As summer failed, drifting away inexorably into the past, darkness enveloping the city earlier and earlier each night, people dealt with it in different ways. Some people relished the chance to spend more time indoors with their families, like Emily and Margaret Gerrard. Mother and ******** could often be found in the new flat the former had bought. She had sold her house and moved in with her youngest ********, eschewing her old life for an exciting new one in the city.
This new home was large, expensive and partially financed by Tandino Enterprises behind the scenes, a reward for Emily’s bringing her mother into Project Blackout. It was also private, situated in a building in the centre of the city, yet high up above, away from the noise. A perfect place for a mother and ******** to explore their new, extremely taboo relationship. Nobody seemed to notice the increasing numbers of black men who visited the pair either.
Other people decided to devote themselves to good causes, spending time at their church instead of with their loving husbands. Orla Smith was one of these people, spending every spare moment she had “doing good work” at her local church. Her husband was delighted with her new dedication to charity, though perhaps he wouldn’t have been too happy to discover just what his darling wife was giving away to the poor and the needy.
Her body, for one. Since her awakening she had given up her pussy at least a hundred times to the new vicar and his friends. She was insatiable and so was her womb. She would joke that it would growl and grumble at her if it wasn’t being constantly fed with hot, sticky sperm.
For her sister, she was over the moon about Orla’s decision to worship black cock. Corina Burbank now, to her anyway, had an almost perfect life. Sex on tap with both men and women, a loving ****** oblivious to her second life, plus a job that was getting easier by the day, despite her boss thinking she was overworked. She wondered where she would be if had not been for that chance encounter with Vanessa in the café.
Her and Emily had even been put on the front of the latest porn film produced by Tandino’s PB Studios offshoot, which stood for Project Blackout. It was called ‘The New Breed’ and had already become very popular online. She’d even done a few interviews with interracial sex websites about her new lifestyle choice.
As time went by, however, she realised that there were two things she had to do before she could be truly liberated and happy. She just had to figure out a way of doing it.
---
“You seen Mich... I mean, Mr Tandino’s e-mail yet, Corina?” Emily said, almost falling into an overly familiar tone in front of her boss. Usually she’d wait until they were alone or out of earshot of Rose, but she was just too excited.
“Yes, that is Mr Tandino, Emily,” Rose said, feigning a stern look. She couldn’t be too angry, though. The whole project was going amazingly well and she was confident she could offer the girl a full time position at the organisation. As for Corina Burbank, she was due a promotion for her work, but that would come soon enough.
“Anyway, what e-mail is this?”
“Oh, um, it’s just about... you know, the new place they’ve earmarked for that nightclub.”
“Nightclub? Oh... yes, I seem to remember now. Okay, well, I won’t keep you two. If they want a response, better get on it.”
The two women nodded to their boss and left the small office kitchen. Rose looked after them. There was something about the way the two of them interacted, like they were very close... too close? She shrugged her shoulders. Probably just because of how much they had to work together on this Tandino project. She’d have to keep an eye on them, she mused. She couldn’t jeopardise everything because of impropriety in the office. Corina was almost old enough to be the girl’s mother, after all...
---
“You’re going to love this!” Emily beamed as they sat down at their desk. “Seriously, it’s awesome.”
“As awesome as that scene for the next DVD where you and your mother...?”
“Oh, well, perhaps not THAT awesome!” Emily blushed, giggling. “You know I still want you and her to...”
“Uh-huh,” Corina grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m eager to... get to know her better. Time, though, dear. Just have to find the time!”
“Cool, I’m really looking forward to it... but the e-mail, read it before I burst!”
“Okay!” Corina chuckled, unlocking her computer. “Right, let’s see...”
The e-mail Emily was referring to was the top of the list. Well, there was some spam about penis enlargement above it, but with the men she was seeing in recent times, she was certain this wasn’t what Emily was referring to.
She opened it up and began to read.
“Hi guys, Vanessa here. Work on refurbishing the nightclub has gone very well and we’re almost ready for opening night. There’s a special private section, completely closed off from the public, where we’re going to put on live sex shows. We want you two to be the stars of the opening night! I’ll just assume you guys will say yes, of course. V.”
Emily watched as Corina’s grin grew broader as she read the e-mail. The older woman looked up at her young lover when she’d finished.
“Sounds like that’ll be fun,” she said. Emily nodded vigorously.
“Oh yes, sooooooo much fun.”
----
Mei Ling stood at the window of her new apartment, looking out over the city below. Like Emily, she’d been given a new place to live by Tandino’s organisation, an ultra-modern apartment that looked like something out of a catalogue. The window she was looking out went from ceiling to floor and was the width of one side of her apartment. She loved to look out of it at the world below, thinking about how much life for her had changed since she’d arrived in the country.
She loved to do this naked, wondering if people would look up and see her standing there. She was too far away, but she still wanted it to happen. She couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d worn any clothing at all. Was it a week ago? Two?
She didn’t care either way. She loved being naked and, of course, being nude meant that when her lovers came round, there was no time wasted disrobing. She could just fuck. Which is all she wanted to do. Over and over, all day and night.
Mei Ling smiled contentedly, rubbing her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, though it wouldn’t be long before she did. A healthy baby was growing inside her, product of... who knew what man inseminating her. She didn’t care and, in fact, not knowing made her wet with excitement even know. She was so awful, so slutty, so ... happy. There was only one thing that could make her happier, she mused.
“You still looking out there?” Bam-Bam said from behind her. She felt him move close, his massive cock pressing against her naked skin. She shivered with pleasure.
“Yes, master,” she said, turning her head and kissing her lover. “I was thinking too... about how I want you and your friends to fuck me on the balcony. I hope people see me taking you all. I would really like that.”
“Nah, it’s cold out there!” Bam-Bam complained. Mei Ling looked disappointed, but thought he was probably right. She could feel his length throbbing against her back. Unable to control herself, she turned and dropped to her knees. Placing a hand on each of his thighs, she took his cock into her mouth, devouring it greedily and taking more and more down her throat with each bob of her head.
“Damn, you are getting better at this shit, slut!” Bam-Bam grimaced as she expertly worked her mouth over his member. Thrusting his whole length down her throat, she pulled away, admiring how wet and sloppy it was afterwards. His balls required her attention next and she lapped at them while stroking his shaft with her left hand.
Returning to his shaft, she buried it in her throat and winked up at him. He grinned and put both hands on the back of her head. Mei Ling loved to be treated roughly, she had discovered, and she loved to have her throat fucked while masturbating herself at the same time. As Bam-Bam began to brutally skull-fuck her, she furiously stroked her clit and thrust four fingers of her other hand into her gushing pussy.
She heard her phone buzz, a call coming through, but she ignored it. She was desperately close to orgasm now, the oxygen deprivation making her lightheaded. As he rammed every inch down her throat, her gag reflex expertly controlled after experiencing so much of this recently, she felt her whole body quiver and shake as her climax tore through her.
She fell backwards, body writhing and spasming, gulping in air as the cock was removed suddenly from her windpipe. Bam-Bam didn’t give her a moment’s respite, pressing her body to the floor, spreading her legs and sliding his enormous cock up into her slippery pussy. She yelped with glee and wrapped herself around him, pulling him close to her as he fucked her hard. The phone buzzed again, but once more she ignored it.
“Fuck my cunt!” she yelled as she felt another orgasm building swiftly. “Fuck! FUCK!”
She came again, but he wasn’t ready to do so just yet. As she soared to peaks of pleasure, he flipped her over and pressed her down into the floor. She felt him enter her ass in one swift move, his cock so lubricated already he met no resistance. He wanted to finish in her guts, she grinned. She loved it when he did that.
The phone buzzed yet again as Bam-Bam roared, emptying his balls deep, deep into her rectum, his entire length thrust up into her. As the two lovers got their breath, it went off for a fourth time.
“Get that shit, slut,” Bam-Bam said, finally letting himself slip out of her asshole’s warm embrace. She gingerly got to her feet, feeling sperm beginning to ooze out, and went to retrieve her mobile. She picked up and swore in Chinese as she saw who was calling her.
“It is my mother,” she sighed, answering the call. Bam-Bam watched as she spoke in Mandarin for a while. As she spoke, oblivious to his presence, he had an idea...
Mei Ling let out a loud yelp of surprise as she felt Bam-Bam slip his still hard cock into her pussy, beginning to slowly screw her, hands on her her breasts, as she spoke to her mother.
“No, mother, I ... just thought I saw a spider,” she said in Mandarin, trying to suppress the pleasurable sensations of having a thick, black cock slowly sliding up into her body. “I... mmm... yes... I ... nnngh-okay... what? WHAT?”
She suddenly went cold and pulled away from Bam-Bam. A twinge of regret as she felt his cock fall out of her, but what her mother had said had washed away her desires in an instant.
“Yes, we are coming to your country tomorrow,” her mother repeated. “We want to see how you are getting on. We worry for you, keep you away from boys and make sure you study hard.”
“But... I am fine, mother, everything is perfect.”
“No, we are coming,” her mother said, resolute. “I have sent the flight details to you. Please meet us there. We are bringing your little cousin Bin Bin.”
“Little? She is 18.”
“Yes, but she is still little in her mind. Very impressionable and her father thinks some boys in their neighbourhood want to ... well, not for you to worry about. He worries she will disgrace herself, so we will take her away, let her calm down. With you, she can see a good example of how a woman should live. Yes?”
Mei Ling suppressed a laugh. Oh yes, a prime example of a real woman - knocked up with a black baby, addicted to sex, sperm dripping from her freshly fucked asshole. She wondered if Bin Bin might be so impressionable that the pretty young thing might follow in her cousin’s footsteps after all. Yes, that would be most agreeable.
But how could she explain all this to her parents? Her luxury apartment, the fact her belly would soon be swelling with a black baby, the inevitable meeting with Bam-Bam and his crew. She would have to get him out of the way, make sure he didn’t blow her cover, as it were. She had a lot of thinking to do.
---
“Congratulations, Mrs Smith, you are going to be a mother!” the doctor said. Orla was back in a regular hospital now, no longer needing ‘Dr’ Tandino’s unique brand of medicine. She was still ******* of the deception, but she was very glad for all that had happened. For the past few weeks, she’d had had sex with a huge number of men, not one of which was her husband. He was white and she had taken a vow, on her knees in front of six naked black studs, to never touch white male flesh again. She took this vow very seriously. She had even taken her wedding ring off to make it.
