read the messages. Something about husbands who couldn't satisfy their wives. Nastya snorted. Then, when she saw that Lisa was offering Alina a night of virtual sex, she quickly wrote, "If you want real guys, come to the guesthouse. And hit "send." Then she threw the phone on the couch and looked up at Lamar.
"Would the masters be okay with two more gagsluts?"
Judging by the smile that appeared on the African's face, neither he nor his friends objected, although deep down Nastya wished that all the men's attention was focused on her. But female solidarity was more important than the wishes of a friend.
Nastya shifted her gaze to the new task that appeared on the screen. She was ordered to kiss Lamar's cock through his clothes. Nastya smiled as Lamar took off his pants. She wasn't sure if Lisa and Alina would accept her invitation, but either way, while they weren't here, these five men were at her complete disposal. Nastya enjoyed pleasuring Lamar; a man like him made her feel like a real woman. With full confidence that this man would satisfy all her desires. And his divine cock was what Nastya most wanted to kiss, and not through her clothes... But she was ready to do it through his underwear as well.
The beauty sexily filled her mouth with saliva to show her willingness to work the man's tool with her lips and throat, and then, wrapping her arms around Lamar's dick, she began to jerk it through the clothes, gradually moving it to the side so that the end of his black cock finally peeked out of her underpants. She succeeded, and the huge, thick head and nearly two inches of the penis came into view. It was the most beautiful dick she had ever seen.
"Do you like it, snow bunny?" Lamar asked. His eyes were full of authority over the kneeling girl. She nodded obediently and licked her lips.
"Tell me what you like, female," the man asked. Nastya did not hesitate to answer.
"I like your cock, Lamar."
A ringing slap served as the girl's reward for her words.
"Be more specific, snow bunny!" Prince shouted as he watched.
"I like pleasing your big black cock, Lamar."
Nastya understood what was expected of her. And she was ready to meet those demands. She was ready to do anything for the opportunity to caress the Africans's cocks.
Nastya's answer satisfied Lamar. He leaned back on the couch and simply enjoyed the girl's hands. The task, however, was clear, and hands were not part of it. Nastya squeezed his cock, still shocked at its size, and began to stroke its entire length with her lips through the fabric of his pants. Lamar smelled like a man, a real bull, and the girl inhaled the African's scent with pleasure. Pre-cum spurted from the hole in the head of the penis, which Nastya immediately caught with her finger and began to play with. Then she dipped her fingers into her mouth and licked it with pleasure, noting that Lamar's juice was probably the best thing she had ever *****. Then, with great enthusiasm, she began jerking his cock, watching as the pre-cum grew larger and larger. It ran down the man's leg to the floor, but the girl dutifully began to eat it up, licking the big man's ebony skin and caressing either her tits or her heated pussy with naughty hands. At the same time, with every touch of the brunette's breasts, Prince, seated behind the beauty, gave a forbidding command to stop, which made Nastya even more aroused. She felt like a dirty slut, and the guys were right to give her that name. She was a female, and they were her masters, for whom the girl would do anything.
"Enough!" Prince said that Nastya, having gathered her courage, tried to touch the bare head of Lamar's penis with her tongue. The girl reluctantly pulled away from the African's manhood, clutching her heated pussy with the palm of her hand.
Meanwhile, the next task appeared on the screen: to kiss a random man in the room. After a moment's thought, the beauty wanted to kiss Lamar, but he said no.
"The female must clean her mouth before kissing her master."
"On your knees!" ordered the Prince, and Nastya obediently carried out the order.
"Open your mouth," came the next command from Tyrell. The coherence of the men's actions suggested that Nastya wasn't the first bitch they'd gotten their hands on, and that made the girl even more horny. But how much more? Everything that was going on was so overwhelming that it would be enough for her to touch her wet pussy with her fingers to cum again. She opened her mouth, and even to please the men, she used the fingers of both hands to spread the corners of her mouth to make it even wider. Judging by the phrases the Africans exchanged among themselves, they liked the beauty's initiative.
Anastasia froze in anticipation, not knowing what would happen next. How are they going to clean her mouth?
But the answer came with Lamar's first spit. He spit and released thick saliva into the beauty's open mouth. The girl felt her mouth fill with warm moisture. Tyrell followed, then Jared, until finally Prince, who had gotten more saliva into his mouth, let it out as well.
Despite the disgusting nature of the situation, Nastya was turned on by this filthy treatment. She heard the men praising their bitch, calling her a submissive slave, and saying other disgusting things that would hurt anyone, but not Anastasia, who felt only grateful to her masters for the orgasm they had given her and prayed that she would be given the next one. The girl's mouth was filled with the saliva of four different men, and there was so much of it that some of it dripped from the edge of her lips onto her swimsuit. The girl waited for a command to swallow the liquid from her hosts, but before she received one, Lamar said, "Rinse your mouth, slut."
Nastya obeyed, straining her throat, drool gurgling in her mouth, some of it expectedly flowing from her lips and smearing her neck and the swimsuit around her breasts and stomach. The girl tried to catch the flowing liquid with her hands but only smeared it on her face.
"Swallow, white slave."
Nastya didn't understand who gave the order, but she swallowed the entire contents of her mouth. The taste was not as disgusting as she had expected, and she didn't even blush. The sperm of her last boyfriend was much more unpleasant to swallow.
"Now you can complete the task, snow bunny."
Nastya didn't feel her mouth getting any cleaner, but Lamar was kissing her. He did not touch her body, and the girl was burning with desire! She massaged the African's powerful arms and torso, and her thoughts were filled with one desire: to ride this dark-skinned stallion.
"Eyes on the screen, whore!"
The assignment was new, never seen before, and it said: Make a picture that shows what is happening in the picture. There was no picture. Nastya turned her uncomprehending gaze to the guys, but Lamar gestured for her to wait. And then the screen showed pornographic art of a kneeling, dark-haired woman obediently swallowing semen dripping from a dark-skinned cock.
Had it been any other girl in Anastasia's place, she would not have immediately realized what was being asked of her. But the dark-haired bitch knew how men's vulgar brains worked.
The girl knelt, one hand following the picture, grabbing her breasts and even squeezing her left nipple through the light material of her swimsuit. The girl's pussycat responded with a hot throb. In the picture, the girl was playing with semen, but Nastya was not sure that men would reward her with such nectar, so she decided to depict semen with the help of saliva. After taking a mouthful of it, the beauty played with her tongue so that the entire area around her mouth was covered in spit. Then she opened her mouth, stuck out her wet tongue, and closed her eyes, uttering a languid moan. She had now achieved an almost perfect match with the girl in the picture; only one element was missing. And the black masters did not disappoint their slaves.
Lamar stepped forward. He pulled back the edge of his underwear, which was faster than taking it off. His huge, truly gigantic organ towered over the obediently waiting Nastya. Lamar jerked his cock with his powerful hand and let a few drops of pre-cum fall into the open mouth of the dark-haired slut at his feet. Someone snapped a photo, signaling the end of the task. But Nastya didn't want to change her pose; she eagerly reached out with her tongue for the head of the big black cock in front of her. And she would have succeeded in touching it, if not for...
"Nastya!"
"Wow!"
The girl looked back, forgetting to remove her hand from her breast and wipe her mouth. Alina and Lisa stood in the doorway. They both looked stunned, but the black men did not look at their faces. The African bulls were much more interested in the girls' outfits and their sexy bodies. Both Alina and Lisa dressed in the dark so as not to wake their husbands, so they chose their clothes almost randomly. Nevertheless, they both looked stunning.
