Vanessa Chen stood on the side of the road in a city in Taiwan in the early morning hours waiting for her taxi, wallowing in shame and disgust. A miasma of cum and black male musk engulfed her, and she could feel semen leaking from both her pussy and anus. How many cocks had been inside of her tonight? Her hand went to her face to brush away her hair and came away sticky with lingering cum.
Exhausted and already feeling a hangover coming on, she tried to piece together the night, to consider the decision-making process that had led her to go home not with one, not with two, but with three young black men that she had met at the nightclub downtown. Sure, they had all been tall, handsome young men... sure they had all had monsters in their jeans... but still, three? And then, later, after she was already getting so much cock in all of her holes, how many more men had joined in?
And, just as bad, who had seen her in the club making such a spectacle of herself, dirty dancing with the whole group of these men, allowing them to feel her upright on the dance floor? She shivered just thinking of how they had passed her around the dance floor, each one dancing with their crotch in her ass, rubbing their long thick cocks deep between her lovely cheeks right against her wet pussy and anus. She had even gone into the toilet to take off her panties! Their hands had been under her skirt right there on the dance floor... Oh god! And she had left the club hand in hand with them, being led out like a lamb to slaughter... She could never return to that club again, she thought, the shame of her sluttiness overwhelming her.
And she had promised herself that she would be good!
She had arrived at the club the night before later than expected, delayed by a tardy babysitter and a long overseas chat with her husband, a white American who was working in China and only returned to Taiwan every couple of months -- a situation that though temporary was nevertheless painful for both of them. She confessed to him that she was going to a nightclub that night -- a girls' night out.
"It's been so long since I've been out with them and they are all complaining that they miss me," she had explained.
He replied, "Go, have fun, I trust you."
As she exited the taxi in front of the nightclub into the sweltering Taiwan heat and spied the crowds of young partygoers -- young male partygoers... young black male partygoers... who turned to check her out both surreptitiously and openly, she hoped she would live up to his trust.
She crossed the sidewalk both nervous and exalted by the attention and stepped up the stairs, glancing at her reflection in the huge mirrors that lined the broad staircase. she couldn't help noticing how sexy her alabaster legs looked in that short miniskirt and fuck-me stiletto heels, or how lustrous her mane of long glossy black hair looked draped over her naked shoulders, her tiny top tight around her small but cute bust. She smiled at herself, her smile her second most compelling feature, admiring the dangly sparkly earrings that highlighted her pretty face and glowing mischievous eyes, knowing that she was going to get lots of looks tonight -- and probably a few drinks. Not bad for a 45-year-old schoolteacher and mom, she had to admit as she climbed the stairs, chancing a look at the fine chain she wore wrapped around her right ankle with a pendant shaped like a spade on a deck of cards. She felt naughty just looking at it but hoped that no one would notice it, or if they did, couldn't figure out what it meant...
She waited in line with the young revelers, the club popular with international students from around the world studying in Taiwan, particularly those from Latin America, the Middle East, and Africa. She checked her phone as she waited and tried not to look directly at any of the young men who were eyeing her, text messages from her friends already inside distracting her as she tried to calm her breathing. She was so excited though!
Finally, she paid her way in, got her drink tickets, and was in the door, into the crowd thick with young bodies, smoke glowing in the neon lights, and the din of lubricated shouted conversations over the heavy beat of the blaring hip-hop. Through the purple and pink lights and dark shadows, she spied her friends near the bar and squeezed through the crowd to reach them.
Like her, her friends were all middle-aged Taiwanese ladies dressed like sluts looking for a fun girls' night out and she could tell by their enthusiasm and glowing faces that they had all had a few drinks. She hurried to the bar to get a whisky coke to catch up.
Sipping on her drink she spied a group of several young black men across the club, all tall and broad-shouldered, with fine chiseled features. She swallowed nervously before turning away but not before they noticed her glance and stared back. She looked away and tried not to think of the last young African she had had, a 25-year-old Nigerian student who she met at his place, who owned her from the moment he told her to come and sit beside him on the sofa and turned her into a bbc anklet slut. This young man had first licked her pussy and anus so well that she had already cummed multiple times before she took his ten-inch cock in her mouth and obeyed every command she gave her. And when he penetrated her ass, she was lifted to new heights of pleasure and pain and squirted all over him. During that period she learned how to give footjobs and never went anywhere in public without shoes filled with his cum. While she didn't walk around with cum filled shoes as much anymore, she never stopped wearing the QoS anklet in public.
The memory caused her to start breathing heavily and her pussy to moisten, and she couldn't help glancing back at the group of young men -- they were still staring!
How could they know she was a black cock whore? She didn't like being so obvious and was determined to be a good girl tonight...
Her friends didn't seem to notice the looks she was getting, or if they did, they didn't let on. After a few minutes of chit-chat, they all decided to hit the dance floor. The music was great -- light hip hop, easy to dance to, the crowd young and happy and though the dance floor was crowded everyone wore big drunken smiles. Of course, as they were all attractive, her little group of girls caught the attention of the young men, who danced nearby them, pretending as if they just happened to be there. Some of the bolder ones even cut in to dance with one of the girls or another. But she kept noticing the same trio of black men dancing near her, circling. She was getting breathless and her pussy wetter but she was determined to ignore them. They were so cocksure she found it disturbing and obnoxious -- as if they knew she wanted to suck their cocks!
The tension finally getting to her, she declared to her group, "Let's get some shots!"
Her group followed her off the dance floor to the crowded bar, where they gained the attention of the young Irish bartender who had a crush on her friend and spied her through the throng waiting to be served.
Tequila! Five shots came over the bar and the girls giggled and cheered as they toasted the drinks with loud exhortations of "Ganbei!," Chinese for Cheers!
She gathered the shot glasses from her friends and passed them back to the bartender when she turned around and there, right beside her, was the trio of black males she had spied earlier.
"Oh!" she blurted out, shocked by their sudden appearance, her pussy instantly wet.
The one closest to her gave her a knowing grin. "Hey miss, what's your name?"
He was probably in his early thirties, maybe around 5'10", dark-skinned, full-lipped, with piercing but friendly eyes.
She caught her breath. "I'm Vanessa," she said, taking his outstretched hand in a light handshake, her knees going weak at his touch on her hand.
"Hi Vanessa, what a pretty name. My name is JD," said the man, "And these are my buddies DeShawn," he indicated the shorter one with the quills in his hair and the mischievous smile, "and this is Tyrone," gesturing to the taller, heavily built, dark-skinned friend with the goatee, chiseled features, and kind eyes.
She smiled and shook each of their hands, and then tried to include her friends in the introduction, but they had backed off warily, suspicious of the black-skinned strangers.
"Hey, we just flew in a couple of days ago and are looking to meet some nice people," said JD, his hand lightly touching her shoulder, staring deeply into her eyes.
She swallowed nervously. "Where are you coming from?"