Still, the official pronouncement of her newly bred status was overwhelming for her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she dabbed at them with a handkerchief.
“Yes, I’m happy to say all the tests indicate you are 100 percent definitely with child, as they say,” the female doctor said. “I see in your notes that you’ve had a lot of trouble conceiving... mainly because of your husband’s low sperm count. Can I just ask... how did you get around that?”
“I... er... well, I’m not sure I feel...”
“You had sex with a man outside your marriage, didn’t you?” the doctor said.
Orla didn’t reply, too surprised by what was happening. “How dar... what do you think you are saying?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” the doctor said, still smiling happily. “I just... well, let’s say I think I know where you are coming from.”
The doctor stood up slowly and crossed to the window. She pulled down the blinds and then moved to the door, locking it. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face Orla, who sat openmouthed as the doctor started to unbutton her white coat.
As the last button popped open, the coat was pulled open to reveal a stunning body, heaving breasts and a large tattoo on the woman’s flat belly. A huge Queen of Spades symbol covered her stomach and Orla slowly dragged her eyes up the doctor’s perfect physique to her face, a sultry grin on her face as she looked down at her patient.
“I think,” she said, “that your solution is something we both have in common... a distinct love for black men and what swings so deliciously between their legs.”
Orla was still speechless as the doctor stepped slowly over to her and, to her amazement, sat down on Orla’s lap, legs wide and straddling her. She put her arms around Orla’s neck and leaned forward, their faces a foot apart. She looked deep into the doctor’s eyes.
“Us girls gotta stick together too, you know,” the doctor said before pressing her lips against Orla’s. Involuntarily, Orla opened her mouth and accepted the woman’s tongue, the kiss becoming increasingly passionate. She put her hands on the doctor’s back and pulled her close as they kissed, feeling the heat of her pussy on her lap.
“Oh God,” Orla said, pulling away, her lipstick smeared all over the place. “Why...?”
“Because you’re gorgeous, woman,” the doctor grinned at her, stroking her face. “And there’s something that awakens in us when we ... choose this lifestyle. All sorts of things just become... cool when you recognise that we’re sluts. I love that word. “Slut”. I like to be called a slut, we should claim that word as our own as women. Don’t let men define us as bad because of it. It should be our word for saying we’re sexually liberated... and, as sluts, we can FUCK whoever we want, girls or boys. So... are you a slut, Orla Smith?”
Orla grinned. “Oh, yes!”
They kissed again, hands exploring each other, before the doctor broke away again.
“One more thing, my little slut,” she said. “You might be interested to know that those black lovers of yours - and yes, you can’t just have one, can you? - put triplets inside your fucking belly. Three black babies. That’s just about the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve heard for a while. Now... I want a taste of your married pussy... then you can get a taste of mine.”
---
“The doctor?” Corina said, sipping her cocktail. Her sister sat across the table from her, wearing an outfit that, a few weeks before, would have appalled her. Now she looked natural, like she’d never turned into the grumpy, dour stay-at-home wife she had been for so long. She was a sexual being now, drawing attention from everyone around them at the club.
“I know,” Orla grinned, hand unconsciously touching her bare stomach. “I was stunned, but yeah, we fucked right there. She made me cum over and over, she was insatiable.”
“Didn’t she have any patients to see her or anything?” Corina asked.
“She said they could go fuck themselves,” Orla chuckled. “Though she may have said something, she had a mouthful of my cunt at the time.”
“I wish I had a mouthful of it right now,” Corina winked.
“Don’t worry,” Orla said. “The night is still young...”
Corina was just about to reply when Mei Ling, Emily, Vanessa and Margaret returned from the bar, bearing a tray of drinks.
“Drink up, ladies, I have a surprise for you!” Vanessa said, handing out the glasses. “As you know, this new nightclub is owned by my erstwhile employer and, as such, I and people I choose have access to special privileges here. So, with that in mind... there’s a large penthouse suite at the top of this building. I have the key... and I was hoping you all would come upstairs with me after we’ve got stupidly ***** and celebrate the upcoming opening night with a glorious night of sapphic erotica.”
Blank stares all round.
“In other words, we got trashed out of our skulls and then have a big fucking lesbian orgy until we all pass out.”
Orla tossed her drink down her neck in one gulp. “Then we’d better get drinking! Just the idea of you all naked... mmmm, makes me shiver and my cunt is so fucking wet right now.”
---
Colin sat at home. Alone again. Corina was out somewhere, he didn’t know where. He sighed, wondering what was going on with his life these days. It seemed like he spent every night looking after his *********, their mother disappearing until the small hours, sometimes - most of the time, actually - never even bothering to come home at all.
The girls didn’t seem to mind. They were in their own worlds. School, the growing interest in boys, homework, video games, whatever other things teen girls liked. Colin tried his best, but he knew he wasn’t up to the task of connecting with them like their mother.
What else could he do? He wasn’t strong enough to challenge his wife, not even before she’d started to display more dominant behaviour in the past few months. Something had changed, but he couldn’t figure out what. Perhaps it was just that he couldn’t face the prospect of what was most likely - that she was having an affair. A fairly brazen affair considering how she didn’t even attempt now to hide the fact she was out all the time for non-work reasons.
He couldn’t say he blamed her for going astray, however. He felt worthless himself and he knew he was constantly disappointing her romantically. She’d stuck by him for so long though... what had changed in her life that had made her seek solace in another’s arms?
If that’s what she had done...
If...
Colin sighed. He held grimly onto the slim hope she wasn’t cheating on him. If people found out, would he lose some of his clients? Would people laugh at him behind his back, the helpless cuckold, the worthless husband? Could he handle that shame? So many thoughts flew through his mind, unwanted, crushing his spirit.
He held the invitation in his hand. A friend had given it to him, a VIP pass to a ‘secret’ show at the new nightclub in town at the weekend. Apparently it was going to be “naughty”. He smiled weakly. At least he could get a measure of revenge by ogling some exotic dancers or strippers or whatever they were going to have. Corina wouldn’t know and he’d feel a bit better. Not much, but a bit. His parents could look after the kids for one night. He deserved this break. What could possibly go wrong?
---
Just as her husband was sitting in despair at home, Corina’s legs were spread wide as her own sister greedily ate her pussy. She screamed as her orgasm sent tremors of ecstasy through her body, but her yells of pleasure were muffled by Emily grinding her own cunt into Corina’s face. Before her view was obscured, she caught a glimpse of Mei Ling and Vanessa tonguing each of Margaret's holes, the older woman squealing as Mei Ling thrust her fist up into her sloppy vagina.
The scene was like something out of the nightmares of her old self, but now everything just made her head spin with excitement. It was so filthy, so depraved, so... utterly wonderful to share herself with these women, to have five lovers of her own sex, one her very own flesh and blood. She ate Emily’s pussy with renewed vigour as she felt Orla stuff a huge dildo into her gushing twat.
---
Tandino watched the video feed from the girls’ room as the orgy progressed. A young girl, barely 18, bobbed her head up and down on his massive cock, desperate to drain his balls and fill her throat with his cum. A black man in a fine suit entered the room.
“The plans all in place?”
“Yes, he has the invitation,” the man said. “We’ll make sure to put him right in the centre of the audience, get a good view of his wife as she puts on a show.”
“Excellent,” Tandino said, pushing the girl’s head down, his cock easily pushing into her throat. “It’ll be fascinating to see how he reacts. If he does make a bolt for it, detain him. We don’t want him causing problems. We can... adjust his viewpoint, make him see where we are coming from. From what I hear, he’s spineless anyway, so will just sit there and watch anyway, but just in case...”
“Yes, sir,” the man nodded.
“Now... this little slut’s got a tight fucking pussy, if you fancy a piece of it?”
The man grinned, his cock already stiff and out of his trousers. The girl groaned as he moved behind her, every inch sliding smoothly into her teenage cunt.
----
Mei Ling stood in the airport arrivals area, alone in a sea of people, holding a board with her parents’ name on it. She’d been there for half an hour, frustrated and desperate for sex. She was hopelessly addicted, she now realised. Perhaps she should seek help... no, fuck that, I’ll just have more sex! She chuckled at the thought and had to suppress the images of big, black cocks flooding her mind and moistening her undergarments.
She patted her belly absently, happy with what was contained within. She just wondered how she could juggle all her lies to her parents. Just one slip and everything would come crashing down. A part of her wanted this to happen, of course. Let them see who she really was - an intense sexual being, a grown woman making her own decisions. If they cut her off, screw them. She’d get by, especially with the help of Tandino and his generosity.
“Bao be! Bao be!” a shrill voice cried out and Mei Ling spotted her mother running towards her, tears in her eyes, her father shuffling along behind her with the luggage. Behind him was her cousin, Bin Bin. Mei Ling’s mouth dropped open slightly as her young cousin walked up towards her, a strange smile on her lips. She was stunningly gorgeous, long legs, sizeable breasts, red lips, silky hair, lithe and slim figure. The girl was looking curiously at Mei Ling, wondering why she was paying attention to her and not to her own mother.
“Ah, my lovely ********, so good to see you! You look well, better than I expected! I hope you don’t eat too much rubbish Western food. No chips, they are not proper food. Your studies are good, yes? Please, tell me they are good...”
“Auntie!” Bin Bin said. Even her voice was gorgeous, Mei Ling gulped. “Let her breathe, I’m sure she’ll tell you everything she’s been up to. We don’t have to do it all in the airport!”
Mei Ling’s father grunted his agreement and the ****** moved off, the elderly couple moving ahead slightly while Mei Ling dropped back to be with Bin Bin.
“So... you look a bit different to the last time I saw you,” Mei Ling said. Bin Bin nodded.
“Yes, I’ve done a lot of growing up in recent years. I think,” she said, “just like my cousin, yes?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Mei Ling said.
“Oh, I think there’s a lot of things you won’t be telling dear Auntie about your trip here,” Bin Bin grinned wickedly.
“I’m just here to study hard and then...”
“Please, I’m not like them,” Bin Bin said, her grin gone and an expression of complete seriousness replacing it. “I begged to come on this trip. I just had to get away from my own ****** and then this opportunity came up. I had to grab it. I want to be just like you, Mei Ling.”
“Why? What’s so special about me?”
“I can tell,” Bin Bin said. “The way you looked at me... Auntie worries about you falling for a Western boy, but I think she doesn’t have to worry about that. You’re more likely to fall for a girl... you’re a lesbian.”