Red-haired Lisa wore an extremely tight red t-shirt that showed off her huge tits. It was easy to see the lacy bra—the girl wore it to stimulate her husband and did not feel the need to change. The girl's round butt was tightly covered by leather pants, which also accentuated the long legs of the red-haired beauty. Her blonde friend looked more modest but still got her share of glances: a gray t-shirt hugged Alina's small breasts tightly, and tiny denim shorts proved once again that of all the girls the Africans saw today, the blonde had the best ass. Still, Alina looked enviously at Lisa's breasts.
Both girls stood at the door—no one even noticed when they entered—and watched in shock as their best friend tried to lick Lamar's hard dick. But if they were initially surprised by their friend's behavior, the beauties' full attention was captured by the African's reproductive organ. It was huge, and it was the second incredibly large cock the girls had seen that night. And while the two married beauties thought they'd never see a dick bigger than Simon's, Lamar proved otherwise. His cock appeared to be twelve inches, if not more, was about two in diameter, and the head reached three. It wasn't as much relief as Simon's, but it looked much more powerful. The very sight of it spoke of the pleasure it could give a hungry cocksucker like Nastya, who finally spoke to her friends.
"Hi, girls..." Nastya spoke strangely, and her friends immediately realized the reason. It was the same voice Sonja had had after she had violently ejaculated under Simon's cock. Did this mean that Nastya had received a similar gift? For some reason, Alina was angry with both her friend and Victor's younger sister: she and Lisa were married; they should have a rich sexual life! And instead, it was those who didn't deserve it who got orgasms! The blonde thought this was unfair, and looking at Lisa, Alina realized that she thought the same.
"A married whore and a redheaded bitch" sounded instead of a greeting. It was Prince who said this as he rose from the couch. As he stood, it was obvious that he, like the others in the room, was highly turned on. His pants were pulled back as far as possible. Neither Alina nor Lisa could take their eyes off the fat man's groin, and if the blonde didn't understand what he was saying in his native language, her friend did, but she didn't take offense. For some reason, it seemed to Lisa that there was more truth in the African's phrase than it seemed to the married girls.
"Do you like what you see?" Tyrell asked. He spoke in English. And like Prince, he stood up. Jared was the last to rise. The black men's cocks were pulling their underpants down so tight they looked like they were going to rip.
"Should we go?" Alina began hesitantly. Lisa grabbed her arm and shook her head. Meanwhile, Lamar, still standing in front of Nastya, showed the next picture on the screen and pointed a black finger at the kneeling friend of Alina and Lisa.
"This snow bunny can teach you the rules of the game.".
In the picture that appeared on the screen, a very young girl with blonde hair—Alina thought for a second that she would be perfect for this role—was on her knees, one hand holding a large black cock at its base. The organ in the picture was very similar to Lamar's, but the guy's real cock was even bigger.
"Alina, this picture is just for you," Nastya said, turning to her friend. Alina blushed. Was her mind that easy to read? Lisa, who held her hand, came so close that Alina could feel her breath.
"Come on, Alina."
The sexy blonde's first impulse was to refuse. To leave, to slam the door, to forget everything that could happen and what had happened today. And that's what the girl would have done if Nastya's words hadn't changed everything.
"If you refuse, you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Alina agreed with her friend. When, if not now? And her husband... He deserved it; he should have fucked her better! With these thoughts, the beauty, glancing at the screen, approached the African man closest to her, Tyrell. And then, looking into his eyes with the horniest look in the world, she knelt. To the approving whispers of the men, Tyrell smiled and pulled down his underwear. His huge, eleven-inch black cock appeared in front of Alina. And it was... awesome! The girl was afraid to admit it, but the view of the huge male organ from her knees was the most beautiful sight Alina had ever seen in her life.
"Put your arm around him." Nastya's voice came from behind. Alina nodded and licked her lips, dry with excitement. Then she grabbed Tyrell's huge black cock by the base, though with difficulty. The camera beeped—the job was done. But Alina did not pay attention; she did not understand why her mouth was filled with saliva and the head of the handsome black manhood, towering over her, beckoned to her.
"The next picture is for Lisa," said Nastya. But Lisa seemed to have the same doubts that Alina had just a second ago. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately), the picture that appeared on the screen did not require any action on the part of the girl: the pictured girl was surrounded by dark-skinned men, and each of them was brazenly groping her. One was grabbing her ass, one was holding her by the neck, and another black giant was squeezing her nipples.
Black bulls surrounded Lisa. As she fought the demons in her head, Jared came up behind her and bent down, wrapping his hands around her leathery ass so tightly that Elizabeth let out a loud gasp. Immediately, though, Tyrell's palm squeezed her neck, and her exhalation turned to a soft moan. Lisa closed her eyes, and Alina could have sworn her friend was enjoying the moment. The finishing touch was Lamar's—he should have been straddling Lisa's nipple, but unlike the slut in the picture, the redheaded bitch in the room was clothed.
"It's not going to work," Lamar said. "The task is complete, but these bitches need to change."
Alina wondered: were they being called bitches on purpose, or was it because of the Africans' knowledge of English? Instead of answering, she and Lisa were each handed a roll of clothes.
"Change your clothes," Prince said, waving his hand dismissively. "Make it quick."
The beauties, unlike Nastya, went into the next room. As they dressed, the beauties were silent—overwhelmed by unfamiliar thoughts and desires. And the girls were a bit shy.
Alina was dressed in a transparent leopard body; in the darkness of the room, the beauty did not immediately realize how slutty her look was. Besides, when she left the house, the beauty could only find her high heels, and now her ass looked even more attractive than before. After a moment's thought, the beauty pulled her hair up and looked at herself in the mirror next to her. Staring back at her was... the sexiest Alina she'd ever seen. She liked herself. And when the blonde entered the room, the African's gaze was the best reward—her husband had never looked at her like that.
As for Lisa, her appearance was different but no less sexy. The men saw a girl in a closed white swimsuit that emphasized her gorgeous figure, but the main thing was not even that, but the words on her chest: "My boyfriend supports my black submission." Alina wasn't sure if she had translated the text correctly—her English wasn't that good—but judging by Nastya's snide smile, the whistling Africans, and Elizabeth's flushed cheeks, Alina wasn't wrong. "So I'm not the only one taking revenge on my husband." For some reason, such thoughts made the blonde feel happy.
The boys gave the beauties some time to enjoy their slutty appearance. Judging by their towering manhoods, the Africans expected the game to continue.
"Come on, white slave," Lamar said, freeing his cock from his clothes. Nastya, on her knees, obediently looked up at the screen. The image was very simple: the girl on the screen was standing next to a dark-skinned man who was jerking his cock. The girl rose from her knees, wrapped her palm around the base of Lamar's dick, and began to slowly jerk him off. As a sign of encouragement to the slut for her actions, the head of the penis, the size of which exceeded twelve inches, showed pre-cum in the amount in which usually white husbands of Lisa and Alina ejaculated. Nastya was not afraid; on the contrary, she collected as much pre-cum as she could with her second palm and spread it on the man's cock, making African's penis look even more beautiful and shiny. Both Alina and Lisa felt an unbearable itching in their pussies. Nastya continued to jerk the African's cock, and when the pre-cum began to drip from the head, the girl collected a few drops with her fingers and licked them off with pleasure. Meanwhile, a task for Alina appeared on the screen.