"LA," he replied.
"Really?" she said, a smile lighting up her face. "I lived there for years!"
They engaged in a moment of shouted small talk before JD said, "Come on, let's dance!" and lightly guided her to the dance floor. She anxiously looked around for her friends but seemed powerless to resist the firm guidance from the man, especially as his crew followed them through the crowd and the smoke to the dance floor.
Despite being shoulder-to-shoulder crowded, the young people seemed to part like the Red Sea for this crew of black Americans, and soon she was nestled within a circle of these men, their smiles knowing and eager. At first, she was hesitant but the throb of the dance music, the tequila and whisky that coursed through her bloodstream, and the dance skills of these men soon had her relaxing and grooving to the beat.
The men encircled her, enclosed her, drawing tighter around her. The smell of their cologne and musk filled her and the heat of their bodies pressed against her and she got wetter and hotter. Oh my god... she whispered to herself, as their thick tight muscled bodies pressed against her. One of them -- DeShawn, maybe? -- got behind her and with a gasp, she felt his hands on her hips and his thick turgid cock pressed against her ass. But she didn't withdraw, she didn't pull away... no, instead, she wriggled against him, pressing her ass back against his cock, the rhythm of the beat, the heat and smoke getting to her, and she seemed to float in a sea of male desire.
Their hands started to touch her, sliding up her blouse, her skirt, down her legs... She shivered with excitement but then, the beat changed and she caught herself. "I need to find my friends!" she turned and pushed through the crowd and back into the relative coolness of the dance floor and breathed, shaking her head ruefully, What am I doing? she asked herself. Am I crazy?
She felt a hand grip her upper arm and she turned: the big man named Tyrone stood before her, holding her arm. He stared at her, his face stern, and leaned into her ear. "You got some sexy legs and feet, girl. I especially like your anklet..." He stared knowingly into her eyes. He had noticed her Queen of Spades anklet! Her pussy burst with wetness and she felt completely naked and ******* and unable to deny the fact that she was into black cock.
She swallowed nervously as the club seemed to recede behind his eyes.
"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties, then bring them to me."
"What? No!" She shook her head firmly, but her pussy throbbed with excitement.
"You will do it." He glared at her.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared wide-eyed at him. He held her stare and she found herself finally nodding in acquiescence.
The wait at the bathroom was interminable. She felt isolated in her dizzying desire and drunkenness and when she made it as far as the mirror over the sink outside the lady's room, her reflection showed a girl glowing red and gorgeous with desire and alcohol; she recognized how hot she was, and how much hotter she would be with a black cock inside of her... When she finally got into the nasty toilet, the floor smeared with piss and toilet paper, she struggled out of her lace panties and put them in her purse, and then, with an urge of wickedness, slid a long painted finger up her smooth wet pussy, her knees nearly buckling with an orgasm that was sudden and intense.
A sharp rap on the door returned her to her senses and she took a deep breath, smoothed out her skirt, and returned to the noise and smoke of the club.
Near the front door where the passageway from the bathrooms channels into the main club, the man named JD stood watching, and when he saw her a wide toothy smile that seemed to glow in the purple neon light split his face. "Thought we lost you, girl!"
He took her by the arm and guided her to the booth where they sat, through the throng at the bar, to the back corner. She wondered, not for the first time, why she was allowing herself to be led around like this by these men whom she didn't even know.
JD looked back at her and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's ok, girl, we won't bite~"
She smiled back, feeling the air of the club wafting against her naked wet pussy, and swallowed nervously. They arrived at the booth where DeShawn and Tyrone sat with two other women, both white women who stared at her with unabashed curiosity and contempt. Tyrone slid out of the seat and everyone else followed suit. "There's my girl, why don't you just slide in here and ... yeah, there you go, just slide that little ass in there."
She did as she was told, sliding into the soft leather bound sofa-like seats forming a U-shape around a table strewn with empty glasses. Tyrone slid in beside her. DeShawn slid around on the other side to come right beside her while one of the white girls followed him and finally JD at the end. One of the white girls remained standing awkwardly.
"Don't just stand there, get some drinks," Tyrone shouted, handing her a wad of the blue-colored currency used in Taiwan. The girl disappeared in the direction of the bar, and she felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her. But that didn't last long, as Tyrone and DeShawn were both leaning in close to her, their thighs pressed against hers, their hands already sliding on her naked legs.
Tyrone looked meaningfully at her, and she could smell the booze on his breath as he whispered, "You do what I say?"
Nodding meekly, she slipped her panties from her purse. He grinned. "Nice and wet; that's my girl. Are you my good girl?"
His hands kneaded the soft skin and firm flesh of her thighs and worked their way up under her skirt. She stared at him but made no response as his hands relentlessly advanced.
"Are you my good Chinese girl?"
Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened even further and the noise, the music, the smoke, and smell, seemed to fade as she stared into his eyes and felt his hands get closer, closer, closer to her --
Ohmygod!!! She gasped as his fingers grazed her engorged and soaking wet labia and she cummed with a jolt that shook her in the seat. As the reverberations quieted and the club -- reality -- returned, she looked up in shame to see the white girl seated across from her openly staring in contempt. "I'm out of here!" the girl announced as she elbowed JD out of the booth and stomped off just as the second white girl returned from the bar with three drinks held precariously in her hands, staring as the first girl stomped off. "What happened?"
JD and DeShawn were beside themselves with laughter. Tyrone shrugged at the girl. "I dunno. Fuck that bitch. Did you get my drinks? You told them extra whisky, right? Nice. Now where's my change?"
The girl placed the drinks on the table and made to squeeze into the booth beside JD, who just looked at her without moving. "Uh, what are we doing, Tyrone? Are we staying here or are we getting the fuck gone?"
Tyrone's gaze took in his two buds and then her. "Drink up, boys. Uh... what did you say your name was?"
"Vanessa."
"Vanessa, that's right! Sorry girl, all this drinking... Uh, what I mean is that, uh, we gonna go to a party now, you want to come, right?"
Looking around for her friends, she felt lost and alone. "A party? Where? Oh, I don't think so... I've got --"
DeShawn kneaded her other thigh. "C'mon, Vanessa, it'll be fun!"
"Yeah, c'mon girl, you're gonna love it!" JD added, grinning as he and DeShawn high-fived over the table and almost knocked over their drinks.
Tyrone gripped her jaw in his large hand and stared into her eyes. "Come with us, Vanessa. You'll love it."
Once more powerless beneath that stare, her pussy desperately wet, she nodded. He raised his glass. "Drink up, motherfuckers!" and stood up, the others rushing to follow his lead.
He offered her his hand, but as she stood it seemed as though the whole club were watching her, judging her, envying her... Tyrone continued to hold onto her hand as he led her back through the sofas with JD and DeShawn in tow, and the crowd parted to watch them leave. As they walked towards the door she chanced a glance to the dance floor and saw her friends dancing and then, stopping and staring in shock as she walked out the door.