Mei Ling’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything.
“Just the way you looked at me, like I was ... edible? You were almost salivating!”
“Um... no, it’s not like that...” Mei Ling said, though she could hear how feeble she sounded. Sighing, she gave in.
“Okay, fine, I... did look at you like that, because... and you can’t tell my parents... yes, I do like girls. A lot.”
“Haha, I knew it!” Bin Bin laughed and, to Mei Ling’s surprise, took her hand in her’s. “I won’t tell, I know how close-minded our elders can be... and I also think you are very, very sexy, Mei Ling. So... yeah, don’t worry. I... damn, I’m not usually lost for words...”
Mei Ling knew what was coming. She grinned at her cousin and whispered swiftly in her ear.
“Do you want to fuck?”
For the first time since she’d seen her, it was Bin Bin’s turn to do a double take.
“Are you serious?” she said, finally. “You... me... fuck?”
“Not so loud,” Mei Ling giggled. “And yes, totally serious. You want my pussy, you can have it. After all, you are ******.”
The girls both laughed together, Mei Ling’s mother turning around and frowning at them. They pretended to look bashful and adopted a serious facade, but underneath both girls’ hearts were beating like crazy and they kept snatching looks at each other.
Finally, Bin Bin whispered again. “What about boys?”
Mei Ling wondered for a second how much to tell her cousin, but then thought that just the secret of her lust for female flesh would be enough to condemn her for all eternity in her mother’s eyes... so why not go all the way?
She smiled at her cousin, saying nothing.
“So... you do have a boyfriend here? Is he Western? Is he rich? Will we meet him?”
“Weeeeell, I guess you could say I had a boyfriend, yes,” Mei Ling said. When Bin Bin just looked at her quizzically, she continued. “You could also say I had... a lot of boyfriends...”
“Lots?” Bin Bin’s jaw dropped. “I don’t understand...”
“I mean that I have more than one male friend, simple,” Mei Ling giggled.
“What, two boyfriends?”
Mei Ling pointed her finger at the ceiling.
“THREE?”
Still the finger pointed up.
“Holy shit!” Bin Bin said, laughing. “You are ... “
Mei Ling raised one eyebrow.
“... so cool, I mean, like, completely amazing! Okay, so I’m going to say a number and you point again... oh fuck, I hope... oh fuck... FIFTY?”
Mei Ling kept her hand by her side for a few seconds then slowly raised it, Bin Bin’s eyes wider and wider as she raised it and pointed upwards once again.
“Oh fuck... I can’t believe it,” Bin Bin said. They were outside now, the crowds thinning out and their voices beginning to carry further. “Look, we’ll talk about it later, okay? I... wow. Wait, one more thing... a hundred?”
Mei Ling grinned, pointing upwards again.
“I don’t really know how many, Bin Bin,” she said. “Just... a lot. That should be enough.”
As they moved into the car park, her mother suddenly stopped and turned to face Mei Ling.
“Wait a second,” she said. “Why are we here? You have a car?”
“Er... yes! Well, no, it is... a friend’s car. They are lending it to me so I can pick you up properly, not have to worry about trains, okay?”
“I see,” her mother said, eyeing her suspiciously. “You haven’t got involved with some foreign man, have you? Is it his car?”
For a split second, Mei Ling wanted to blurt out that it was the car from one of the black men she regularly had filling her womb with cum... but she didn’t say that.
Instead she just shook her head.
“No, mother, I promise I haven’t,” she sighed, feigning frustration. “I’ve told you often enough, white men are not interesting to me. Can we not talk about this in front of father, please? It is kind of embarrassing.”
Her mother’s left eyebrow raised slightly, but she said no more about it. Neither did she say anything when Mei Ling unlocked the fabulously expensive Jaguar and helped her parents load up the boot with the farcical amount of luggage they were dragging along with them.
Of course, she couldn’t hold anything back when they got to Mei Ling’s apartment.
“What the fu... this is where you live? Mei Ling, don’t lie now. How do you live in this wonderful place? This is not for students!”
Mei Ling had prepared herself for this.
“Don’t worry, mother, it is the apartment of the person who runs the company where I work. She is out of the country for a long time and she asked people if anyone wanted to ... er, they call it “house sit” for her to make sure it was all clean, tidy and safe for when she returned. I couldn’t really refuse, it is much nicer and better for my studies to live in a great place like this.”
To her surprise, her mother accepted this. She had prepared a whole bunch of additional lies to back up her story, but her mother just nodded and started to examine the place thoroughly, approving and tutting at various intervals. Her father, saying nothing as always, started to take the baggage into the bedroom Mei Ling had indicated for them. As the two older relations busied themselves with their assigned tasks, Bin Bin slipped close to Mei Ling’s side.
“So... where do I sleep then?”
“Well, there’s the sofa or box room... or my bed...?”
“I hope you’re like me and sleep naked...”
“Even if I didn’t, how could I keep my clothes on with such a beauty next to me?” Mei Ling grinned. God, she just wanted to strip and get fucking right then and there, but...
“What are you whispering about?” the sound of her mother’s voice breaking her fantasy. “Bin Bin, help your uncle with the bags. Mei Ling, I have looked and you have very little good food here. Take me to a shop, we need to get some proper vegetables. Too much rubbish in this country. Chips and so on... they’re just not proper food. Come, let’s go now.”
Mei Ling sighed and put her jacket back on. As she did so, Bin Bin handed her her phone.
“I put my number in here in case anything happens,” she said, looking up at her cousin with those beautiful eyes of hers. “And if you ... think of anything else you... might want to say or... you know.”
Mei Ling took her phone back and tapped away for a minute while her mother busied herself with scarves and hats and whatnot. Apparently she was grumbling about the weather. Bin Bin’s phone buzzed and she looked at it.
“We can go out tonight and I can introduce you to some of my male friends... if your tight pussy can handle some big Western dick.”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded furiously. Mei Ling grinned and opened the front door.
“See you later,” she winked, leaving her stunned cousin to re-read the blunt message.
-----
Corinna could hear the sounds from out on the stage. A women, her name was Veronica, was screaming in pleasure as she was fucked roughly up the ass by a naked black man in a ski mask. She shivered with anticipation as the man yelled out, his cries mingling with her’s. It was obvious he was emptying his balls deep, deep into her guts. Corinna couldn’t wait for her turn up on stage, being gang-fucked in front of an audience of strangers. She suppressed the urge to masturbate, concentrating instead on her make-up - she was making herself look as slutty and whorish as possible, really ladling on the stuff - and chatting with her friends to calm her nerves.
Emily and her mother flanked Corinna and they were up on stage next. The bill for the secret sex show had gone heavy on the fact a mother and ******** act were performing lewd acts for the punters. Corinna was determined to get a good view of their show from stage left.
“You girls nearly ready?” Vanessa said to Emily and Margaret, receiving nods in return. Corinna still couldn’t quite believe Emily had seduced her own mother, but looking at the older woman, she was glad to have her as both a friend and a sexual partner. Since her “awakening”, as she called it, Margaret had blossomed. Confident, beautiful and with a body to die for. She apparently had three other ********* too... and both her and Emily were planning on corrupting them too! Corinna licked her lips... another thing she couldn’t wait to see.
Veronica had started yelling again, another man obviously pummelling her ass. She had wanted an all-anal gang-bang, one man after the other just using her as a cum dump. Ten men had already poured their seed into her hole and Corinna had forgotten quite how many she’d agreed to let bust her backdoor open.
“Okay,” Vanessa said, a voice in her headset buzzing away. “Emily, Margie, you are on next after this guy finishes with Veronica. You’ll knock ‘em dead!”
The two women stood up and moved to the curtain separating the backstage area from the crowd of perverts lapping up (metaphorically) the entertainment. Emily was wearing a tight ballet costume, all pink prettiness and innocence. Margaret was dressed conservatively, as if she were a librarian or a teacher.
The cries from the stage reached a crescendo and then, a few moments later, applause as Veronica took her bow. She came back in as the curtain fell, kisses on cheeks as the other women congratulated her on a great show, said how jealous they were of her being buttfucked by so many studs and so on. Corinna’s eyes were locked on the river of sperm spilling down her thighs.
Difficult as it was to tear her gaze away, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Emily and her mother were making their way onto the stage. She couldn’t miss, so while Veronica went to clean up, she parted the stage curtain and began to watch the performance.
----
Emily moved to the middle of the stage, the lights shining on her strong enough so she couldn’t make out the crowd very well. Clearing her throat, she began.
“Oh, I’m all alone in this big city, just a little, innocent young girl with nobody to look after me,” she said. “I think learning ballet will help me make friends and meet new people... but there aren’t any other students in this class! The teacher isn’t even here yet. Oh, what’s a poor, sweet girl to do? Aha, here comes the teacher now. I hope he can help me!”
She turned her to the side theatrically, one hand lightly touching her chest. From the opposite side of the stage came a huge, muscular black man, completely naked and sporting a cock as thick as a baseball bat and easily 12 inches in length. It swung obscenely between his legs as he strode towards her.
“Oh, teacher, did you forget your clothes? Oh my, what are... oh!” Emily feigned surprise as the man, saying nothing, tore her flimsy garments, the sound of it ripping echoing through the auditorium.
“Oh, what have you done?” said Emily as the man ******* her bare, shaved cunt. “Please, don’t hurt me, I’ll .... ooooh!”
The man, behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust his huge cock into her pussy in one easy movement. She was, of course, soaking wet with excitement, despite what the ‘story’ should have demanded. As all 12 inches slid easily in and out of her, Emily’s face changed instantly from mock horror to absolute pleasure. That, at least, was entirely genuine.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!” she gasped as the silent teacher ravaged her. “Oh, it is so naughty, a chaste young girl like me shouldn’t be having sex with a black man... but it is... just... so... fucking... gooooood!”
Emily’s words became grunts of pleasure as she climaxed all over her ‘teacher’s’ prick. The man moved one hand up to her breasts and tore at her clothing again, ripping the thin fabric and ******** her tits to the crowd. From there, his hand grasped her neck, choking her as he continued to pound his meat into her pussy. She gasped and shuddered as a second orgasm followed swiftly on the heels of the first and the man, not trying to hold back, roared as well, and the watching crowd knew he was flooding her womb with his sperm.