The girl had to kneel in front of the black cock and take a picture of herself with her smartphone while opening her mouth slightly to lick the juicy ebony head. One of the guys offered her his smartphone, but Alina shook her head and took her favorite "Apple phone." She suddenly felt a little naughty—she had never taken a picture like this before—and decided that now was the time to capture this "sexy moment" on her phone. Unlocking the screen, the blonde knelt and, looking at her reflection in the camera, parted her lips slightly. A moment later, the huge black head of Tyrell's cock appeared next to her; the girl could smell the scent of his unwashed body. The aroma exuded masculinity. The blonde wondered if that was how a real man was supposed to smell. The head seemed ready to enter the space between the girl's lips, but she struggled to wrap her hand around the cock and hold it back. And then she pressed the touch button and took a picture. It was as slutty as possible.
"Alina, you are a porn star!" Nastya said it approvingly. She waved her hand at Prince, who changed the images to show Lisa the next task.
The girl squirting from the black fingers was what Lisa had to imagine, according to the picture that appeared. The redhead blushed; she had squirted only once when she was drunkenly having fun in bed with Nastya. And she had never experienced anything like that with any of her men, especially not with Victor. Moreover, knowing that Alina had never squirted in her life and that Nastya could only squirt from her fingers, Lisa was sure that no man would ever be able to make her squirt. Besides, the girl in the picture was completely naked, and the red-haired beauty did not want to free her body from the tight clothes that emphasized her figure; they helped the girl feel more confident, especially next to attractive friends.
Despite the satisfied whispers of the Africans, the girl shook her head and laughed nervously.
"I'm not going to take my clothes off."
"Then you'll have to squirt in it," Tyrell said, stepping closer. He grabbed the girl's ass before she could react and sat her down on the chair, lifting her legs. Lisa smiled; she certainly liked feeling like a doll in the hands of a powerful giant. And the black bull didn't seem to mind that Lisa's pussycat was hidden behind the fabric of her swimsuit. He skillfully began to massage the skin around the girl's breasts, lightly touching her pussycat with his fingers. Alina and Nastya could only watch, hypnotized, but Elizabeth herself, after a moment's hesitation, suddenly threw her head back and covered her eyes. Her full lips separated, and soon there was a sexy moan of pleasure that grew louder as Tyrell's two fingers touched her pussycat through the thick fabric. Lisa had never dreamed she would experience such a high in just one minute. The man continued to caress the beauty's pussy, Lisa moaning louder and louder and seemed to be on the verge of coming... But Tyrell had another intention.
When the beauty was at the peak of her pleasure, the man changed his finger movements and now massaged the girl's clitoral area through her swimsuit in circular motions. Alina and Nastya could only watch in fascination as Lisa first moaned loudly, then screamed, and then, eyes and mouth wide open and bent cat-like, tried to grasp invisible support with her hands. Her sexy juice ran down the inside of her thighs. Lisa wrapped her hand around her head, ruffling her hair. She screamed as she squirted, to the smug and confident looks of the black guys and the envious glances of her friends. After a few seconds, the beautiful girl collapsed on the table, exhausted.
"Next is Nastya."
She was ready. The girl wriggled, watching her friend's pleasure, but she was not allowed to caress herself; a few times her hand was roughly pulled away, and the girl became even more turned on, realizing that she had no control over her own body and that these handsome African men were playing with her.
The picture was very simple, and Nastya groaned in disappointment. She wanted so much to be touched, and even better, to feel huge cocks in her wet holes, but she was not allowed to. According to the pornographic art on the screen, the girl only had to wrap her arm around the black cock. Lamar was the closest; his twelve-inch cock was waiting, impressing with its power and size. The girl walked over, more like a cock than a man, wrapped her small white hands around the thick black cock, and then jerked the beautiful, sexy tool. Her mouth filled with saliva, and judging by the way she wiggled her feet, the girl was soaking like the cheapest slut. Still unconscious, Lisa couldn't come to her senses, but Alina was experiencing the same feelings as her dark-haired friend—the fire in the married blonde's pussycat was burning with such intensity that she wanted to stick something inside her more than anything else in the world right now. Even her finger. And the beauty's desire only grew.
"Married whore," she was called, and Alina responded by obediently shifting her gaze to the screen.
The girl in the picture was being caressed. No, black hands were groping the huge breasts of the drawn anime beauty, and Alina envied the size of the breasts of this non-existent girl. However, the Africans did not stop the fact that Alina's breasts were much smaller. Prince and Jared went to the blonde and, right through the swimsuit, engaged in her nipples and private areas. The power of the men turned the blonde on more than their touch, and when Prince squeezed her nipple, Alina suddenly moaned, not from pain but from unbearable excitement. It seemed she was ready to cum just from the way her breasts were being caressed—the girl closed her eyes, lowered her hands to her pussy... But she was pulled away roughly. Alina moaned and reached again for her sexy cave. She was pulled again, and the beauty realized that she was about to experience the wildest orgasm of her life. Her hole demanded to be fucked. Especially when all the men who remained in their underpants decided to free their manhood as well and get rid of their underwear as an unnecessary item in the closet.
Something had changed. If before men had been random with girls, now there was a certain pattern to their actions. The fat Prince, with his huge twelve-inch shaft and seed-filled enormous balls, had chosen Alina. Standing nearby, Tyrell, with a shorter but thicker cock, didn't move away from the blonde either. At the same time, Lamar took Anastasia, and Jared took Lisa, who was beginning to come to her senses. Alina was too horny to realize that she had become a toy in the hands of two black men at the same time. And just as important, the pictures no longer appeared one after the other, but three at a time. The first one was for Lisa, the second one for Nastya, and the third and last one for the blonde. And now all the girls were busy at the same time. In another case, both Alina and Lisa would have already guessed that what was happening could not be called a "game" or "innocent flirtation." The men were stretching their pleasure before the main goal—to fuck these white sluts. And if, at the beginning of the evening, Alina had felt a strange mixture of disgust and even contempt for men, now she couldn't stop thinking about big black cocks.
In the first picture that appeared, the breasts of the blonde woman were being roughly groped by black hands. In the second picture, the fictitious whore, kneeling on her knees with her ass back, allowed two cocks to rub against her at the same time: one took possession of her ass, the other of her breasts. Finally, the third picture, intended for Alina, was even simpler: standing in front of the huge black man, the blonde rubbed her cheek against the man's sexual organ.
The girls were picked out like whores at a slave market. Lisa had come to her senses and now looked at the black men with an expression of absolute submission. Her breasts were immediately in the hands of Jared, who fondled the red-haired beauty's breasts vulgarly with both black palms through her swimsuit. Lisa had never been touched like that before. It was as if she was not a person but a toy for pleasure, and the girl was excited as hell by this attitude.
All her life, all her boyfriends and her husband had treated her like a queen, literally carrying her in their arms and fulfilling her every wish.
Now the beauty realized how much she was missing real male power—that her husband also disposed of and used her body as easily as this pumped-up handsome African. Soon, however, he had enough and plunged his palms directly into her swimsuit, squeezing the married girl's nipples and firm breasts. Lisa had no thought or opportunity to stop the handsome man in his desires. She moaned softly, covering her eyes and caressing the relief muscles of her sweet tormentor's hands. The touch of his rough black hands on the soft skin of her breasts made the girl's pussycat ooze a waterfall of juices. But Elizabeth dared not caress herself. She knew it was her duty to wait submissively for the permission of the black masters.