Shame engulfed her and she wished that the walk down the stairs, past the damning mirrors and judgmental gazes, could be over in an eye blink, wished that Tyrone would let go of her hand so she could at least pretend she wasn't walking out of the club with these three men, wished that a hole would open up in the stairway that she could just disappear into...
She knew they were doing this on purpose, humiliating her, making sure that everyone knew what she was really about, but she felt helpless as they walked her out of the club. Thankfully, there was a row of yellow cabs out front and Tyrone led her to a large Toyota Wish. He leaned in the passenger door. "You ok, man?"
The cabbie nodded nervously.
Tyrone opened the door and motioned for JD to get in. "Tell this motherfucker where we going."
He motioned for Vanessa to get in next, which of course she did, and he followed after her, the car noticeably leaning as he sat his bulk down, while DeShawn got in the front. The cab pulled away into the light midnight traffic and went down the road.
Vanessa sat nervously squeezed between the two men. "Your Chinese is pretty good, JD," she observed. "You've been here a while?"
"Yeah, you know it, a little while anyway," he muttered in reply as his hands went to her thighs.
Tyrone's hand was on her right thigh. "Yeah, he has been here a while, but let's get back to you, right, my little girl? You're gonna be our good little girl tonight, right Vanessa?"
His hand was firm on her thigh and crept relentlessly up her thigh.
JD's hands were also all over her thigh. "Yeah, baby, you like black cock stretching your tiny Chinese pussy, right girl?"
"Well... I, uh, I --"
Tyrone leaned in and kissed her lips as his hands pulled up her skirt and his fingers slid deep into her dripping wet slit. Her legs opened wide in response even as she tried to resist, shamed in front of the local cab driver, an older gentleman who seemed highly uncomfortable with his fares. JD took her hand and placed it on his rapidly growing cock.
She wriggled wetly in the seat and tried not to cum, afraid that she would squirt all over the seat and make a mess. Tyrone gripped her by the hair and forced her to stare into his eyes. "You a black cock slut?"
"Yes!" she gasped, powerless to resist.
"Yes, Daddy!" he corrected.
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Yes, Daddy, what?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm a black cock slut!"
His fingers pumped into her wet smooth-shaven slit and she bucked and slithered in the wet seat and then registered the phone held in front of her, and the wickedly smiling face of DeShawn in the front seat, holding the phone. Another orgasm swept through her and she forgot all about the phone recording her and squirted again, a gush of girl cum that soaked her thighs and the seat.
The taxi stopped.
"Let's go fools," Tyrone commanded as he popped open the door. "Somebody pays that motherfucker."
Panting, Vanessa struggled to get out of the door. Tyrone chuckled as he lifted her off the ground and put her over his shoulder. She squealed, her skirt up around her waist and her ass bare to the world as he carried her up the steps of the apartment building, her ass cheeks glistening with girl cum, deliriously helpless to resist.
JD opened the door, he and DeShawn laughing uproariously, following Tyrone up the stairs to the second-floor apartment, the world upside down and spinning for her as she was carried up the steps.
Like a rag doll, she was thrust back into Tyrone's arms and placed on a kitchen counter, the linoleum cold on her wet ass cheeks, her thighs spread open, Tyrone standing between them, she stares into his eyes. He kissed her, their tongues entwined and she moaned as he pulled her top off of her shoulders and unsnapped her bra. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a strongly muscled torso and she ran her hands over his thick shoulders. He undid his belt buckle and opened his pants and pulled out his huge raging cock. "Please.." she begged. "Please do me..."
He rubbed the massive head of his cock against her soaking wet labia and she spasmed against his muscular body. "You want this, you little slut? You want this black cock?"
She bucked and thrust herself onto his massive head and squealed, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me!!"
His huge hard cock filled her dripping pussy, spread her hole so wide, penetrated her slowly slowly but inexorably, deeper deeper wider... She gritted her teeth in pain and whimpered as his cock thrust deep inside her. She kissed him and they wrapped their hands around each other. Movement caught out of the corner of her eye and she saw DeShawn again with the phone, recording them. With a sudden violent thrust that had her screaming he fucked her to his balls and she twisted and shivered on the kitchen counter. Her orgasm was a tsunami that completely engulfed her, surging through her and leaving her weak and helpless on the kitchen counter.
The men laughed and shouted and Tyrone slapped her lightly on the face. "Don't pass out on me, girl, we're only getting started."
JD stood behind Tyrone and slapped him on the shoulder. "Yo, Tyrone, let me get some of this!"
"Ok, buddy, I was just warming her up for you," Tyrone backed away from her with a last kiss, his gigantic cock still hard and wet,
JD pushed in between her legs and took her shoulders in his hands. "How are you doing, Vanessa? You doing good, you little slut?"
She smiled shyly as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips while unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, pulling out his ginormous cock and sliding it effortlessly into her cum-filled smooth wet pussy. She moaned and gripped him tightly in her arms as he slid his cock in and out of her pussy. "It's time to get that ass in play," he whispered, his fingers grabbing her round ass cheeks, his fingers finding her tight wet anus, rubbing her until she moaned even harder before probing.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, but he just grinned and chuckled and continued to probe as she got more and more into it, rubbing her asshole further up his fingers. Without warning, he popped out of her pussy and lined his huge thick rod against her wet and increasingly soft rectum and pressed...
"Don't!" she exclaimed. "Stop! Don't! Stop!"
He withdrew slightly but then reversed and pressed against her rectum. She struggled but then with a scream his massive black cock head popped into her rectum. "Ohmygod! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Every muscle in her slender body taut, her face contorted with pain and ecstasy, she writhed on the kitchen counter as his cock inexorably slid up her smooth anal passage, deeper, deeper, deeper, until he had penetrated up his 10 inches to his ball sack. Her anus dilated and constricted with orgasmic waves and once more she squirted, bucking wildly on the counter, screaming, "I love black cock! I love it so much!"
JD responded by pounding her rectum, panting, sweat breaking out across his muscular body, teeth gritted, "You slut you slut you fucking slut!"
"Fuck me please fuck me cum in my ass!" she screamed, and within seconds, he roared and pounded her and she could feel his cum bulge past the tight battered ring of her sphincter and pump and pump deep deep deep into her rectum, and she cummed again, this time her girl cum squirting uncontrollably from her tiny clitoris as she thrashed and screamed.
The guys whooped and laughed as she bucked and she heard one of them, DeShawn, speaking on the phone, "Yeah, fool, this shit is going down now! Get your ass over here!" a pause, and then, "Yeah, bring that nigga too, Bring em all!"
She collapsed against him, her tiny tits and smooth skin sticky and sweaty against his taut muscles, and they kissed tenderly.
DeShawn slapped JD against the shoulder, "Get the fuck out of there, motherfucker! You ain't marrying the slut!"