He withdrew and exited the stage. Emily dropped to her knees, getting her breath back, her body shuddering over and over as post-orgasmic ripples washed over her. Eventually, she stood, her clothes torn and dishevelled, her make-up all smeared and her pussy oozing cum down her inner thighs.
“Oh my, I’ve been a very bad girl. I think I need to tell my mummy how bad I’ve been so she can punish me accordingly.”
She remained where she was as Margaret stepped up from where she’d been watching her ******** getting fucked.
“What’s been going on here?” Margaret said, casting a stern gaze over her ********’s disorderly appearance. “Have you been messing about with men? You slut!”
“Yes, mother, my ballet teacher, I had sex with him. I’m a very naughty girl, so naughty. I deserve to be punished for my wicked behaviour.”
“Yes, you must!” Margaret yelled. “And I know the perfect punishment for dirty little sluts like you.”
Margaret turned to face the audience and tugged down her skirt abruptly. She was, of course, wearing no underwear.
“Dirty little sluts have to make their mother’s feel better for having dirty little sluts as *********.”
Emily got to her knees and crawled like a dog round to kneel in front of her mother, face inches from her smooth, bare mound.
“Oh yes, mother, I need to be punished!” she said, gleefully. Margaret took her ********’s head in her hands and pulled it to her cunt, Emily beginning to work her eagerly with her tongue.
“Mmm, you fucking whore,” Margaret moaned. “You filthy slut, eat your mother’s cunt. Oh, wow, that feels...”
Emily, an expert now at the tender art of pussy-eating, had already brought her mother to the brink of an orgasm. She had no intention of stopping and sent her mother over the edge quickly. Margaret’s knees buckled and she only held herself up by leaning heavily on Emily’s head.
“Oh my...” she said, finally. “********, you have opened my eyes to new feelings...”
Emily stood, make-up even more smeared now, face covered in her mother’s vaginal juices as well.
“I think your pussy needs some male attention, mother,” Emily said, snapping her fingers.
Two black men appeared on the stage, naked as the other one, as prodigiously endowed as he was too. Margaret grinned as the two men approached.
“Oh my, what big boys they are!”
“Yes, one for you and one for me, dear mother,” Emily said.
“Oh no. No, not at all, filthy slut ********,” Margaret said, putting her hand firmly on her ********’s shoulder. “One for me... and the other for me as well.”
“Ah, come on, that’s just not fair!” Emily pouted. “Two big, thick black cocks and you’re not going to share...”
“I guess that would be a bit cruel... so how about...” Margaret held a hand up and snapped her fingers too. Two more men appeared.
“Ah, now that’s much more like it!” Emily said, the two women splitting up and moving to their chosen twosome. What clothing the two women had left on was soon stripped off and stage hands pushed a large bed out into the middle of the stage. Emily was the first to lie back on it, legs spread and a man following after her, entering her body with ease and eliciting a long, low groan of pure pleasure from the teenager.
Her mouth wasn’t empty for long, her other lover offering his length to her. She gobbled it up greedily while her mother squatted next to her, letting a man underneath her thrust his 13 inch length all the way to the balls up into her stretched cunt, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers louds as gunshots.
Margaret’s second man pushed her forward, pressing her front down on the guy underneath her. Someone in the audience gasped as the second cock entered Margaret’s body, slipping easily up her ass until both were buried to the roots. Seconds later, they were tearing screams of ecstasy from her, ruthlessly fucking both of her holes with as much strength as they could muster.
----
Collin sat up in the middle row, the best seats in the house, as he watched the mother and ******** perform acts he hadn’t thought possible. The men had penises so large he wondered whether they were prosthetics. Nobody was that well endowed, surely? He blushed at the thought of his own little dick, one he’d always thought of as normal in size... but these guys were just incredible.
He was alone, his friend who had got him into this secret show never having turned up. Still, he had gone in, not knowing what to really expect. He hadn’t expected to see a woman bent over with man after man ejaculating into her ass. He definitely hadn’t expected to see a mother and ******** commiting incestual acts and then have an orgy on a big bed. And... he didn’t know what was coming next, but it would have to go some to top that.
He had to admit he was enormously aroused though. His little pecker might not measure up, but he still felt horny as hell watching these beautiful women debase themselves like this. He couldn’t just get his penis out and start masturbating though, so he had to just deal with the feelings he was experiencing. When the mother started to cum on the two cocks fucking her, he stifled a moan himself. Now THAT was hot, he thought.
The ******** then took the cock out of her mouth and the man who had been in the mother’s ass pulled out and fed it to her. Sucking a cock that had been in your mother’s ass? Dear God. She pulled it out and Collin watched as the man came into the ********’s open mouth, huge jets of sperm cascading into the young girl’s gaping maw.
Then of course she shared a semen-filled kiss with her mother. Why would she not? Collin wondered if he was out of his depth her. This was all just too depraved. He decided not to watch anymore, getting his phone out and trying to call Corina. No answer. Damn. He started to play a game on it, distracting himself, but it was difficult. Both women were taking two cocks in them now, the young girl clearly having multiple orgasms as two giant rods speared into her over and over.
Finally, it was over, the two women bowing, cum flowing from various holes and they departed.
“Can I escape?” Collin muttered, but the people near him, women and men, weren’t moving. It would look weird if he left too. Damnation. Oh well, might as well see what’s up next.
----
Corina embraced both Margaret and Emily as they came off the stage.
“Wonderful, darlings,” Vanessa said from behind them. “Now for the finale... you ready for this?”
Corina nodded, butterflies fluttering about crazily in her stomach.
“Yes, it’s now or never,” she said, taking the mask from Vanessa, slipping it on and stepping out onto the stage.
----
Collin watched as the beautiful woman with the mask obscuring her face walked gingerly out onto the stage. All was quiet as she stood in the centre, a spotlight illuminating her while all else was in shadow. Something was off here, Collin thought. As he looked at the woman, he felt a sense of... dread, of something that was going to happen that he wasn’t going to like. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
She looked oddly familiar, as if he should know her. How could he know anyone who would be on stage at a sex show though? The idea was preposterous. She was wearing a tiny, see through skirt that barely went down below her crotch, which was visible through it. On her stomach was a tattoo, fairly recently done by the looks of it. It was large, the symbol of a spade from a deck of cards. Surrounding it were smaller male gender symbols, all in black ink.
Her breasts were covered in another see-through garment, a flimsy lace halter top affair. Her nipples were hard as bullets, pushing out against the material. Around the woman’s neck as a delicate necklace with another spade symbol in the centre. Her mask was solid black, not giving anything away except for her ruby red lips and her eyes, large and ... innocent-looking.
When the woman began to speak, the feeling only grew. Deep down, he probably always knew what the problem was, he just couldn’t comprehend how it could be.
----
Corina looked out at the audience, though she couldn’t see anybody because of the bright spotlight on her. It was all well and good, her nerves nearly getting the better of her. She knew her husband was out there, looking at her now. Maybe he even knew who she was already. It wouldn’t stop her. It was a night for revelations, for life-changing decisions. She’d come so far, now she just needed to go that final yard.
“Hello everyone,” she said, quietly. “Tonight is a very special night for me. A very special night for everyone involved. You’ve seen a mother and ******** demonstrate their love for each other and for black men, another woman give up her body to over 10 males just because she loves to feel them inside her. I am the same. I love black men and want the world to know. Most importantly... I want the person who has been closest to me for so many years to know just what I am now.”
“I’m a black cock slut. I give myself to black men of my own free will any time they want, any time I want and, no matter how many of them there are, I will... fuck... them... all.”
“Tonight I will be having sex with a lot of men in a lot of different ways. I will cum my brains out because how could I not? You know how wonderful their cocks are, how powerful they are as lovers. I may well not be conscious by the time they are done with me. So that’s why I’m talking to you know.”
“Because, you see, tonight I’m going to do a few things I’ve never done before. I’m going to have two men fuck my vagina at the same time. I’m also going to have two man fuck my ass at the same time. Maybe even two in one hole and one in the other. I’m also going to do something that I honestly thought I’d never be ready to do again...”
Corina took a deep breath and held up a box of birth control pills. She opened the box and tipped the contents all over the stage.
“... I’m going to fuck all these men, take all their sperm inside my womb... and I’m going to do it while not being on birth control. I stopped taking the pill just after my last sexual encounter with a man and now I’m ready. I’m ready for a black man, one of countless that will inseminate me tonight, to make me a mother again.”
Gasps from the crowd and low muttering from many of those present. This they hadn’t expected.
“I have two children, two lovely, wonderful, beautiful girls who, I hope, will follow in my footsteps as soon as they are of legal age. They don’t know about me yet... but when my belly starts to grow, I will tell them why they’re going to be having a new sister or brother. And why their mother had to do this. Maybe they’ll hate me, I don’t know. But I have to do this. It is my... destiny and has been ever since my eyes were opened to this world of sex that I’d been missing out on for so long...”
----
Collin looked on in horror as the woman spoke. How could this woman do this to her ******, to her children? It was obscene, it was wrong. That feeling of dread was growing exponentially as the woman spoke, his mind putting the pieces together subconsciously, though he was still not ready to accept it.
----
“So now, you know why I am here,” Corina said. “You’re going to watch me get gangbanged, to push my body further than it’s ever gone before. To stretch my pussy and my ass out with cock after cock, to watch my womb bloat and distend as men pump gallons of sperm into it. And now, I guess, you deserve to know who I am...”
She reached up slowly and took off the mask.
----
As Corina tossed the mask aside, there was no hiding anymore. Collin felt like his heart had caved in, his head too. His world was suddenly black, in more ways than one. His penis, erect for the other performances, was as shrivelled and emasculated as it had ever been. His worst nightmares had come true. In fact, this was beyond them. This was unimaginable... yet all too real. He sunk into his chair, silent, powerless, hopeless, tears streaming down his face as he clawed at the arm rests, the whispers of people all around him reminding him how alone he was.
They approved! They were saying how amazing this woman was, how she was doing such a wonderful thing! How could they say that? If it was their wife debasing herself, destroying their marriage... could they still accept it?
Collin watched as a flood of naked black men joined Corina on stage. The bed was back, behind her. She began kissing one of the men, then another and another and another, at least fifty on stage with her now. Her clothes were torn off, discarded. Fingers entered her pussy and she squealed with delight, cocks pressing against her naked skin from all sides. She was pushed right to the front of the stage and, as the first man of however many entered her sopping wet cunt from behind, fucking her only a few metres away from him, Collin could have sworn she was looking right into his eyes as she orgasmed.