Anastasia was at the mercy of two men at once, Lamar and Tyrell, who had left Alina for a while. What was to be done to the black-haired bitch, according to the picture, could not be called anything but sex without penetration. The girl was forced to her knees, and her ass was forced to an erotic curve, although she obediently took this position herself. The men's dicks, huge ebony manhoods, took their places, as the picture showed. Tyrell's cock slipped between the beauty's buttocks, almost uncovered by her swimsuit, and Lamar's slipped into the hollow between the brunette's bare tits, the swimsuit allowing Anastasia's breasts to be on public display. There was so much pre-cum coming out of the African's cock that Tyrell and Lamar didn't even need to moisten it with saliva.
But Anastasia couldn't hold back her slutty desires: she let out a thick stream of saliva from her mouth and moistened Tyrell's beautiful black cock, not denying herself the pleasure of rubbing the natural lubricant all over the length of the thick eleven-inch black cock.
The brunette would have preferred to work the African's manhood with her mouth, but she knew the dominant ebony masters would not allow it—at least not yet.
As she felt Lamar's cock rubbing against her anal hole, covered only by the thin strip of her swimsuit, Anastasia was ready to reach a second orgasm.
She even prayed that Lamar, like Tyrell earlier, would pull back the unfortunate swimsuit and caress her anal hole with his finger. She was sure that even the slightest touch on either of her holes would be enough to make her squirm in the same powerful orgasm that Lisa had had a few minutes earlier. But as soon as she closed her eyes in anticipation, the man in front of her slapped the white slut hard. The girl submissively began to jerk the man's cock with her breasts, not daring to disappoint her master.
As for Alina, the picture that referred to her turned the girl on even before she began her task. The blonde in the picture looked so pretty, caressing a big black cock. Imitating her, Alina kneeled before the Prince like a good slave—just as she had before her husband. But now she finds it funny that she thought Kirill's cock was big—it was three times smaller than the man's manhood that towered in front of her. The pre-cum from Prince's cock was collecting on his head in large drops and was already starting to drip onto the floor—it was more than Alina's husband could produce cum in one night. The blonde suddenly realized that she didn't mind tasting the African's pre-cum. She stuck out her tongue, but Prince grabbed her hair roughly.
"Only with your hands!"
Alina pouted her pretty lips but did not dare to interfere with the instructions. The African man had more power over her now than anything else in her life. Following the picture's instructions, the blonde leaned her cheek against the throbbing manhood and felt her mouth fill with saliva. The desire to lick the big black cock burned the married beauty from within. She opened her mouth and, as if punishing herself for her inability to resist the urge, smacked herself hard with the cock. Prince moaned softly, Alina smiled, and then the man himself smacked her with his hard cock—on the other cheek and much stronger.
But the married blonde only enjoyed her submission and the strength of the man's cock, and she kept her eyes on the African's huge balls. She was afraid to imagine the quantity of sperm they contained. She also wondered if the black man's semen would taste as good as his pre-cum, which was smeared over Alina's cheek, and some of it went into her mouth. For tonight, it was the most delicious thing that had been in the blonde's mouth.
No sooner had the girls enjoyed their time as sex toys than the images on the screen changed. Lisa had to ride the cock of a dark-skinned man and rub her pussy against it; Nastya had to touch the black man's cock with her tongue and even caress her heated pussy; and Alina... The girl had to put her ass under the African man's cock, and the dark-skinned man could not penetrate her holes, if the picture is to be believed.
"Oh, Lisa, you slut!" Anastasia said it with envy in her voice when she saw the picture. Alina remained silent, but she agreed with her friend—judging by the artwork, her red-haired friend was in for an unbelievable pleasure. Alina could only imagine what it would be like to rub her pussycat against Jared's huge cock. Or the manhood of any of the other Africans. Both Nastya and Lisa had already come to that conclusion, but it was only now that Alina realized that if all the Africans in the house had such incredibly large dicks, did that mean that all the blacks in the world had similar sizes? For the first time in her life, Alina felt disappointed that she was not born on the African continent.
"I should go to South Africa," she mentally promised herself.
Meanwhile, Jared was lying on the floor. His cock, despite its size and weight, stood erect, showing the black man's incredible male strength. But as Elizabeth approached, the man let his cock fall to his stomach, running his hand down the length of his dick a few times and rubbing the unimaginable amount of pre-cum that had come out along the length of his sex tool. Elizabeth looked at her friends in triumph and, feeling like a queen, asked the men in their native language if they would allow her to take off her swimsuit. The answer was affirmative, and soon Elizabeth was completely naked.
Everyone could see how her pussycat was a waterfall of excited juices, flowing down to the ankles on the inside of her thighs. The girl, however, by an incredible effort of will, controlled herself and did not touch her aroused hole—even when, as in the picture, she sat on the huge cock of the African lying in front of her. The moan that came from Elizabeth's mouth could be heard in the neighboring district. Jared immediately placed his palms on the beauty's thighs, and she, without wasting any time, began to slowly move her bottom, feeling the man's cock slide between her labia. Of course, it didn't last long; after only ten seconds, Lisa tossed her red hair, screamed, and shook her whole body before collapsing on her black master's muscular body. The orgasm was so intense that Lisa seemed to pass out. However, neither Anastasia nor Alina saw this; they had their duties to perform.
Nastya was finally allowed to touch the man's cock with her tongue. Lamar simply approached the kneeling girl, and she, as if she had waited all her life for this moment, grabbed the black cock at the base and immediately ran her tongue along the entire length of the massive shaft. At the same time, according to the picture, Anastasia was allowed to caress herself, and wanting to follow Elizabeth, who was experiencing a second orgasm, Nastya immediately pulled back the fabric of her swimsuit and plunged three fingers into her hot pussy. As with Lisa, the heated girl could not hold out for long; it was only a matter of moments before she was moaning loudly and hanging on Lamar's cock with all her weight, enjoying the spasms in her cumming pussycat. Even as she orgasmed, Anastasia did not forget to work the big black cock with her tongue, marveling at the taste of the pre-cum coming out of the tiny hole in his penis.
And what about Alina? Of the girls present, she was the only one who had not experienced the pleasure of an orgasm, and the realization of this fact hurt the blonde a little. So she did something she had never thought of before. Wanting to feel what her friends had felt, Alina herself approached Tyrell, whom she considered the most attractive of all Africans—what's more, in the opinion of the blonde, addicted to muscles, Tyrell was for her the embodiment of God—and turned to the man with her juicy ass and, imitating the picture, bent over, allowing the man to fully enjoy the view of the blonde's holes, which were covered only by the thinnest fabric of the leopard's bodysuit. Some of the guys called Alina a married whore, someone—an anal whore—and now the girl clearly understood every word that was spoken, but everything that was said only excited the beauty more.
And as she felt Tyrell's palms around her firm, beautiful ass, she arched her back into the graceful pose of the eager slave. She could have sworn that all the guys were jealous of their friend right now—he had the opportunity to play with the most beautiful ass in the room. And he made the most of it—every inch of skin caressed by the African's black fingers. His palms squeezed, massaged, and slapped the beauty's buttocks, causing her to squirm and writhe like a kitten. Tyrell's huge cock lay between her appetizing buns, squeezed by the African's palms. The blonde's and the African's natural lubes mingled, allowing Tyrell's black dick to slide freely through the cloth-covered hole of the submissive married girl. Alina closed her eyes and concentrated on her sensations, wanting only one thing—to catch her orgasm. And now, as her legs trembled, her breathing quickened, and her pussycat was ready to finally pour out streams of wonderful nectar, the man stopped and slapped her ass as a sign of encouragement.