JD slapped him back, but then, with a last kiss, he slowly withdrew.
"No!... Don't go..." she whispered as his still rigid 10-inch cock slowly slid down her anal canal and then, with a grimace, popped out her asshole.
DeShawn laughed at this, shouting, "We need to get this mouth in play, bitch. Why don't you clean his cock off?"
JD's face lit up. "Yeah, good idea!" he put his hands under the back of her knees. She held him around the neck as he lifted her off the counter and gently put her ass down on the sticky kitchen floor, the bright lights buzzing into her eyes, the floor cool against her ass cheeks. "Come on now, baby, let's do what the man says and clean off this nasty cock."
She made a face at this but submitted to guidance from his strong hands and sat up on her knees, tentatively putting her mouth to his greasy cock. She looked up at him, pleading, the whites of her eyes shiny, and he encouraged her, "Go on, now, baby, lick that cock clean..."
She knew this was wrong, disgusting and wrong, but she also knew that she was a beautiful Asian fuck-toy for these men, and relished their attention and the taste of black cock and took his greasy member into her mouth, farther and farther, prodded on by the JD's moans and the murmured whispers of the others. She took his cock out of her mouth and licked it, tasting her delicious asshole on the entire length, licking him from his head to his balls, wafting in the smell of his cock and cum, her tongue lapping him the entire length.
"Hey man, I need some of that shit!" she heard, and strong hands grabbed her by the hair, holding a bunch as her head was forcibly guided to yet another cock, DeShawn's, who grinned wickedly at her. "Let's see how far you can take a real black cock."
Indeed, he was both longer and thicker than the other two despite being shorter in stature, and his grin inspired her to impress. She opened wide and took the massive head of his black cock into her mouth but could only work her way a short distance down it. "I can't. It's too big!" she protested.
"Now come on, baby, you can do better than that..." murmured DeShawn as his grip on her hair tightened and he slowly pressured her farther down his cock. She gagged and pushed away with her thin arms against his strong hairy legs. "No you don't, slut, take that cock down your throat... come on, now, take that cock."
She took a deep breath and once again took his cock in her mouth, listening as he instructed her to relax, to relax her gag reflex, to take it deeper down her throat... she did as she was told like the good little Asian fuck-toy she was and took it deeper down her throat, deeper, deeper.
She backed off with a start, coughing and gagging, as the men laughed.
"She needs more practice, DeShawn!" Tyrone remonstrated. "Get down on that floor, we gonna give her a three-way."
DeShawn knew what he had in mind, as he lay on the floor next to her. The other two guided her up and she straddled his 11-inch cock and balanced above him, slowly sliding down his rod.
"Go on now, go on, get on that dick, pig!" she heard Tyrone order, and she did as she was told, sliding down his huge pole and started to ride him cowgirl style. Tyrone grabbed her by her long thick black her and guided her to his huge cock, which she took impressively far down her throat even as JD -- "Assman!" as he declared himself, got behind her and popped his cock into her rectum.
Three cocks! Three black cocks! She was an Asian black cock anal princess! She thought with glee as she bucked and writhed and moaned despite a mouth filled with cock.
"Gimme some of that ass, you greedy motherfucker!" shouted Tyrone, as he and JD switched and she returned once more to cleaning off JD's greasy ass-slimy cock with her mouth as Tyrone powerfully penetrated her rectum.
The doorbell rang abruptly. "Who the fuck is ringing that thing?" demanded Tyrone. JD pulled away from her ministrations to grab a shirt off of the floor and cover himself and went to the door as she continued to ride DeShawn, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy with Tyrone's cock in her ass.
Voices, talking, laughter, and then the room was filled not only with JD but three other men, all black, all tremendously tall; she looked up at them from her position on the floor in amazement.
"Hey girl, Vanessa, right?" JD said, gesturing to the grinning men. "This here's... well, what the fuck? You don't need to know their names; you just need to take their cocks."
American basketball players! She recognized them... oh my god, she knew them!
One of them, tall, skinny, looked at her with sudden recognition. "Hey, you're that guy's wife. The white guy -- I saw you at the game last week!"
She blushed but she was way too far gone to care at this point and despite her shame kept on riding DeShawn's cock. The player grinned as he opened his jeans and pulled out yet another massive cock for her to suck. Looking up at him submissively, she took his giant black cock in her hands and gently sucked it.
"That's a good girl... yeah, girl, I saw you at the games, I saw how you watching us out there... I knew you were a little freak," he murmured as he reached down and got his hands under the back of her knees and lifted her off of DeShawn's cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lined her pussy to his cock and plunged it up inside her. She wailed in shock and pleasure as she felt another one rubbing her anus with his cock and suddenly her anus was violated once more, she screamed and clamped against his body, and cummed and cummed again and again...
The rest of the night she hovered on the edges of consciousness as one black cock after another penetrated her, smashing her pussy, anus, and mouth, her orgasms almost continuous, her body, mind, and soul filled with cock... They all fucked her in all her holes and she woke up to orgasm after orgasm.
She woke up in a bed in a dark room, alone. An open window revealed the streetlight and darkness of the night. Frightened, she quietly rose, naked, and tiptoed through the room, searching desperately for her clothes, her head spinning, her body aching her pussy and anus sore and wet and dripping cum.
Ohmygod what have I done? She agonized.
The kitchen light was on but likewise empty. Her skirt! She snatched it off the floor and then found her top. No bra or panties, though. Where was her purse? Oh god please tell me they didn't rob me, she sobbed, frantically searching the kitchen. It was nowhere to be found, along with her phone. Oh god, damn them!
Then she spied a length of long thin black cord stretching from under the kitchen table -- the strap for her purse! She bent down and grabbed it from under the table and searched through it. Her wallet was there, the money in place, as well as her phone. A wave of relief that was almost orgasmic rushed through her, accentuated by the added discovery of her slutty heels in another corner of the kitchen.
Where had the men all disappeared to? She had no idea but was so grateful they were gone as she quickly slipped on her shoes and shuddered as her toes felt a squishy substance ooze between them. She tried to ignore it as she slipped out the door into the early morning hours of the Taiwan night.
She weaved her way down the street -- where was she? Dazhi section, maybe? She saw a stop light in the distance and headed that way, figuring she was more likely to get a cab there. She desperately wanted to get to her own home, to take a shower, wash away her sins, and get some sleep.
She hailed a taxi and got in, giving him the address, and checked her phone. Lots of messages!
Among them was a name she recognized with a start. Tyrone...
She opened up the message. "Have fun? Enjoy the Gift I left in your shoes? Hope so. We'll be in touch." There was a video attached. She opened it up, nervously waiting for it to load. It finally did and started playing loudly, a video of her getting fucked in the kitchen, screaming, "Yes, I need your big black cock to stretch my tiny Asian pussy out"
She gasped and stopped the video, and stared disconsolately at the passing cityscape, wondering what would happen next.