This new home was large, expensive and partially financed by Tandino Enterprises behind the scenes, a reward for Emily’s bringing her mother into Project Blackout. It was also private, situated in a building in the centre of the city, yet high up above, away from the noise. A perfect place for a mother and ******** to explore their new, extremely taboo relationship. Nobody seemed to notice the increasing numbers of black men who visited the pair either.
Other people decided to devote themselves to good causes, spending time at their church instead of with their loving husbands. Orla Smith was one of these people, spending every spare moment she had “doing good work” at her local church. Her husband was delighted with her new dedication to charity, though perhaps he wouldn’t have been too happy to discover just what his darling wife was giving away to the poor and the needy.
Her body, for one. Since her awakening she had given up her pussy at least a hundred times to the new vicar and his friends. She was insatiable and so was her womb. She would joke that it would growl and grumble at her if it wasn’t being constantly fed with hot, sticky sperm.
For her sister, she was over the moon about Orla’s decision to worship black cock. Corina Burbank now, to her anyway, had an almost perfect life. Sex on tap with both men and women, a loving ****** oblivious to her second life, plus a job that was getting easier by the day, despite her boss thinking she was overworked. She wondered where she would be if had not been for that chance encounter with Vanessa in the café.
Her and Emily had even been put on the front of the latest porn film produced by Tandino’s PB Studios offshoot, which stood for Project Blackout. It was called ‘The New Breed’ and had already become very popular online. She’d even done a few interviews with interracial sex websites about her new lifestyle choice.
As time went by, however, she realised that there were two things she had to do before she could be truly liberated and happy. She just had to figure out a way of doing it.
---
“You seen Mich... I mean, Mr Tandino’s e-mail yet, Corina?” Emily said, almost falling into an overly familiar tone in front of her boss. Usually she’d wait until they were alone or out of earshot of Rose, but she was just too excited.
“Yes, that is Mr Tandino, Emily,” Rose said, feigning a stern look. She couldn’t be too angry, though. The whole project was going amazingly well and she was confident she could offer the girl a full time position at the organisation. As for Corina Burbank, she was due a promotion for her work, but that would come soon enough.
“Anyway, what e-mail is this?”
“Oh, um, it’s just about... you know, the new place they’ve earmarked for that nightclub.”
“Nightclub? Oh... yes, I seem to remember now. Okay, well, I won’t keep you two. If they want a response, better get on it.”
The two women nodded to their boss and left the small office kitchen. Rose looked after them. There was something about the way the two of them interacted, like they were very close... too close? She shrugged her shoulders. Probably just because of how much they had to work together on this Tandino project. She’d have to keep an eye on them, she mused. She couldn’t jeopardise everything because of impropriety in the office. Corina was almost old enough to be the girl’s mother, after all...
---
“You’re going to love this!” Emily beamed as they sat down at their desk. “Seriously, it’s awesome.”
“As awesome as that scene for the next DVD where you and your mother...?”
“Oh, well, perhaps not THAT awesome!” Emily blushed, giggling. “You know I still want you and her to...”
“Uh-huh,” Corina grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m eager to... get to know her better. Time, though, dear. Just have to find the time!”
“Cool, I’m really looking forward to it... but the e-mail, read it before I burst!”
“Okay!” Corina chuckled, unlocking her computer. “Right, let’s see...”
The e-mail Emily was referring to was the top of the list. Well, there was some spam about penis enlargement above it, but with the men she was seeing in recent times, she was certain this wasn’t what Emily was referring to.
She opened it up and began to read.
“Hi guys, Vanessa here. Work on refurbishing the nightclub has gone very well and we’re almost ready for opening night. There’s a special private section, completely closed off from the public, where we’re going to put on live sex shows. We want you two to be the stars of the opening night! I’ll just assume you guys will say yes, of course. V.”
Emily watched as Corina’s grin grew broader as she read the e-mail. The older woman looked up at her young lover when she’d finished.
“Sounds like that’ll be fun,” she said. Emily nodded vigorously.
“Oh yes, sooooooo much fun.”
----
Mei Ling stood at the window of her new apartment, looking out over the city below. Like Emily, she’d been given a new place to live by Tandino’s organisation, an ultra-modern apartment that looked like something out of a catalogue. The window she was looking out went from ceiling to floor and was the width of one side of her apartment. She loved to look out of it at the world below, thinking about how much life for her had changed since she’d arrived in the country.
She loved to do this naked, wondering if people would look up and see her standing there. She was too far away, but she still wanted it to happen. She couldn’t actually remember the last time she’d worn any clothing at all. Was it a week ago? Two?
She didn’t care either way. She loved being naked and, of course, being nude meant that when her lovers came round, there was no time wasted disrobing. She could just fuck. Which is all she wanted to do. Over and over, all day and night.
Mei Ling smiled contentedly, rubbing her belly. She wasn’t showing yet, though it wouldn’t be long before she did. A healthy baby was growing inside her, product of... who knew what man inseminating her. She didn’t care and, in fact, not knowing made her wet with excitement even know. She was so awful, so slutty, so ... happy. There was only one thing that could make her happier, she mused.
“You still looking out there?” Bam-Bam said from behind her. She felt him move close, his massive cock pressing against her naked skin. She shivered with pleasure.
“Yes, master,” she said, turning her head and kissing her lover. “I was thinking too... about how I want you and your friends to fuck me on the balcony. I hope people see me taking you all. I would really like that.”
“Nah, it’s cold out there!” Bam-Bam complained. Mei Ling looked disappointed, but thought he was probably right. She could feel his length throbbing against her back. Unable to control herself, she turned and dropped to her knees. Placing a hand on each of his thighs, she took his cock into her mouth, devouring it greedily and taking more and more down her throat with each bob of her head.
“Damn, you are getting better at this shit, slut!” Bam-Bam grimaced as she expertly worked her mouth over his member. Thrusting his whole length down her throat, she pulled away, admiring how wet and sloppy it was afterwards. His balls required her attention next and she lapped at them while stroking his shaft with her left hand.
Returning to his shaft, she buried it in her throat and winked up at him. He grinned and put both hands on the back of her head. Mei Ling loved to be treated roughly, she had discovered, and she loved to have her throat fucked while masturbating herself at the same time. As Bam-Bam began to brutally skull-fuck her, she furiously stroked her clit and thrust four fingers of her other hand into her gushing pussy.
She heard her phone buzz, a call coming through, but she ignored it. She was desperately close to orgasm now, the oxygen deprivation making her lightheaded. As he rammed every inch down her throat, her gag reflex expertly controlled after experiencing so much of this recently, she felt her whole body quiver and shake as her climax tore through her.
She fell backwards, body writhing and spasming, gulping in air as the cock was removed suddenly from her windpipe. Bam-Bam didn’t give her a moment’s respite, pressing her body to the floor, spreading her legs and sliding his enormous cock up into her slippery pussy. She yelped with glee and wrapped herself around him, pulling him close to her as he fucked her hard. The phone buzzed again, but once more she ignored it.
“Fuck my cunt!” she yelled as she felt another orgasm building swiftly. “Fuck! FUCK!”
She came again, but he wasn’t ready to do so just yet. As she soared to peaks of pleasure, he flipped her over and pressed her down into the floor. She felt him enter her ass in one swift move, his cock so lubricated already he met no resistance. He wanted to finish in her guts, she grinned. She loved it when he did that.
The phone buzzed yet again as Bam-Bam roared, emptying his balls deep, deep into her rectum, his entire length thrust up into her. As the two lovers got their breath, it went off for a fourth time.
“Get that shit, slut,” Bam-Bam said, finally letting himself slip out of her asshole’s warm embrace. She gingerly got to her feet, feeling sperm beginning to ooze out, and went to retrieve her mobile. She picked up and swore in Chinese as she saw who was calling her.
“It is my mother,” she sighed, answering the call. Bam-Bam watched as she spoke in Mandarin for a while. As she spoke, oblivious to his presence, he had an idea...
Mei Ling let out a loud yelp of surprise as she felt Bam-Bam slip his still hard cock into her pussy, beginning to slowly screw her, hands on her her breasts, as she spoke to her mother.
“No, mother, I ... just thought I saw a spider,” she said in Mandarin, trying to suppress the pleasurable sensations of having a thick, black cock slowly sliding up into her body. “I... mmm... yes... I ... nnngh-okay... what? WHAT?”
She suddenly went cold and pulled away from Bam-Bam. A twinge of regret as she felt his cock fall out of her, but what her mother had said had washed away her desires in an instant.
“Yes, we are coming to your country tomorrow,” her mother repeated. “We want to see how you are getting on. We worry for you, keep you away from boys and make sure you study hard.”
“But... I am fine, mother, everything is perfect.”
“No, we are coming,” her mother said, resolute. “I have sent the flight details to you. Please meet us there. We are bringing your little cousin Bin Bin.”
“Little? She is 18.”
“Yes, but she is still little in her mind. Very impressionable and her father thinks some boys in their neighbourhood want to ... well, not for you to worry about. He worries she will disgrace herself, so we will take her away, let her calm down. With you, she can see a good example of how a woman should live. Yes?”
Mei Ling suppressed a laugh. Oh yes, a prime example of a real woman - knocked up with a black baby, addicted to sex, sperm dripping from her freshly fucked asshole. She wondered if Bin Bin might be so impressionable that the pretty young thing might follow in her cousin’s footsteps after all. Yes, that would be most agreeable.
But how could she explain all this to her parents? Her luxury apartment, the fact her belly would soon be swelling with a black baby, the inevitable meeting with Bam-Bam and his crew. She would have to get him out of the way, make sure he didn’t blow her cover, as it were. She had a lot of thinking to do.
---
“Congratulations, Mrs Smith, you are going to be a mother!” the doctor said. Orla was back in a regular hospital now, no longer needing ‘Dr’ Tandino’s unique brand of medicine. She was still ******* of the deception, but she was very glad for all that had happened. For the past few weeks, she’d had had sex with a huge number of men, not one of which was her husband. He was white and she had taken a vow, on her knees in front of six naked black studs, to never touch white male flesh again. She took this vow very seriously. She had even taken her wedding ring off to make it.
Still, the official pronouncement of her newly bred status was overwhelming for her. Tears welled up in her eyes and she dabbed at them with a handkerchief.