"Oh, fuck!" Alina cursed. She moved back, and at that moment, Tyrell did almost the same trick he had done with Anastasia: he pulled back the fabric of the girls' clothes and touched the blonde's anal hole with his finger, but he didn't plunge it in as he had done with the brunette, just gently stroking the edge of the sphincter. Alina went crazy with pleasure, especially when she felt the finger suddenly disappear and the head of the man's big black cock lean against her virgin ass.
"Next picture!" came the command. Alina didn't want to hear anything, but Tyrell was well in control of himself and interrupted the caresses, leaving the craving female in a desire-filled position. The girl wanted to caress her pussy—there was nothing left for an orgasm—but Tyrell pushed the girl with his foot like a slave.
"Wait, whore!" he said in English. Alina moaned but did not dare to argue with the black master.
Meanwhile, new images appeared on the screen. Lisa had to use both hands to jerk off the man's cock, which was generously smeared with either saliva or oil—the art left room for fantasy. In the picture intended for Nastya, two girls were kneeling in front of the black man with their asses drawn back while they both caressed the man's cock—with their tongues or hands? The art was of poor quality, and it was impossible to see the details of the picture. But the picture for Alina was of excellent quality, and she had to put her ass under the African cock again while being surrounded by two more black cocks. It was impossible to touch them, but they were dangerously close to the beautiful girl's mouth.
The girls only glanced at their new assignments. Each of them had already decided that they would do whatever appeared on the screen, and they were only surprised that no pictures of sex had appeared yet. How could they know that this was the plan? The main purpose of this "game" was to excite the girls and make them realize how addicted they were to black cocks. How addicted was Alina, who had now forgotten her long relationship with her husband and could only beg men to give her the same pleasure her friends had experienced? How addicted was barely married Lisa? With each new orgasm, she was convinced that her husband was just a weak white man who could not compete with the ebony gods. And Nastya... This girl had never doubted the dominance of black men, and now she could only be happy that her two friends agreed with her.
Elizabeth, who had just recovered from her second orgasm, began the task with an unusual passion. She knew and loved giving blowjobs, but while she had always given them to white men with their unimpressive size, she was now faced with a real twelve-inch cock belonging to a black man. Not quite sure if she was allowed to touch the man's dick with her mouth, Elizabeth got down on all fours and dutifully crawled over to Jared, who was sitting in the chair, and decided to wet his beautiful cock first.
The girl's mouth was so full of saliva that it seemed to be a simple matter—the girl carefully guided the trickle with her lips and placed the saliva along the length of Jared's dick, but his sexual weapon was so large that there wasn't enough moisture. Then Elizabeth, like an obedient slut, began to remedy the situation: she shoved all five fingers into her mouth, barely holding back her gag reflex, and felt her eyes fill with tears and her throat with moisture. After such self-mutilation, there was even more saliva in the girl's mouth, and now she could easily wet the big black cock that stood like a monument in front of her. Wrapping her hands around the thick dick, the girl began to gently jerk it, unable to suppress a smile, enjoying just the fact that she was allowed to caress this beautiful sex tool.
As for Anastasia, her picture was nothing special at first glance. But for the brunette beauty, it was a call to strip. The young slut had been dreaming of this for a long time, mainly because the swimsuit was covered with her pussy secretions and African pre-cum, but also because she didn't want the men's eyes to be drawn only to Lisa with her big breasts and her meaty ass, which was invitingly puffed out while the redheaded married slut worked Jared's cock with her hands. With a quick movement, Anastasia also showed off her figure, but everyone had already seen it. It seemed that the nakedness of her beauty did not impress the Africans, and so Nastya decided to prove her superiority in action. Deciding that the image suited her, Anastasia crawled over to her friend and, placing her ass sexily next to the red-haired girl's, began to jerk Jared's huge black cock with her hands. He had his eyes closed and was enjoying himself. Someone whispered:
"Lucky bastard..."
But the other men also had their work cut out for them. The scene intended for Alina had four actors at once, and the blonde, who was horny to the max and still hadn't had an orgasm, was happy to be the center of attention. Unlike her friends, she was in no hurry to undress, knowing how attractive she looked in her slutty bodysuit with a high ponytail on her head and heels that made her ass even more attractive. Trying to match the picture as best she could, the beauty bent back again and assumed the familiar sexual position, only now she used the coffee table beside her instead of the floor. She didn't bend her legs, fully complying with the porn art on the screen, and now her ass was available for all to see, as was her pussy, the juices flowing down the inside of her thighs in such quantities that a small lake formed at her feet.
Tyrell took his place at Alina's ass; despite his calm expression, he was disappointed when they were interrupted and was happy to have the opportunity to continue playing with the girl's anal hole. Alina felt the man remove the fabric of his clothes that prevented him from reaching the married slut's holes, and then the girl moaned loudly, feeling how much more pleasant it was to feel in her holes not the six-inch cock of her husband but the huge black almost eleven-inch cock of the muscular African man.
The girl gripped the table with her fingers and tried to cover her eyes in pleasure, but two cocks appeared in front of her face at once: Prince's and Lamar's. The men weren't going to be idle either. Besides, watching Tyrell caress the blonde's anal hole with his cock, both Prince and Lamar became aroused and let their huge assets stand in full glory, allowing Alina, whose face was only five inches away, to get a good look at them. Prince's cock was thin, unlike its owner, but incredibly long—even longer than Tyrell's. But Lamar had the biggest dick in the room, longer than twelve inches, and Alina could only imagine what it was like to feel something like that in her pussycat. The girl's mouth was involuntarily filled with saliva, and looking at the juicy heads of the black dicks with pre-cum on the tips, Alina could only think about what they tasted like. Meanwhile, the caressing of her sphincter never stopped, and from the realization that the men were using her as a sexual toy, the girl finally felt her pussy begin to shake and a firestorm of pleasure spread through her body.
"Fuck!" she moaned, collapsing her tits onto the table. She had never experienced anything like this before; her breasts were burning with passion, and despite her orgasm, the blonde wanted to continue. She felt the need to cum again and again and again. She was afraid that if she didn't take this opportunity now, she would never be able to achieve orgasm again. Perhaps the blonde beauty realized deep down that her husband's small cock could never give her as much pleasure as the huge black shaft of a real man. Alina was panting with the need to continue this reckless game to get as much pleasure as the night would allow her. And she got it: new pictures with tasks for the girls appeared on the TV screen.
The first one, for Lisa, was quite simple: the painted girl touched the balls of two men standing in front of her at the same time. Nastya had to stroke the black African's cock with her breasts, and Alina had to sit on the man, but with her back to him, and let him play with her ass again. The girls rushed to complete the tasks with extraordinary enthusiasm.