Exhausted and already feeling a hangover coming on, she tried to piece together the night, to consider the decision-making process that had led her to go home not with one, not with two, but with three young black men that she had met at the nightclub downtown. Sure, they had all been tall, handsome young men... sure they had all had monsters in their jeans... but still, three? And then, later, after she was already getting so much cock in all of her holes, how many more men had joined in?
And, just as bad, who had seen her in the club making such a spectacle of herself, dirty dancing with the whole group of these men, allowing them to feel her upright on the dance floor? She shivered just thinking of how they had passed her around the dance floor, each one dancing with their crotch in her ass, rubbing their long thick cocks deep between her lovely cheeks right against her wet pussy and anus. She had even gone into the toilet to take off her panties! Their hands had been under her skirt right there on the dance floor... Oh god! And she had left the club hand in hand with them, being led out like a lamb to slaughter... She could never return to that club again, she thought, the shame of her sluttiness overwhelming her.
And she had promised herself that she would be good!
She had arrived at the club the night before later than expected, delayed by a tardy babysitter and a long overseas chat with her husband, a white American who was working in China and only returned to Taiwan every couple of months -- a situation that though temporary was nevertheless painful for both of them. She confessed to him that she was going to a nightclub that night -- a girls' night out.
"It's been so long since I've been out with them and they are all complaining that they miss me," she had explained.
He replied, "Go, have fun, I trust you."
As she exited the taxi in front of the nightclub into the sweltering Taiwan heat and spied the crowds of young partygoers -- young male partygoers... young black male partygoers... who turned to check her out both surreptitiously and openly, she hoped she would live up to his trust.
She crossed the sidewalk both nervous and exalted by the attention and stepped up the stairs, glancing at her reflection in the huge mirrors that lined the broad staircase. she couldn't help noticing how sexy her alabaster legs looked in that short miniskirt and fuck-me stiletto heels, or how lustrous her mane of long glossy black hair looked draped over her naked shoulders, her tiny top tight around her small but cute bust. She smiled at herself, her smile her second most compelling feature, admiring the dangly sparkly earrings that highlighted her pretty face and glowing mischievous eyes, knowing that she was going to get lots of looks tonight -- and probably a few drinks. Not bad for a 45-year-old schoolteacher and mom, she had to admit as she climbed the stairs, chancing a look at the fine chain she wore wrapped around her right ankle with a pendant shaped like a spade on a deck of cards. She felt naughty just looking at it but hoped that no one would notice it, or if they did, couldn't figure out what it meant...
She waited in line with the young revelers, the club popular with international students from around the world studying in Taiwan, particularly those from Latin America, the Middle East, and Africa. She checked her phone as she waited and tried not to look directly at any of the young men who were eyeing her, text messages from her friends already inside distracting her as she tried to calm her breathing. She was so excited though!
Finally, she paid her way in, got her drink tickets, and was in the door, into the crowd thick with young bodies, smoke glowing in the neon lights, and the din of lubricated shouted conversations over the heavy beat of the blaring hip-hop. Through the purple and pink lights and dark shadows, she spied her friends near the bar and squeezed through the crowd to reach them.
Like her, her friends were all middle-aged Taiwanese ladies dressed like sluts looking for a fun girls' night out and she could tell by their enthusiasm and glowing faces that they had all had a few drinks. She hurried to the bar to get a whisky coke to catch up.
Sipping on her drink she spied a group of several young black men across the club, all tall and broad-shouldered, with fine chiseled features. She swallowed nervously before turning away but not before they noticed her glance and stared back. She looked away and tried not to think of the last young African she had had, a 25-year-old Nigerian student who she met at his place, who owned her from the moment he told her to come and sit beside him on the sofa and turned her into a bbc anklet slut. This young man had first licked her pussy and anus so well that she had already cummed multiple times before she took his ten-inch cock in her mouth and obeyed every command she gave her. And when he penetrated her ass, she was lifted to new heights of pleasure and pain and squirted all over him. During that period she learned how to give footjobs and never went anywhere in public without shoes filled with his cum. While she didn't walk around with cum filled shoes as much anymore, she never stopped wearing the QoS anklet in public.
The memory caused her to start breathing heavily and her pussy to moisten, and she couldn't help glancing back at the group of young men -- they were still staring!
How could they know she was a black cock whore? She didn't like being so obvious and was determined to be a good girl tonight...
Her friends didn't seem to notice the looks she was getting, or if they did, they didn't let on. After a few minutes of chit-chat, they all decided to hit the dance floor. The music was great -- light hip hop, easy to dance to, the crowd young and happy and though the dance floor was crowded everyone wore big drunken smiles. Of course, as they were all attractive, her little group of girls caught the attention of the young men, who danced nearby them, pretending as if they just happened to be there. Some of the bolder ones even cut in to dance with one of the girls or another. But she kept noticing the same trio of black men dancing near her, circling. She was getting breathless and her pussy wetter but she was determined to ignore them. They were so cocksure she found it disturbing and obnoxious -- as if they knew she wanted to suck their cocks!
The tension finally getting to her, she declared to her group, "Let's get some shots!"
Her group followed her off the dance floor to the crowded bar, where they gained the attention of the young Irish bartender who had a crush on her friend and spied her through the throng waiting to be served.
Tequila! Five shots came over the bar and the girls giggled and cheered as they toasted the drinks with loud exhortations of "Ganbei!," Chinese for Cheers!
She gathered the shot glasses from her friends and passed them back to the bartender when she turned around and there, right beside her, was the trio of black males she had spied earlier.
"Oh!" she blurted out, shocked by their sudden appearance, her pussy instantly wet.
The one closest to her gave her a knowing grin. "Hey miss, what's your name?"
He was probably in his early thirties, maybe around 5'10", dark-skinned, full-lipped, with piercing but friendly eyes.
She caught her breath. "I'm Vanessa," she said, taking his outstretched hand in a light handshake, her knees going weak at his touch on her hand.
"Hi Vanessa, what a pretty name. My name is JD," said the man, "And these are my buddies DeShawn," he indicated the shorter one with the quills in his hair and the mischievous smile, "and this is Tyrone," gesturing to the taller, heavily built, dark-skinned friend with the goatee, chiseled features, and kind eyes.
She smiled and shook each of their hands, and then tried to include her friends in the introduction, but they had backed off warily, suspicious of the black-skinned strangers.
"Hey, we just flew in a couple of days ago and are looking to meet some nice people," said JD, his hand lightly touching her shoulder, staring deeply into her eyes.
She swallowed nervously. "Where are you coming from?"
"LA," he replied.
"Really?" she said, a smile lighting up her face. "I lived there for years!"
They engaged in a moment of shouted small talk before JD said, "Come on, let's dance!" and lightly guided her to the dance floor. She anxiously looked around for her friends but seemed powerless to resist the firm guidance from the man, especially as his crew followed them through the crowd and the smoke to the dance floor.