“Yes, I’m happy to say all the tests indicate you are 100 percent definitely with child, as they say,” the female doctor said. “I see in your notes that you’ve had a lot of trouble conceiving... mainly because of your husband’s low sperm count. Can I just ask... how did you get around that?”
“I... er... well, I’m not sure I feel...”
“You had sex with a man outside your marriage, didn’t you?” the doctor said.
Orla didn’t reply, too surprised by what was happening. “How dar... what do you think you are saying?”
“Don’t worry, I won’t say anything,” the doctor said, still smiling happily. “I just... well, let’s say I think I know where you are coming from.”
The doctor stood up slowly and crossed to the window. She pulled down the blinds and then moved to the door, locking it. Taking a deep breath, she turned back to face Orla, who sat openmouthed as the doctor started to unbutton her white coat.
As the last button popped open, the coat was pulled open to reveal a stunning body, heaving breasts and a large tattoo on the woman’s flat belly. A huge Queen of Spades symbol covered her stomach and Orla slowly dragged her eyes up the doctor’s perfect physique to her face, a sultry grin on her face as she looked down at her patient.
“I think,” she said, “that your solution is something we both have in common... a distinct love for black men and what swings so deliciously between their legs.”
Orla was still speechless as the doctor stepped slowly over to her and, to her amazement, sat down on Orla’s lap, legs wide and straddling her. She put her arms around Orla’s neck and leaned forward, their faces a foot apart. She looked deep into the doctor’s eyes.
“Us girls gotta stick together too, you know,” the doctor said before pressing her lips against Orla’s. Involuntarily, Orla opened her mouth and accepted the woman’s tongue, the kiss becoming increasingly passionate. She put her hands on the doctor’s back and pulled her close as they kissed, feeling the heat of her pussy on her lap.
“Oh God,” Orla said, pulling away, her lipstick smeared all over the place. “Why...?”
“Because you’re gorgeous, woman,” the doctor grinned at her, stroking her face. “And there’s something that awakens in us when we ... choose this lifestyle. All sorts of things just become... cool when you recognise that we’re sluts. I love that word. “Slut”. I like to be called a slut, we should claim that word as our own as women. Don’t let men define us as bad because of it. It should be our word for saying we’re sexually liberated... and, as sluts, we can FUCK whoever we want, girls or boys. So... are you a slut, Orla Smith?”
Orla grinned. “Oh, yes!”
They kissed again, hands exploring each other, before the doctor broke away again.
“One more thing, my little slut,” she said. “You might be interested to know that those black lovers of yours - and yes, you can’t just have one, can you? - put triplets inside your fucking belly. Three black babies. That’s just about the hottest, sexiest thing I’ve heard for a while. Now... I want a taste of your married pussy... then you can get a taste of mine.”
---
“The doctor?” Corina said, sipping her cocktail. Her sister sat across the table from her, wearing an outfit that, a few weeks before, would have appalled her. Now she looked natural, like she’d never turned into the grumpy, dour stay-at-home wife she had been for so long. She was a sexual being now, drawing attention from everyone around them at the club.
“I know,” Orla grinned, hand unconsciously touching her bare stomach. “I was stunned, but yeah, we fucked right there. She made me cum over and over, she was insatiable.”
“Didn’t she have any patients to see her or anything?” Corina asked.
“She said they could go fuck themselves,” Orla chuckled. “Though she may have said something, she had a mouthful of my cunt at the time.”
“I wish I had a mouthful of it right now,” Corina winked.
“Don’t worry,” Orla said. “The night is still young...”
Corina was just about to reply when Mei Ling, Emily, Vanessa and Margaret returned from the bar, bearing a tray of drinks.
“Drink up, ladies, I have a surprise for you!” Vanessa said, handing out the glasses. “As you know, this new nightclub is owned by my erstwhile employer and, as such, I and people I choose have access to special privileges here. So, with that in mind... there’s a large penthouse suite at the top of this building. I have the key... and I was hoping you all would come upstairs with me after we’ve got stupidly ***** and celebrate the upcoming opening night with a glorious night of sapphic erotica.”
Blank stares all round.
“In other words, we got trashed out of our skulls and then have a big fucking lesbian orgy until we all pass out.”
Orla tossed her drink down her neck in one gulp. “Then we’d better get drinking! Just the idea of you all naked... mmmm, makes me shiver and my cunt is so fucking wet right now.”
---
Colin sat at home. Alone again. Corina was out somewhere, he didn’t know where. He sighed, wondering what was going on with his life these days. It seemed like he spent every night looking after his *********, their mother disappearing until the small hours, sometimes - most of the time, actually - never even bothering to come home at all.
The girls didn’t seem to mind. They were in their own worlds. School, the growing interest in boys, homework, video games, whatever other things teen girls liked. Colin tried his best, but he knew he wasn’t up to the task of connecting with them like their mother.
What else could he do? He wasn’t strong enough to challenge his wife, not even before she’d started to display more dominant behaviour in the past few months. Something had changed, but he couldn’t figure out what. Perhaps it was just that he couldn’t face the prospect of what was most likely - that she was having an affair. A fairly brazen affair considering how she didn’t even attempt now to hide the fact she was out all the time for non-work reasons.
He couldn’t say he blamed her for going astray, however. He felt worthless himself and he knew he was constantly disappointing her romantically. She’d stuck by him for so long though... what had changed in her life that had made her seek solace in another’s arms?
If that’s what she had done...
If...
Colin sighed. He held grimly onto the slim hope she wasn’t cheating on him. If people found out, would he lose some of his clients? Would people laugh at him behind his back, the helpless cuckold, the worthless husband? Could he handle that shame? So many thoughts flew through his mind, unwanted, crushing his spirit.
He held the invitation in his hand. A friend had given it to him, a VIP pass to a ‘secret’ show at the new nightclub in town at the weekend. Apparently it was going to be “naughty”. He smiled weakly. At least he could get a measure of revenge by ogling some exotic dancers or strippers or whatever they were going to have. Corina wouldn’t know and he’d feel a bit better. Not much, but a bit. His parents could look after the kids for one night. He deserved this break. What could possibly go wrong?
---
Just as her husband was sitting in despair at home, Corina’s legs were spread wide as her own sister greedily ate her pussy. She screamed as her orgasm sent tremors of ecstasy through her body, but her yells of pleasure were muffled by Emily grinding her own cunt into Corina’s face. Before her view was obscured, she caught a glimpse of Mei Ling and Vanessa tonguing each of Margaret's holes, the older woman squealing as Mei Ling thrust her fist up into her sloppy vagina.
The scene was like something out of the nightmares of her old self, but now everything just made her head spin with excitement. It was so filthy, so depraved, so... utterly wonderful to share herself with these women, to have five lovers of her own sex, one her very own flesh and blood. She ate Emily’s pussy with renewed vigour as she felt Orla stuff a huge dildo into her gushing twat.
---
Tandino watched the video feed from the girls’ room as the orgy progressed. A young girl, barely 18, bobbed her head up and down on his massive cock, desperate to drain his balls and fill her throat with his cum. A black man in a fine suit entered the room.
“The plans all in place?”
“Yes, he has the invitation,” the man said. “We’ll make sure to put him right in the centre of the audience, get a good view of his wife as she puts on a show.”
“Excellent,” Tandino said, pushing the girl’s head down, his cock easily pushing into her throat. “It’ll be fascinating to see how he reacts. If he does make a bolt for it, detain him. We don’t want him causing problems. We can... adjust his viewpoint, make him see where we are coming from. From what I hear, he’s spineless anyway, so will just sit there and watch anyway, but just in case...”
“Yes, sir,” the man nodded.
“Now... this little slut’s got a tight fucking pussy, if you fancy a piece of it?”
The man grinned, his cock already stiff and out of his trousers. The girl groaned as he moved behind her, every inch sliding smoothly into her teenage cunt.
----
Mei Ling stood in the airport arrivals area, alone in a sea of people, holding a board with her parents’ name on it. She’d been there for half an hour, frustrated and desperate for sex. She was hopelessly addicted, she now realised. Perhaps she should seek help... no, fuck that, I’ll just have more sex! She chuckled at the thought and had to suppress the images of big, black cocks flooding her mind and moistening her undergarments.
She patted her belly absently, happy with what was contained within. She just wondered how she could juggle all her lies to her parents. Just one slip and everything would come crashing down. A part of her wanted this to happen, of course. Let them see who she really was - an intense sexual being, a grown woman making her own decisions. If they cut her off, screw them. She’d get by, especially with the help of Tandino and his generosity.
“Bao be! Bao be!” a shrill voice cried out and Mei Ling spotted her mother running towards her, tears in her eyes, her father shuffling along behind her with the luggage. Behind him was her cousin, Bin Bin. Mei Ling’s mouth dropped open slightly as her young cousin walked up towards her, a strange smile on her lips. She was stunningly gorgeous, long legs, sizeable breasts, red lips, silky hair, lithe and slim figure. The girl was looking curiously at Mei Ling, wondering why she was paying attention to her and not to her own mother.
“Ah, my lovely ********, so good to see you! You look well, better than I expected! I hope you don’t eat too much rubbish Western food. No chips, they are not proper food. Your studies are good, yes? Please, tell me they are good...”
“Auntie!” Bin Bin said. Even her voice was gorgeous, Mei Ling gulped. “Let her breathe, I’m sure she’ll tell you everything she’s been up to. We don’t have to do it all in the airport!”
Mei Ling’s father grunted his agreement and the ****** moved off, the elderly couple moving ahead slightly while Mei Ling dropped back to be with Bin Bin.
“So... you look a bit different to the last time I saw you,” Mei Ling said. Bin Bin nodded.
“Yes, I’ve done a lot of growing up in recent years. I think,” she said, “just like my cousin, yes?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” Mei Ling said.
“Oh, I think there’s a lot of things you won’t be telling dear Auntie about your trip here,” Bin Bin grinned wickedly.
“I’m just here to study hard and then...”
“Please, I’m not like them,” Bin Bin said, her grin gone and an expression of complete seriousness replacing it. “I begged to come on this trip. I just had to get away from my own ****** and then this opportunity came up. I had to grab it. I want to be just like you, Mei Ling.”
“Why? What’s so special about me?”
“I can tell,” Bin Bin said. “The way you looked at me... Auntie worries about you falling for a Western boy, but I think she doesn’t have to worry about that. You’re more likely to fall for a girl... you’re a lesbian.”
Mei Ling’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything.
“Just the way you looked at me, like I was ... edible? You were almost salivating!”