Elizabeth was particularly lucky, as she now had not just one black cock in her little hands but two huge manhoods at the same time. Jared was joined by Prince, and the redheaded married bitch took great pleasure in stroking her lover's massive balls. She couldn't imagine how much seed was stored in those male containers. Prince's balls were only slightly larger than Jared's, but almost twice as heavy. They seemed to hold enough sperm to cover the bodies of all the girls in the room at once. The girl immediately compared the black balls of the African to her husband's small testicles, which now seemed quite miniature to her. Elizabeth loved the taste of men's semen and was always very disappointed when her husband preferred to squirt tiny streams of his semen onto her body or even into his hand, thinking that his wife was too pure and sweet for him to have the right to squirt his semen into her pretty mouth. Meanwhile, in her erotic fantasies, his wife imagined a whole crowd of guys filling her mouth with hot white liquid in such quantities that Lisa would have no choice but to swallow this beautiful nectar.
It was obvious that the beauty was mesmerized by the black balls of the men standing in front of her and that she was completely in line with the erotic image shown on the screen. The girl stroked the balls of the Africans gently, almost lovingly, and seemed even more hypnotized by them than by the cocks of the black gods towering above her.
As for Anastasia, she was thrilled to be the servant of the biggest black cock in the room once again. She humbly crawled over to Lamar's chair, once again showing the grace of a cat and getting high from the lustful male gazes directed at her arched back and lusty vaginal hole. Despite the beauty's incredible desire to pull her mouth on the man's majesty, she held back, especially as she wanted to feel the African's powerful cock between her breasts. The man's black cock stood in all its glory, and with great pleasure, the beauty squeezed her large, rounded tits with nipples, standing in eager anticipation around the handsome man's procreative organ. To make it easier for Lamar's cock to slide in, Anastasia moistened the hollow between her left and right breasts with saliva, which accumulated in unimaginable quantities in the young slut's mouth every time she looked at Lamar's cock. Then the girl began to move her breasts up and down, rubbing the man's cock with her grace and getting incredible pleasure out of it.
Alina, on the other hand, possessed Tyrell. It would be more correct to say that Tyrell dominated her—her mind, her body, but not yet her womb. Alina didn't even think about how wrong everything was; she surrendered to the action and enthusiastically began to fulfill the next image. Her pussycat burned like a hot volcano, wanting to get a beautiful black cock inside her, and Alina tried to show with every movement how much she wanted it. She stroked the African's muscles, whispering compliments in Russian that he did not understand. The man was relentless; he easily lifted the blonde, making her scream with pleasure, and placed her backward on his cock. His dignity rubbed against the beauty's pussy, and Alina began to slide back and forth on the dark-skinned, handsome man's organ with pleasure.
Feeling the man's hands on her ass, the blonde let out a moan of approval, especially when the fingers of the ebony god began to explore the married slut's barely-covered anal hole. After a few seconds, however, the swimsuit material was pulled back, and Tyrell could see the blonde's wet pussy and her small sphincter pulsing as if it wanted to receive the African's finger. And Alina wanted it—as much as she didn't like her husband playing with her anal ring during sex, the girl wanted to have her ass invaded by a black man she hadn't known yet. And Tyrell didn't make her wait long. Waiting until the blonde let out another loud moan as her clitoral area came into contact with the relief of the African cock through the fabric, the dark-skinned man plunged half of his black finger into the beauty's asshole without any preparation. Alina stopped for a moment, but only to wriggle in pleasure and let out a moan that turned into a scream, "More!"
She could hardly believe that she was enjoying the pleasure of an African's finger in her virgin ass. The realization of the strange object in her anus and the fact that her clitoral area kept rubbing against the huge black cock had the girl on the verge of another orgasm. She felt a few frictions just before a second spasm of pleasure, but in the meantime, Tyrell plunged his finger down her anal hole to its full length.
"Fuck!" Alina cried out in pleasure and fell face down into the man's legs, her entire body now literally resting on the African. Her pussycat was convulsing in a wild orgasm, and the sensation of the finger in her anus, which Tyrell had not thought to remove, made the pleasure grow stronger with each contraction of her vaginal muscles. Alina suddenly felt like she was going to squirt for the first time in her life; she reached for her pussy with her hands, which had been gratefully stroking the man's legs, but Tyrell suddenly plunged two of his huge black fingers into her leaking vagina.
Alina screamed and cried at the same time as she felt a powerful stream erupt from her pussycat. She had never squirted before, but the sensation was incredible. Tyrell, obviously knowing what he was doing, quickly rubbed her clitoral area as Alina continued to cum on the man, showering herself, the African, and everything around her with nectar.
"Oh, mummy..." Alina said a few seconds later, her voice trembling. She still hadn't recovered, but she was incredibly flattered by the looks with which Nastya and Lisa looked at her, tearing themselves away from pleasuring their patrons.
"Alina, you're such a slut," Nastya said enviously. Judging by the look on the red-haired Elizabeth's face, she agreed with her friend. But Alina just smiled stupidly and couldn't believe her body—her pussycat was ready to continue.
"Get off, whore," Tyrell addressed the girl in English, not hiding the self-confident tone, and Alina did not even think of contradicting the African, knowing full well that she, a married woman, whose husband rested not far away on their shared bed, was now truly a whore for the black cock. Alina struggled to get off the black man, barely feeling her legs and not realizing where her body was getting so much secretion from—everything around her was wet, including the African's body. But the blonde was not embarrassed; she was ready to lick the man who gave her such an orgasm clean with her tongue.
The next pictures appeared on the screen, although none of the girls seemed to be looking at them. Lisa had to rub her face on two black cocks at the same time, Nastya had to pleasure the African's cock with her hands, and the picture intended for Alina showed a blonde girl licking her secretions off the floor.
Smirking, Tyrell grabbed his blonde bitch by the hair and pulled her off him. Alina screamed but obediently knelt as the African demanded, and then lay on the floor with her breasts in a pool of her secretions.
"Clean it up!" the black giant demanded, and the proud Alina, who would never allow herself to be treated like that, even by her husband, slavishly began to lick her sexual juice off the floor, working her tongue hard and enjoying the fact that it tasted good. Tyrell, meanwhile, spanked the married blonde beauty on her ass, telling her what a submissive little whore she was. Alina understood what he was saying but could only feel her cock-hungry cunt getting wet from the sensation of such power.
Nastya watched all this, now pleasuring Lamar's cock with her hands, according to the image that appeared on the screen. The girl reached for the ebony head with her tongue several times but received either a ringing slap from her master or a verbal command, accompanied by the words "bitch," "whore," prostitute," and "whore." A decent girl would have taken offense at any of these references, but the brunette, kneeling and caressing the huge black cock with her hands, felt only pleasure in such titles. Anastasia's mouth was open to embrace the head of the black cock with full lips, and the girl had to swallow the saliva that filled her mouth almost every second. The beauty wanted nothing more than to be allowed to taste the thick black cock.
Prince and Jared stayed close to Lisa. The men enjoyed the redhead's hands caressing their balls. However, seeing an image that the girl should have imitated, the Africans showed amazing self-control. They grabbed Elizabeth's hands roughly at the elbows and lowered them, paying no attention to the woman's languid exhalation. But the beauty was not confused: true to the photograph, the girl herself moved forward and began to touch the bodies of the dark-skinned men in front of her with her face. She closed her eyes and tried to feel the power of the black ebony weapons in every pore of her skin. The pre-cum oozing from their cocks dripped onto her breasts, onto her face, and a little onto her lips. But how Elizabeth longed for more of this life-giving nectar! Fighting the urge to touch the powerful cocks with her hands, the redhead pressed her palms to her chest as if in prayer. She was truly ready to pray to her new god—the huge black cock—and their owners, who were now like priests to Elizabeth, pouring sweet nectar over the begging sinner.