Despite being shoulder-to-shoulder crowded, the young people seemed to part like the Red Sea for this crew of black Americans, and soon she was nestled within a circle of these men, their smiles knowing and eager. At first, she was hesitant but the throb of the dance music, the tequila and whisky that coursed through her bloodstream, and the dance skills of these men soon had her relaxing and grooving to the beat.
The men encircled her, enclosed her, drawing tighter around her. The smell of their cologne and musk filled her and the heat of their bodies pressed against her and she got wetter and hotter. Oh my god... she whispered to herself, as their thick tight muscled bodies pressed against her. One of them -- DeShawn, maybe? -- got behind her and with a gasp, she felt his hands on her hips and his thick turgid cock pressed against her ass. But she didn't withdraw, she didn't pull away... no, instead, she wriggled against him, pressing her ass back against his cock, the rhythm of the beat, the heat and smoke getting to her, and she seemed to float in a sea of male desire.
Their hands started to touch her, sliding up her blouse, her skirt, down her legs... She shivered with excitement but then, the beat changed and she caught herself. "I need to find my friends!" she turned and pushed through the crowd and back into the relative coolness of the dance floor and breathed, shaking her head ruefully, What am I doing? she asked herself. Am I crazy?
She felt a hand grip her upper arm and she turned: the big man named Tyrone stood before her, holding her arm. He stared at her, his face stern, and leaned into her ear. "You got some sexy legs and feet, girl. I especially like your anklet..." He stared knowingly into her eyes. He had noticed her Queen of Spades anklet! Her pussy burst with wetness and she felt completely naked and ******* and unable to deny the fact that she was into black cock.
She swallowed nervously as the club seemed to recede behind his eyes.
"Go to the bathroom and take off your panties, then bring them to me."
"What? No!" She shook her head firmly, but her pussy throbbed with excitement.
"You will do it." He glared at her.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she stared wide-eyed at him. He held her stare and she found herself finally nodding in acquiescence.
The wait at the bathroom was interminable. She felt isolated in her dizzying desire and drunkenness and when she made it as far as the mirror over the sink outside the lady's room, her reflection showed a girl glowing red and gorgeous with desire and alcohol; she recognized how hot she was, and how much hotter she would be with a black cock inside of her... When she finally got into the nasty toilet, the floor smeared with piss and toilet paper, she struggled out of her lace panties and put them in her purse, and then, with an urge of wickedness, slid a long painted finger up her smooth wet pussy, her knees nearly buckling with an orgasm that was sudden and intense.
A sharp rap on the door returned her to her senses and she took a deep breath, smoothed out her skirt, and returned to the noise and smoke of the club.
Near the front door where the passageway from the bathrooms channels into the main club, the man named JD stood watching, and when he saw her a wide toothy smile that seemed to glow in the purple neon light split his face. "Thought we lost you, girl!"
He took her by the arm and guided her to the booth where they sat, through the throng at the bar, to the back corner. She wondered, not for the first time, why she was allowing herself to be led around like this by these men whom she didn't even know.
JD looked back at her and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's ok, girl, we won't bite~"
She smiled back, feeling the air of the club wafting against her naked wet pussy, and swallowed nervously. They arrived at the booth where DeShawn and Tyrone sat with two other women, both white women who stared at her with unabashed curiosity and contempt. Tyrone slid out of the seat and everyone else followed suit. "There's my girl, why don't you just slide in here and ... yeah, there you go, just slide that little ass in there."
She did as she was told, sliding into the soft leather bound sofa-like seats forming a U-shape around a table strewn with empty glasses. Tyrone slid in beside her. DeShawn slid around on the other side to come right beside her while one of the white girls followed him and finally JD at the end. One of the white girls remained standing awkwardly.
"Don't just stand there, get some drinks," Tyrone shouted, handing her a wad of the blue-colored currency used in Taiwan. The girl disappeared in the direction of the bar, and she felt a momentary pang of sympathy for her. But that didn't last long, as Tyrone and DeShawn were both leaning in close to her, their thighs pressed against hers, their hands already sliding on her naked legs.
Tyrone looked meaningfully at her, and she could smell the booze on his breath as he whispered, "You do what I say?"
Nodding meekly, she slipped her panties from her purse. He grinned. "Nice and wet; that's my girl. Are you my good girl?"
His hands kneaded the soft skin and firm flesh of her thighs and worked their way up under her skirt. She stared at him but made no response as his hands relentlessly advanced.
"Are you my good Chinese girl?"
Her breathing quickened and her eyes widened even further and the noise, the music, the smoke, and smell, seemed to fade as she stared into his eyes and felt his hands get closer, closer, closer to her --
Ohmygod!!! She gasped as his fingers grazed her engorged and soaking wet labia and she cummed with a jolt that shook her in the seat. As the reverberations quieted and the club -- reality -- returned, she looked up in shame to see the white girl seated across from her openly staring in contempt. "I'm out of here!" the girl announced as she elbowed JD out of the booth and stomped off just as the second white girl returned from the bar with three drinks held precariously in her hands, staring as the first girl stomped off. "What happened?"
JD and DeShawn were beside themselves with laughter. Tyrone shrugged at the girl. "I dunno. Fuck that bitch. Did you get my drinks? You told them extra whisky, right? Nice. Now where's my change?"
The girl placed the drinks on the table and made to squeeze into the booth beside JD, who just looked at her without moving. "Uh, what are we doing, Tyrone? Are we staying here or are we getting the fuck gone?"
Tyrone's gaze took in his two buds and then her. "Drink up, boys. Uh... what did you say your name was?"
"Vanessa."
"Vanessa, that's right! Sorry girl, all this drinking... Uh, what I mean is that, uh, we gonna go to a party now, you want to come, right?"
Looking around for her friends, she felt lost and alone. "A party? Where? Oh, I don't think so... I've got --"
DeShawn kneaded her other thigh. "C'mon, Vanessa, it'll be fun!"
"Yeah, c'mon girl, you're gonna love it!" JD added, grinning as he and DeShawn high-fived over the table and almost knocked over their drinks.
Tyrone gripped her jaw in his large hand and stared into her eyes. "Come with us, Vanessa. You'll love it."
Once more powerless beneath that stare, her pussy desperately wet, she nodded. He raised his glass. "Drink up, motherfuckers!" and stood up, the others rushing to follow his lead.
He offered her his hand, but as she stood it seemed as though the whole club were watching her, judging her, envying her... Tyrone continued to hold onto her hand as he led her back through the sofas with JD and DeShawn in tow, and the crowd parted to watch them leave. As they walked towards the door she chanced a glance to the dance floor and saw her friends dancing and then, stopping and staring in shock as she walked out the door.