“Um... no, it’s not like that...” Mei Ling said, though she could hear how feeble she sounded. Sighing, she gave in.
“Okay, fine, I... did look at you like that, because... and you can’t tell my parents... yes, I do like girls. A lot.”
“Haha, I knew it!” Bin Bin laughed and, to Mei Ling’s surprise, took her hand in her’s. “I won’t tell, I know how close-minded our elders can be... and I also think you are very, very sexy, Mei Ling. So... yeah, don’t worry. I... damn, I’m not usually lost for words...”
Mei Ling knew what was coming. She grinned at her cousin and whispered swiftly in her ear.
“Do you want to fuck?”
For the first time since she’d seen her, it was Bin Bin’s turn to do a double take.
“Are you serious?” she said, finally. “You... me... fuck?”
“Not so loud,” Mei Ling giggled. “And yes, totally serious. You want my pussy, you can have it. After all, you are ******.”
The girls both laughed together, Mei Ling’s mother turning around and frowning at them. They pretended to look bashful and adopted a serious facade, but underneath both girls’ hearts were beating like crazy and they kept snatching looks at each other.
Finally, Bin Bin whispered again. “What about boys?”
Mei Ling wondered for a second how much to tell her cousin, but then thought that just the secret of her lust for female flesh would be enough to condemn her for all eternity in her mother’s eyes... so why not go all the way?
She smiled at her cousin, saying nothing.
“So... you do have a boyfriend here? Is he Western? Is he rich? Will we meet him?”
“Weeeeell, I guess you could say I had a boyfriend, yes,” Mei Ling said. When Bin Bin just looked at her quizzically, she continued. “You could also say I had... a lot of boyfriends...”
“Lots?” Bin Bin’s jaw dropped. “I don’t understand...”
“I mean that I have more than one male friend, simple,” Mei Ling giggled.
“What, two boyfriends?”
Mei Ling pointed her finger at the ceiling.
“THREE?”
Still the finger pointed up.
“Holy shit!” Bin Bin said, laughing. “You are ... “
Mei Ling raised one eyebrow.
“... so cool, I mean, like, completely amazing! Okay, so I’m going to say a number and you point again... oh fuck, I hope... oh fuck... FIFTY?”
Mei Ling kept her hand by her side for a few seconds then slowly raised it, Bin Bin’s eyes wider and wider as she raised it and pointed upwards once again.
“Oh fuck... I can’t believe it,” Bin Bin said. They were outside now, the crowds thinning out and their voices beginning to carry further. “Look, we’ll talk about it later, okay? I... wow. Wait, one more thing... a hundred?”
Mei Ling grinned, pointing upwards again.
“I don’t really know how many, Bin Bin,” she said. “Just... a lot. That should be enough.”
As they moved into the car park, her mother suddenly stopped and turned to face Mei Ling.
“Wait a second,” she said. “Why are we here? You have a car?”
“Er... yes! Well, no, it is... a friend’s car. They are lending it to me so I can pick you up properly, not have to worry about trains, okay?”
“I see,” her mother said, eyeing her suspiciously. “You haven’t got involved with some foreign man, have you? Is it his car?”
For a split second, Mei Ling wanted to blurt out that it was the car from one of the black men she regularly had filling her womb with cum... but she didn’t say that.
Instead she just shook her head.
“No, mother, I promise I haven’t,” she sighed, feigning frustration. “I’ve told you often enough, white men are not interesting to me. Can we not talk about this in front of father, please? It is kind of embarrassing.”
Her mother’s left eyebrow raised slightly, but she said no more about it. Neither did she say anything when Mei Ling unlocked the fabulously expensive Jaguar and helped her parents load up the boot with the farcical amount of luggage they were dragging along with them.
Of course, she couldn’t hold anything back when they got to Mei Ling’s apartment.
“What the fu... this is where you live? Mei Ling, don’t lie now. How do you live in this wonderful place? This is not for students!”
Mei Ling had prepared herself for this.
“Don’t worry, mother, it is the apartment of the person who runs the company where I work. She is out of the country for a long time and she asked people if anyone wanted to ... er, they call it “house sit” for her to make sure it was all clean, tidy and safe for when she returned. I couldn’t really refuse, it is much nicer and better for my studies to live in a great place like this.”
To her surprise, her mother accepted this. She had prepared a whole bunch of additional lies to back up her story, but her mother just nodded and started to examine the place thoroughly, approving and tutting at various intervals. Her father, saying nothing as always, started to take the baggage into the bedroom Mei Ling had indicated for them. As the two older relations busied themselves with their assigned tasks, Bin Bin slipped close to Mei Ling’s side.
“So... where do I sleep then?”
“Well, there’s the sofa or box room... or my bed...?”
“I hope you’re like me and sleep naked...”
“Even if I didn’t, how could I keep my clothes on with such a beauty next to me?” Mei Ling grinned. God, she just wanted to strip and get fucking right then and there, but...
“What are you whispering about?” the sound of her mother’s voice breaking her fantasy. “Bin Bin, help your uncle with the bags. Mei Ling, I have looked and you have very little good food here. Take me to a shop, we need to get some proper vegetables. Too much rubbish in this country. Chips and so on... they’re just not proper food. Come, let’s go now.”
Mei Ling sighed and put her jacket back on. As she did so, Bin Bin handed her her phone.
“I put my number in here in case anything happens,” she said, looking up at her cousin with those beautiful eyes of hers. “And if you ... think of anything else you... might want to say or... you know.”
Mei Ling took her phone back and tapped away for a minute while her mother busied herself with scarves and hats and whatnot. Apparently she was grumbling about the weather. Bin Bin’s phone buzzed and she looked at it.
“We can go out tonight and I can introduce you to some of my male friends... if your tight pussy can handle some big Western dick.”
Her eyes went wide and she nodded furiously. Mei Ling grinned and opened the front door.
“See you later,” she winked, leaving her stunned cousin to re-read the blunt message.
-----
Corinna could hear the sounds from out on the stage. A women, her name was Veronica, was screaming in pleasure as she was fucked roughly up the ass by a naked black man in a ski mask. She shivered with anticipation as the man yelled out, his cries mingling with her’s. It was obvious he was emptying his balls deep, deep into her guts. Corinna couldn’t wait for her turn up on stage, being gang-fucked in front of an audience of strangers. She suppressed the urge to masturbate, concentrating instead on her make-up - she was making herself look as slutty and whorish as possible, really ladling on the stuff - and chatting with her friends to calm her nerves.
Emily and her mother flanked Corinna and they were up on stage next. The bill for the secret sex show had gone heavy on the fact a mother and ******** act were performing lewd acts for the punters. Corinna was determined to get a good view of their show from stage left.
“You girls nearly ready?” Vanessa said to Emily and Margaret, receiving nods in return. Corinna still couldn’t quite believe Emily had seduced her own mother, but looking at the older woman, she was glad to have her as both a friend and a sexual partner. Since her “awakening”, as she called it, Margaret had blossomed. Confident, beautiful and with a body to die for. She apparently had three other ********* too... and both her and Emily were planning on corrupting them too! Corinna licked her lips... another thing she couldn’t wait to see.
Veronica had started yelling again, another man obviously pummelling her ass. She had wanted an all-anal gang-bang, one man after the other just using her as a cum dump. Ten men had already poured their seed into her hole and Corinna had forgotten quite how many she’d agreed to let bust her backdoor open.
“Okay,” Vanessa said, a voice in her headset buzzing away. “Emily, Margie, you are on next after this guy finishes with Veronica. You’ll knock ‘em dead!”
The two women stood up and moved to the curtain separating the backstage area from the crowd of perverts lapping up (metaphorically) the entertainment. Emily was wearing a tight ballet costume, all pink prettiness and innocence. Margaret was dressed conservatively, as if she were a librarian or a teacher.
The cries from the stage reached a crescendo and then, a few moments later, applause as Veronica took her bow. She came back in as the curtain fell, kisses on cheeks as the other women congratulated her on a great show, said how jealous they were of her being buttfucked by so many studs and so on. Corinna’s eyes were locked on the river of sperm spilling down her thighs.
Difficult as it was to tear her gaze away, she noticed out of the corner of her eye that Emily and her mother were making their way onto the stage. She couldn’t miss, so while Veronica went to clean up, she parted the stage curtain and began to watch the performance.
----
Emily moved to the middle of the stage, the lights shining on her strong enough so she couldn’t make out the crowd very well. Clearing her throat, she began.
“Oh, I’m all alone in this big city, just a little, innocent young girl with nobody to look after me,” she said. “I think learning ballet will help me make friends and meet new people... but there aren’t any other students in this class! The teacher isn’t even here yet. Oh, what’s a poor, sweet girl to do? Aha, here comes the teacher now. I hope he can help me!”
She turned her to the side theatrically, one hand lightly touching her chest. From the opposite side of the stage came a huge, muscular black man, completely naked and sporting a cock as thick as a baseball bat and easily 12 inches in length. It swung obscenely between his legs as he strode towards her.
“Oh, teacher, did you forget your clothes? Oh my, what are... oh!” Emily feigned surprise as the man, saying nothing, tore her flimsy garments, the sound of it ripping echoing through the auditorium.
“Oh, what have you done?” said Emily as the man ******* her bare, shaved cunt. “Please, don’t hurt me, I’ll .... ooooh!”
The man, behind her, grabbed her hips and thrust his huge cock into her pussy in one easy movement. She was, of course, soaking wet with excitement, despite what the ‘story’ should have demanded. As all 12 inches slid easily in and out of her, Emily’s face changed instantly from mock horror to absolute pleasure. That, at least, was entirely genuine.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!” she gasped as the silent teacher ravaged her. “Oh, it is so naughty, a chaste young girl like me shouldn’t be having sex with a black man... but it is... just... so... fucking... gooooood!”
Emily’s words became grunts of pleasure as she climaxed all over her ‘teacher’s’ prick. The man moved one hand up to her breasts and tore at her clothing again, ripping the thin fabric and ******** her tits to the crowd. From there, his hand grasped her neck, choking her as he continued to pound his meat into her pussy. She gasped and shuddered as a second orgasm followed swiftly on the heels of the first and the man, not trying to hold back, roared as well, and the watching crowd knew he was flooding her womb with his sperm.
He withdrew and exited the stage. Emily dropped to her knees, getting her breath back, her body shuddering over and over as post-orgasmic ripples washed over her. Eventually, she stood, her clothes torn and dishevelled, her make-up all smeared and her pussy oozing cum down her inner thighs.