It was as if the girls were in a trance—everything that was happening seemed to them to be fantastic and unreal, and as if they were afraid that their pleasure-filled negativity would evaporate in a terrible moment, the girls surrendered completely to the feelings of lust, desire, and passion that overwhelmed them. As soon as the next images appeared on the screen, the men retreated from their passions, from which all the beauties simultaneously uttered a disappointed moan, full of the desire to continue the forbidden bliss. Nevertheless, the men sat back in their chairs with unimaginable self-control. The smiles on their faces and the way the men looked at the kneeling women made it clear that the girls were now completely at the mercy of the Africans.
But neither Lisa, nor Nastya, nor even Alina, who had the most powerful orgasm of her life, wanted anything more than to give themselves completely to their black masters. The girls looked at the screen, surprised to see that there were only two pictures. The first showed two sluts caressing each other's pussies, their bodies intertwined in a ball, and the second showed a submissive white bitch crawling under the feet of dark-skinned men.
While Alina tried to figure out which picture she was referring to, Lisa crawled over to the blonde. Alina just smiled approvingly at her friend, and when she brought her full lips up to hers, the beauties shared a passionate, wet kiss, exploring each other's tongues and mouths with such enthusiasm, as if it were the last kiss of their lives. But neither Lisa nor Alina had any intention of stopping there. After a moment, the red-haired beauty was on top of the blonde and began to cover not only Alina's lips with kisses but also her neck, shoulders, exposed collarbones, etc. It seemed that Elisabeth's lips were everywhere, exploring her friend's body with an enthusiasm that Alina's husband had never dreamed of. But the blonde's last thought was of her husband. While Elizabeth's hands gently caressed Alina's body as if it were a gift wrapped in a leopard-print bodysuit, the blonde clumsily explored her friend's naked body, not understanding why she liked to feel the skin of the girl lying on top of her.
Alina was inexperienced in caressing women, but she was eager to show everything she was capable of, and that's why, having recognized the moment, she plunged both her hands into Lisa's beautiful hair and, in turn, rushed to cover the beauty's body with kisses: face, neck, upper chest, shoulders... everywhere she could reach. Soon she moved to her breasts. Feeling Lisa's ecstasy as she removed the leopard outfit from the blonde's body, Alina, as if she wanted to prove to herself and her more experienced friend that she was also worth something in lesbian affairs, carefully caressed every inch of the red-haired beauty's breasts with her lips. When Alina found the hard nipple of Elizaveta's breast with her lips, the red-haired bitch suddenly pressed her friend against her and whispered, as if in prayer:
"Suck, fuck, yes..."
Alina did not have to repeat this twice. The girl took great pleasure in what was happening, no less than her horny partner, and began to play with Lisa's nipples, feeling the clothes falling from her own body. Now Alina, like her friends, was completely naked. And although the swimsuit flew somewhere in the corner of the room, Alina now cared less about the fact that, for the first time, she was not seen completely naked by her husband but by four Africans who watched with superiority as the girls caressed their feet and gently massaged their huge black dicks. The realization that she and Lisa were like sex slaves, pleasuring each other in front of their masters, filled Alina with animal lust. Her hands went down and she began to caress Lisa's ass and pussycat clumsily, roughly, and insistently. She let out a loud moan of pleasure and bit the blonde's neck. Alina took this as a signal to continue and immediately plunged two of her fingers into Elizaveta's flowing breasts, one of which had a wedding ring on it.
"Yes, shit...!" Lisa breathed heavily, and Alina felt her friend's body tremble in her arms. Lisa was coming, moaning loudly, and screaming something unintelligible. As her orgasm began to fade, she took Alina's head in her palms and kissed her lover tenderly. At the same time, realizing that Alina had not yet experienced the pleasure of orgasm and not wanting to leave her friend without such a gift, Lisa took the initiative herself—literally. She started stroking, touching, groping, and caressing the blonde's body, who closed her eyes in pleasure and only moaned softly, feeling how her experienced friend gave her new pleasure with every new movement and brought her to orgasm.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Alina whispered. Lisa's fingers were already dancing dangerously close to the blonde beauty's pussycat, and she could only beg her friend to insert one or more fingers into the hot, juicy hole.
"Come on!" the blonde almost shouted, and at the same second, Elizaveta, lifting Alina's body slightly by her ass, plunged two fingers into her pussycat. Lisa's thumb massaged the blonde's anal ring, and the redhead could feel the ease with which Alina's ass was ready to accept her fingers inside. Tyrell must have worked the married blonde bitch's ass pretty well while she was passed out from her previous orgasm. Or maybe the blonde's ass was just waiting for an opportunity to grab something other than her husband's finger. Lisa decided to find out the answer to this question, and while Alina was shaking from the orgasmic spasms of her friend's two fingers in her pussycat, Lisa inserted her thumb into the soft blonde's ass.
"FUCK!" Alina screamed or cried with pleasure, her orgasm seeming to intensify a hundredfold, exploding in her head with a myriad of fireworks. Her body shook, and her moans became so loud that Lisa immediately joined her friend in a passionate kiss to muffle them a bit. The red-haired b*tch did not take her fingers out.
"This bitch loves to be fucked in the ass," one of the guys remarked approvingly. Both Alina and Lisa were in a semi-conscious state after the orgasms that shook them and did not understand what their beautiful audience was saying.
"Fuck it, I want to fuck that blonde bitch!"
But if the girls, stroking each other's bodies in a post-orgasmic kiss, did not understand or did not want to understand the meaning of the phrases spoken by the Africans, Nastya understood everything perfectly. The brunette tried with great pleasure to play the role of the submissive whore she had always been. Being in front of big black dicks, Nastya immediately realized that for these men she would be the best woman in the world. The girl watched with a little jealousy how the guys jerked their cocks, absorbed in the lesbian show going on in front of them, and tried to pay attention to herself.
"Let me please you, my master!" She crawled like a kitten to Jared, who was closest to her.
"Beg me, female!" The African threw her contemptuously, not taking his eyes off Alina and Lisa's caresses. Nastya was furious at this rudeness. She threw herself at the man's feet and began to kiss them, swallowing his fingers and licking his hairy legs. Her pussy juices flowed like a waterfall, but the girl knew that she would not be allowed to caress her cave by herself. All she could hope for was the generosity of her masters.
Jared, clearly enjoying the passion with which Anastasia began to caress him, turned his black eyes on the girl and said roughly:
"Take care of my friends too, slave."
Nastya didn't need to be told twice. The girl, moving her ass seductively and feeling her breasts throbbing with every movement, crawled to the next ebony god. It turned out to be Tyrell. The man's cock rose above the crawling Nastya like a guiding star, and the beauty's mind was now filled with one thought: let me gag on this divine black cock! Anastasia began to pleasure Tyrell; the hair from the handsome African's legs found its way into her mouth, but the brunette didn't care. She relished the gift of being able to touch this perfect body. The toes of the man's left foot were in the bitch's mouth; she began to suck them submissively, barely holding back her gag, paying no attention to the tears that came out, and only looking eagerly into the eyes of Tyrell, who paid attention to the girl and began to push his foot into the woman's wide open mouth.