Shame engulfed her and she wished that the walk down the stairs, past the damning mirrors and judgmental gazes, could be over in an eye blink, wished that Tyrone would let go of her hand so she could at least pretend she wasn't walking out of the club with these three men, wished that a hole would open up in the stairway that she could just disappear into...
She knew they were doing this on purpose, humiliating her, making sure that everyone knew what she was really about, but she felt helpless as they walked her out of the club. Thankfully, there was a row of yellow cabs out front and Tyrone led her to a large Toyota Wish. He leaned in the passenger door. "You ok, man?"
The cabbie nodded nervously.
Tyrone opened the door and motioned for JD to get in. "Tell this motherfucker where we going."
He motioned for Vanessa to get in next, which of course she did, and he followed after her, the car noticeably leaning as he sat his bulk down, while DeShawn got in the front. The cab pulled away into the light midnight traffic and went down the road.
Vanessa sat nervously squeezed between the two men. "Your Chinese is pretty good, JD," she observed. "You've been here a while?"
"Yeah, you know it, a little while anyway," he muttered in reply as his hands went to her thighs.
Tyrone's hand was on her right thigh. "Yeah, he has been here a while, but let's get back to you, right, my little girl? You're gonna be our good little girl tonight, right Vanessa?"
His hand was firm on her thigh and crept relentlessly up her thigh.
JD's hands were also all over her thigh. "Yeah, baby, you like black cock stretching your tiny Chinese pussy, right girl?"
"Well... I, uh, I --"
Tyrone leaned in and kissed her lips as his hands pulled up her skirt and his fingers slid deep into her dripping wet slit. Her legs opened wide in response even as she tried to resist, shamed in front of the local cab driver, an older gentleman who seemed highly uncomfortable with his fares. JD took her hand and placed it on his rapidly growing cock.
She wriggled wetly in the seat and tried not to cum, afraid that she would squirt all over the seat and make a mess. Tyrone gripped her by the hair and forced her to stare into his eyes. "You a black cock slut?"
"Yes!" she gasped, powerless to resist.
"Yes, Daddy!" he corrected.
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Yes, Daddy, what?"
"Yes, Daddy, I'm a black cock slut!"
His fingers pumped into her wet smooth-shaven slit and she bucked and slithered in the wet seat and then registered the phone held in front of her, and the wickedly smiling face of DeShawn in the front seat, holding the phone. Another orgasm swept through her and she forgot all about the phone recording her and squirted again, a gush of girl cum that soaked her thighs and the seat.
The taxi stopped.
"Let's go fools," Tyrone commanded as he popped open the door. "Somebody pays that motherfucker."
Panting, Vanessa struggled to get out of the door. Tyrone chuckled as he lifted her off the ground and put her over his shoulder. She squealed, her skirt up around her waist and her ass bare to the world as he carried her up the steps of the apartment building, her ass cheeks glistening with girl cum, deliriously helpless to resist.
JD opened the door, he and DeShawn laughing uproariously, following Tyrone up the stairs to the second-floor apartment, the world upside down and spinning for her as she was carried up the steps.
Like a rag doll, she was thrust back into Tyrone's arms and placed on a kitchen counter, the linoleum cold on her wet ass cheeks, her thighs spread open, Tyrone standing between them, she stares into his eyes. He kissed her, their tongues entwined and she moaned as he pulled her top off of her shoulders and unsnapped her bra. He pulled his shirt off, revealing a strongly muscled torso and she ran her hands over his thick shoulders. He undid his belt buckle and opened his pants and pulled out his huge raging cock. "Please.." she begged. "Please do me..."
He rubbed the massive head of his cock against her soaking wet labia and she spasmed against his muscular body. "You want this, you little slut? You want this black cock?"
She bucked and thrust herself onto his massive head and squealed, "Yes, Daddy, fuck me!!"
His huge hard cock filled her dripping pussy, spread her hole so wide, penetrated her slowly slowly but inexorably, deeper deeper wider... She gritted her teeth in pain and whimpered as his cock thrust deep inside her. She kissed him and they wrapped their hands around each other. Movement caught out of the corner of her eye and she saw DeShawn again with the phone, recording them. With a sudden violent thrust that had her screaming he fucked her to his balls and she twisted and shivered on the kitchen counter. Her orgasm was a tsunami that completely engulfed her, surging through her and leaving her weak and helpless on the kitchen counter.
The men laughed and shouted and Tyrone slapped her lightly on the face. "Don't pass out on me, girl, we're only getting started."
JD stood behind Tyrone and slapped him on the shoulder. "Yo, Tyrone, let me get some of this!"
"Ok, buddy, I was just warming her up for you," Tyrone backed away from her with a last kiss, his gigantic cock still hard and wet,
JD pushed in between her legs and took her shoulders in his hands. "How are you doing, Vanessa? You doing good, you little slut?"
She smiled shyly as he leaned in and kissed her tenderly on the lips while unbuckling his belt and opening his pants, pulling out his ginormous cock and sliding it effortlessly into her cum-filled smooth wet pussy. She moaned and gripped him tightly in her arms as he slid his cock in and out of her pussy. "It's time to get that ass in play," he whispered, his fingers grabbing her round ass cheeks, his fingers finding her tight wet anus, rubbing her until she moaned even harder before probing.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, but he just grinned and chuckled and continued to probe as she got more and more into it, rubbing her asshole further up his fingers. Without warning, he popped out of her pussy and lined his huge thick rod against her wet and increasingly soft rectum and pressed...
"Don't!" she exclaimed. "Stop! Don't! Stop!"
He withdrew slightly but then reversed and pressed against her rectum. She struggled but then with a scream his massive black cock head popped into her rectum. "Ohmygod! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!"
Every muscle in her slender body taut, her face contorted with pain and ecstasy, she writhed on the kitchen counter as his cock inexorably slid up her smooth anal passage, deeper, deeper, deeper, until he had penetrated up his 10 inches to his ball sack. Her anus dilated and constricted with orgasmic waves and once more she squirted, bucking wildly on the counter, screaming, "I love black cock! I love it so much!"
JD responded by pounding her rectum, panting, sweat breaking out across his muscular body, teeth gritted, "You slut you slut you fucking slut!"
"Fuck me please fuck me cum in my ass!" she screamed, and within seconds, he roared and pounded her and she could feel his cum bulge past the tight battered ring of her sphincter and pump and pump deep deep deep into her rectum, and she cummed again, this time her girl cum squirting uncontrollably from her tiny clitoris as she thrashed and screamed.
The guys whooped and laughed as she bucked and she heard one of them, DeShawn, speaking on the phone, "Yeah, fool, this shit is going down now! Get your ass over here!" a pause, and then, "Yeah, bring that nigga too, Bring em all!"
She collapsed against him, her tiny tits and smooth skin sticky and sweaty against his taut muscles, and they kissed tenderly.
DeShawn slapped JD against the shoulder, "Get the fuck out of there, motherfucker! You ain't marrying the slut!"