“Oh my, I’ve been a very bad girl. I think I need to tell my mummy how bad I’ve been so she can punish me accordingly.”
She remained where she was as Margaret stepped up from where she’d been watching her ******** getting fucked.
“What’s been going on here?” Margaret said, casting a stern gaze over her ********’s disorderly appearance. “Have you been messing about with men? You slut!”
“Yes, mother, my ballet teacher, I had sex with him. I’m a very naughty girl, so naughty. I deserve to be punished for my wicked behaviour.”
“Yes, you must!” Margaret yelled. “And I know the perfect punishment for dirty little sluts like you.”
Margaret turned to face the audience and tugged down her skirt abruptly. She was, of course, wearing no underwear.
“Dirty little sluts have to make their mother’s feel better for having dirty little sluts as *********.”
Emily got to her knees and crawled like a dog round to kneel in front of her mother, face inches from her smooth, bare mound.
“Oh yes, mother, I need to be punished!” she said, gleefully. Margaret took her ********’s head in her hands and pulled it to her cunt, Emily beginning to work her eagerly with her tongue.
“Mmm, you fucking whore,” Margaret moaned. “You filthy slut, eat your mother’s cunt. Oh, wow, that feels...”
Emily, an expert now at the tender art of pussy-eating, had already brought her mother to the brink of an orgasm. She had no intention of stopping and sent her mother over the edge quickly. Margaret’s knees buckled and she only held herself up by leaning heavily on Emily’s head.
“Oh my...” she said, finally. “********, you have opened my eyes to new feelings...”
Emily stood, make-up even more smeared now, face covered in her mother’s vaginal juices as well.
“I think your pussy needs some male attention, mother,” Emily said, snapping her fingers.
Two black men appeared on the stage, naked as the other one, as prodigiously endowed as he was too. Margaret grinned as the two men approached.
“Oh my, what big boys they are!”
“Yes, one for you and one for me, dear mother,” Emily said.
“Oh no. No, not at all, filthy slut ********,” Margaret said, putting her hand firmly on her ********’s shoulder. “One for me... and the other for me as well.”
“Ah, come on, that’s just not fair!” Emily pouted. “Two big, thick black cocks and you’re not going to share...”
“I guess that would be a bit cruel... so how about...” Margaret held a hand up and snapped her fingers too. Two more men appeared.
“Ah, now that’s much more like it!” Emily said, the two women splitting up and moving to their chosen twosome. What clothing the two women had left on was soon stripped off and stage hands pushed a large bed out into the middle of the stage. Emily was the first to lie back on it, legs spread and a man following after her, entering her body with ease and eliciting a long, low groan of pure pleasure from the teenager.
Her mouth wasn’t empty for long, her other lover offering his length to her. She gobbled it up greedily while her mother squatted next to her, letting a man underneath her thrust his 13 inch length all the way to the balls up into her stretched cunt, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers louds as gunshots.
Margaret’s second man pushed her forward, pressing her front down on the guy underneath her. Someone in the audience gasped as the second cock entered Margaret’s body, slipping easily up her ass until both were buried to the roots. Seconds later, they were tearing screams of ecstasy from her, ruthlessly fucking both of her holes with as much strength as they could muster.
----
Collin sat up in the middle row, the best seats in the house, as he watched the mother and ******** perform acts he hadn’t thought possible. The men had penises so large he wondered whether they were prosthetics. Nobody was that well endowed, surely? He blushed at the thought of his own little dick, one he’d always thought of as normal in size... but these guys were just incredible.
He was alone, his friend who had got him into this secret show never having turned up. Still, he had gone in, not knowing what to really expect. He hadn’t expected to see a woman bent over with man after man ejaculating into her ass. He definitely hadn’t expected to see a mother and ******** commiting incestual acts and then have an orgy on a big bed. And... he didn’t know what was coming next, but it would have to go some to top that.
He had to admit he was enormously aroused though. His little pecker might not measure up, but he still felt horny as hell watching these beautiful women debase themselves like this. He couldn’t just get his penis out and start masturbating though, so he had to just deal with the feelings he was experiencing. When the mother started to cum on the two cocks fucking her, he stifled a moan himself. Now THAT was hot, he thought.
The ******** then took the cock out of her mouth and the man who had been in the mother’s ass pulled out and fed it to her. Sucking a cock that had been in your mother’s ass? Dear God. She pulled it out and Collin watched as the man came into the ********’s open mouth, huge jets of sperm cascading into the young girl’s gaping maw.
Then of course she shared a semen-filled kiss with her mother. Why would she not? Collin wondered if he was out of his depth her. This was all just too depraved. He decided not to watch anymore, getting his phone out and trying to call Corina. No answer. Damn. He started to play a game on it, distracting himself, but it was difficult. Both women were taking two cocks in them now, the young girl clearly having multiple orgasms as two giant rods speared into her over and over.
Finally, it was over, the two women bowing, cum flowing from various holes and they departed.
“Can I escape?” Collin muttered, but the people near him, women and men, weren’t moving. It would look weird if he left too. Damnation. Oh well, might as well see what’s up next.
----
Corina embraced both Margaret and Emily as they came off the stage.
“Wonderful, darlings,” Vanessa said from behind them. “Now for the finale... you ready for this?”
Corina nodded, butterflies fluttering about crazily in her stomach.
“Yes, it’s now or never,” she said, taking the mask from Vanessa, slipping it on and stepping out onto the stage.
----
Collin watched as the beautiful woman with the mask obscuring her face walked gingerly out onto the stage. All was quiet as she stood in the centre, a spotlight illuminating her while all else was in shadow. Something was off here, Collin thought. As he looked at the woman, he felt a sense of... dread, of something that was going to happen that he wasn’t going to like. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was.
She looked oddly familiar, as if he should know her. How could he know anyone who would be on stage at a sex show though? The idea was preposterous. She was wearing a tiny, see through skirt that barely went down below her crotch, which was visible through it. On her stomach was a tattoo, fairly recently done by the looks of it. It was large, the symbol of a spade from a deck of cards. Surrounding it were smaller male gender symbols, all in black ink.
Her breasts were covered in another see-through garment, a flimsy lace halter top affair. Her nipples were hard as bullets, pushing out against the material. Around the woman’s neck as a delicate necklace with another spade symbol in the centre. Her mask was solid black, not giving anything away except for her ruby red lips and her eyes, large and ... innocent-looking.
When the woman began to speak, the feeling only grew. Deep down, he probably always knew what the problem was, he just couldn’t comprehend how it could be.
----
Corina looked out at the audience, though she couldn’t see anybody because of the bright spotlight on her. It was all well and good, her nerves nearly getting the better of her. She knew her husband was out there, looking at her now. Maybe he even knew who she was already. It wouldn’t stop her. It was a night for revelations, for life-changing decisions. She’d come so far, now she just needed to go that final yard.
“Hello everyone,” she said, quietly. “Tonight is a very special night for me. A very special night for everyone involved. You’ve seen a mother and ******** demonstrate their love for each other and for black men, another woman give up her body to over 10 males just because she loves to feel them inside her. I am the same. I love black men and want the world to know. Most importantly... I want the person who has been closest to me for so many years to know just what I am now.”
“I’m a black cock slut. I give myself to black men of my own free will any time they want, any time I want and, no matter how many of them there are, I will... fuck... them... all.”
“Tonight I will be having sex with a lot of men in a lot of different ways. I will cum my brains out because how could I not? You know how wonderful their cocks are, how powerful they are as lovers. I may well not be conscious by the time they are done with me. So that’s why I’m talking to you know.”
“Because, you see, tonight I’m going to do a few things I’ve never done before. I’m going to have two men fuck my vagina at the same time. I’m also going to have two man fuck my ass at the same time. Maybe even two in one hole and one in the other. I’m also going to do something that I honestly thought I’d never be ready to do again...”
Corina took a deep breath and held up a box of birth control pills. She opened the box and tipped the contents all over the stage.
“... I’m going to fuck all these men, take all their sperm inside my womb... and I’m going to do it while not being on birth control. I stopped taking the pill just after my last sexual encounter with a man and now I’m ready. I’m ready for a black man, one of countless that will inseminate me tonight, to make me a mother again.”
Gasps from the crowd and low muttering from many of those present. This they hadn’t expected.
“I have two children, two lovely, wonderful, beautiful girls who, I hope, will follow in my footsteps as soon as they are of legal age. They don’t know about me yet... but when my belly starts to grow, I will tell them why they’re going to be having a new sister or brother. And why their mother had to do this. Maybe they’ll hate me, I don’t know. But I have to do this. It is my... destiny and has been ever since my eyes were opened to this world of sex that I’d been missing out on for so long...”
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Collin looked on in horror as the woman spoke. How could this woman do this to her ******, to her children? It was obscene, it was wrong. That feeling of dread was growing exponentially as the woman spoke, his mind putting the pieces together subconsciously, though he was still not ready to accept it.
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“So now, you know why I am here,” Corina said. “You’re going to watch me get gangbanged, to push my body further than it’s ever gone before. To stretch my pussy and my ass out with cock after cock, to watch my womb bloat and distend as men pump gallons of sperm into it. And now, I guess, you deserve to know who I am...”
She reached up slowly and took off the mask.
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As Corina tossed the mask aside, there was no hiding anymore. Collin felt like his heart had caved in, his head too. His world was suddenly black, in more ways than one. His penis, erect for the other performances, was as shrivelled and emasculated as it had ever been. His worst nightmares had come true. In fact, this was beyond them. This was unimaginable... yet all too real. He sunk into his chair, silent, powerless, hopeless, tears streaming down his face as he clawed at the arm rests, the whispers of people all around him reminding him how alone he was.
They approved! They were saying how amazing this woman was, how she was doing such a wonderful thing! How could they say that? If it was their wife debasing herself, destroying their marriage... could they still accept it?
Collin watched as a flood of naked black men joined Corina on stage. The bed was back, behind her. She began kissing one of the men, then another and another and another, at least fifty on stage with her now. Her clothes were torn off, discarded. Fingers entered her pussy and she squealed with delight, cocks pressing against her naked skin from all sides. She was pushed right to the front of the stage and, as the first man of however many entered her sopping wet cunt from behind, fucking her only a few metres away from him, Collin could have sworn she was looking right into his eyes as she orgasmed.