"Good girl," the man praised the girl, then roughly shoved the brunette away from him and nodded to Prince. Anastasia just bowed in submission, pushed her ass back, and crawled to the next gentleman.
Unlike his companions, Prince didn't jerk his dick; it just rose like a black club, defying all the laws of physics. The fat man's huge balls hung from the chair he was sitting in like two stuffed bags, and Nastya wanted their contents more than anything else in the world. After briefly caressing the big man's legs, the girl climbed higher, caressed the man's huge thighs with her dirty tongue, and, without waiting for permission, buried her face in the huge black balls. The girl could not even imagine how much sperm was in those vaults, but with her tongue, she began to explore the man's scrotum with the obedience typical only of real whores. She wrapped her lips around the man's skin, trying to take the huge balls into her mouth, wetting them with saliva. She did not even dare to raise her eyes to look at Prince's face; she was afraid that, for such freedom, she would immediately be forbidden to caress those beautiful reservoirs of nectar. But judging by the big man's heavy breathing, he was enjoying the caresses.
"I think it's time for the last picture," Lamar said, not hiding the superiority in his voice.
Anastasia wanted to pull away from Prince's balls to watch her new assignment, but the big guy wouldn't let her. He pushed the girl back roughly and said,
"Harder, bitch!"
The submissive Anastasia took great pleasure in licking the man's balls with double zeal, hoping not to be punished for not completing the task on the screen. Or, on the contrary, punished properly...
As for the tasks that appeared on the screen, anyone who saw them would have realized that the Africans had decided to put an end to their innocent amusement and get down to business, much to the delight of the girls. Each picture was meant for a specific girl. Lisa had to arch her back and put her ass for the black cock; Nastya had to get down on all fours and, it seems, finally feel the huge black organ in her pussy; and in the picture intended for Alina, the black cock penetrated her wide-open anus!
Neither Anastasia, who buried her face in Prince's thick balls, nor Alina and Elizabeth, who were kissing each other tenderly, lying on the floor wet with their sexual secretions, saw the tasks that appeared on the screen, and so the Africans, as if they had been waiting for it all evening, took control of the action.
Lisa lay on top of Alina and gently stroked her friend's body, which was still shaking from the powerful orgasm. Very gently, wanting to prolong the moment of intimacy as much as possible, the girls touched their lips and played with each other's tongues, making barely audible moans over the loud music. That's why Lisa was a little surprised when someone grabbed her hair roughly and pulled her to her feet. The girl looked back incomprehensively at her tormentor, who turned out to be Lamar but did not dare to say a word—this rudeness only turned her on.
The beauty took incredible pleasure in the feeling of someone else controlling her body. Alina reached out for her best friend, but as soon as Lisa was torn away from her, the red-haired girl was already absorbed by the image on the TV screen. The redhead's hair was still in Lamar's hand, and the man, holding the girl by it as if on a leash, led her to the table against the wall and bent her over, arching the firm, rounded ass of the married redheaded slut. Lisa leaned back, wanting to feel the man's cock in her holes. The memories of the pleasure she had received after earning the opportunity to rub her excited pussycat's cock were still fresh in her mind. Now Elizabeth's breasts burned with the same lustful flame, and the beauty desperately wanted to feel her business partner's huge organ in her holes again. She almost begged for it in the African language, for which she received a loud slap on her bottom, and then she felt something that made her not only let out a loud moan of pleasure but scream, unable to contain the ecstasy:
"Oh my God, it's huge!"
The man's cock, soaked with his pre-cum and the secretions of the redheaded woman bent over him, froze at the entrance to her excited pussycat. Elizabeth could not quite believe her sensations; it seemed to her that a real baseball bat was waiting near her hole. Despite the irresistible desire to move backward to feel the African's cock inside her damp little cave, Elizabeth froze for a moment, as if trying to understand if she could take such a huge organ inside her. Lamar, as if mocking her, did not hurry. Only his incredible black cock trembled slightly, mockingly opening and closing the labia of Elizabeth, who was about to lose control.
What about her friends? Elizabeth was almost face down on the table, so she couldn't see what was happening to Anastasia and Alina, but if she had, she would have enjoyed it even more.
Anastasia was so absorbed in the caresses she was giving Prince's huge balls that she didn't immediately feel someone's big hands on her ass. When she pulled away for a second and turned her face back, covered in Prince's saliva and pre-cum, the brunette saw Jared slowly jacking his eleven-inch cock and kneading her buttocks. The view was magnificent: the beauty's soaked pussy oozing sweet juices, and above it, waving mockingly at the man, was the clean hole of the slutty brunette's anus. But he wasn't interested in that right now. Instead, Jared slapped Anastasia's left cheek and stuck his big black cock into the girl's pussycat for a few seconds while Lamar played with the submissive slut's labia. Anastasia went crazy from the action, and to muffle her moans, she just buried herself in Prince's balls again, trying to swallow them whole, which of course was impossible.
Tyrell took care of Alina, who remained on the floor. He approached the beauty, and she gave him the same look that the priestesses of her gods might have given him if they had decided to come down from heaven. The African's figure was mottled with muscles that seemed to grow on each other in defiance of all the laws of human anatomy. But the African was no man for Alina. Now he was her most desired tool, devoid of personality or even a name. It was the most perfect lover Alina could imagine. She did not think of her husband at all now; even the thought of Kirill standing next to such a perfect man seemed to her to be a violation of every conceivable and unimaginable law.
Alina tried to get up from the floor, but Tyrell lowered himself on top of her. Unable to control herself, Alina pushed forward to merge with the African in a hot kiss. He responded—passionately and tenderly at the same time—and the blonde lost her head. She was in a state of wild ecstasy from what was happening and did not realize that, for the first time in her life, she was lying completely naked in front of a strange man. And not just lying there, but wanting—no, praying in her depraved soul—that this black-skinned Apollo would possess her.
"Please," she begged, refusing to believe what she was saying. Yet the girl felt neither shame nor fear. Just a wild desire to have what she had always deserved—the cock of a real man who wanted her.
Tyrell placed the beauty on her back. Alina glanced to the side and saw Anastasia at the mercy of two handsome men at once. From what she saw, the blonde felt both excitement and envy. The beauty's hand—the one with the wedding ring on it—crept to her pussycat and began to caress it. Alina could only pray that the reward Nastya had found—a big black cock—would be given to her as well. And suddenly, she felt it. But contrary to her expectations, Tyrell's cock wasn't aimed at her pussycat. The man lifted the blonde's legs and, holding them effortlessly with one hand, drove the head of his huge organ along Alina's anus, smearing both his secretions and the juices flowing from the girl's wet, excited pussycat.
"What... what are you doing?" Alina struggled to control the pleasure that overwhelmed her. She could feel that the hole in her ass wasn't so virginal anymore. During the evening, when Tyrell's two fingers and then Lisa's thumb had been inside her, her anus had stretched a bit and was not even closed, attracting the African with its darkness. But it was still too small for Tyrell's huge cock to enter.
"You're too big!" Alina said it with a gasp. Surprisingly, there was no fear in her voice; it was as if she were warning her lover of possible difficulties and apologizing for the fact that her ass was so incapable, and she was not afraid of what might happen. Especially since the girl's overflowing excitement was so strong that the beauty wanted to... try. Even if she didn't realize it.
"Oh, Lord..." she said as Tyrell finally stopped playing with her anus and, conveniently intercepting Alina's ass, pressed down on it, bringing the head of his huge black cock inside.