JD slapped him back, but then, with a last kiss, he slowly withdrew.
"No!... Don't go..." she whispered as his still rigid 10-inch cock slowly slid down her anal canal and then, with a grimace, popped out her asshole.
DeShawn laughed at this, shouting, "We need to get this mouth in play, bitch. Why don't you clean his cock off?"
JD's face lit up. "Yeah, good idea!" he put his hands under the back of her knees. She held him around the neck as he lifted her off the counter and gently put her ass down on the sticky kitchen floor, the bright lights buzzing into her eyes, the floor cool against her ass cheeks. "Come on now, baby, let's do what the man says and clean off this nasty cock."
She made a face at this but submitted to guidance from his strong hands and sat up on her knees, tentatively putting her mouth to his greasy cock. She looked up at him, pleading, the whites of her eyes shiny, and he encouraged her, "Go on, now, baby, lick that cock clean..."
She knew this was wrong, disgusting and wrong, but she also knew that she was a beautiful Asian fuck-toy for these men, and relished their attention and the taste of black cock and took his greasy member into her mouth, farther and farther, prodded on by the JD's moans and the murmured whispers of the others. She took his cock out of her mouth and licked it, tasting her delicious asshole on the entire length, licking him from his head to his balls, wafting in the smell of his cock and cum, her tongue lapping him the entire length.
"Hey man, I need some of that shit!" she heard, and strong hands grabbed her by the hair, holding a bunch as her head was forcibly guided to yet another cock, DeShawn's, who grinned wickedly at her. "Let's see how far you can take a real black cock."
Indeed, he was both longer and thicker than the other two despite being shorter in stature, and his grin inspired her to impress. She opened wide and took the massive head of his black cock into her mouth but could only work her way a short distance down it. "I can't. It's too big!" she protested.
"Now come on, baby, you can do better than that..." murmured DeShawn as his grip on her hair tightened and he slowly pressured her farther down his cock. She gagged and pushed away with her thin arms against his strong hairy legs. "No you don't, slut, take that cock down your throat... come on, now, take that cock."
She took a deep breath and once again took his cock in her mouth, listening as he instructed her to relax, to relax her gag reflex, to take it deeper down her throat... she did as she was told like the good little Asian fuck-toy she was and took it deeper down her throat, deeper, deeper.
She backed off with a start, coughing and gagging, as the men laughed.
"She needs more practice, DeShawn!" Tyrone remonstrated. "Get down on that floor, we gonna give her a three-way."
DeShawn knew what he had in mind, as he lay on the floor next to her. The other two guided her up and she straddled his 11-inch cock and balanced above him, slowly sliding down his rod.
"Go on now, go on, get on that dick, pig!" she heard Tyrone order, and she did as she was told, sliding down his huge pole and started to ride him cowgirl style. Tyrone grabbed her by her long thick black her and guided her to his huge cock, which she took impressively far down her throat even as JD -- "Assman!" as he declared himself, got behind her and popped his cock into her rectum.
Three cocks! Three black cocks! She was an Asian black cock anal princess! She thought with glee as she bucked and writhed and moaned despite a mouth filled with cock.
"Gimme some of that ass, you greedy motherfucker!" shouted Tyrone, as he and JD switched and she returned once more to cleaning off JD's greasy ass-slimy cock with her mouth as Tyrone powerfully penetrated her rectum.
The doorbell rang abruptly. "Who the fuck is ringing that thing?" demanded Tyrone. JD pulled away from her ministrations to grab a shirt off of the floor and cover himself and went to the door as she continued to ride DeShawn, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy with Tyrone's cock in her ass.
Voices, talking, laughter, and then the room was filled not only with JD but three other men, all black, all tremendously tall; she looked up at them from her position on the floor in amazement.
"Hey girl, Vanessa, right?" JD said, gesturing to the grinning men. "This here's... well, what the fuck? You don't need to know their names; you just need to take their cocks."
American basketball players! She recognized them... oh my god, she knew them!
One of them, tall, skinny, looked at her with sudden recognition. "Hey, you're that guy's wife. The white guy -- I saw you at the game last week!"
She blushed but she was way too far gone to care at this point and despite her shame kept on riding DeShawn's cock. The player grinned as he opened his jeans and pulled out yet another massive cock for her to suck. Looking up at him submissively, she took his giant black cock in her hands and gently sucked it.
"That's a good girl... yeah, girl, I saw you at the games, I saw how you watching us out there... I knew you were a little freak," he murmured as he reached down and got his hands under the back of her knees and lifted her off of DeShawn's cock. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lined her pussy to his cock and plunged it up inside her. She wailed in shock and pleasure as she felt another one rubbing her anus with his cock and suddenly her anus was violated once more, she screamed and clamped against his body, and cummed and cummed again and again...
The rest of the night she hovered on the edges of consciousness as one black cock after another penetrated her, smashing her pussy, anus, and mouth, her orgasms almost continuous, her body, mind, and soul filled with cock... They all fucked her in all her holes and she woke up to orgasm after orgasm.
She woke up in a bed in a dark room, alone. An open window revealed the streetlight and darkness of the night. Frightened, she quietly rose, naked, and tiptoed through the room, searching desperately for her clothes, her head spinning, her body aching her pussy and anus sore and wet and dripping cum.
Ohmygod what have I done? She agonized.
The kitchen light was on but likewise empty. Her skirt! She snatched it off the floor and then found her top. No bra or panties, though. Where was her purse? Oh god please tell me they didn't rob me, she sobbed, frantically searching the kitchen. It was nowhere to be found, along with her phone. Oh god, damn them!
Then she spied a length of long thin black cord stretching from under the kitchen table -- the strap for her purse! She bent down and grabbed it from under the table and searched through it. Her wallet was there, the money in place, as well as her phone. A wave of relief that was almost orgasmic rushed through her, accentuated by the added discovery of her slutty heels in another corner of the kitchen.
Where had the men all disappeared to? She had no idea but was so grateful they were gone as she quickly slipped on her shoes and shuddered as her toes felt a squishy substance ooze between them. She tried to ignore it as she slipped out the door into the early morning hours of the Taiwan night.
She weaved her way down the street -- where was she? Dazhi section, maybe? She saw a stop light in the distance and headed that way, figuring she was more likely to get a cab there. She desperately wanted to get to her own home, to take a shower, wash away her sins, and get some sleep.
She hailed a taxi and got in, giving him the address, and checked her phone. Lots of messages!
Among them was a name she recognized with a start. Tyrone...
She opened up the message. "Have fun? Enjoy the Gift I left in your shoes? Hope so. We'll be in touch." There was a video attached. She opened it up, nervously waiting for it to load. It finally did and started playing loudly, a video of her getting fucked in the kitchen, screaming, "Yes, I need your big black cock to stretch my tiny Asian pussy out"
She gasped and stopped the video, and stared disconsolately at the passing cityscape, wondering what would happen next.
