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Jack got an offer to go to North Carolina to be a
tribal lawyer for the Cherokees. Because of the casino money they could
afford to pay him a lot more than he was making and he accepted the
position. I had developed a lot of affection for him, but we both knew it
wasn’t love. It was just raw lust. Even so, I was sad when he left. He
hadn’t much more than got out of sight when Lois left us. She also got an
offer she couldn’t refuse. Lois did stay with me until I found a
replacement for her then she was gone out of my life. That left Chuck and
I, the last of the debauchers. I guess that was when things really got
kinky.
Chuck came to my apartment one afternoon. It had been about three weeks
after our other two players left town. Of course I had seen him several
times since the departure.
“What do you have planned for the Memorial Day long weekend?” he asked me.
I told him I hadn’t even thought about it. “Let’s go to Atlantic City and
have some fun.” I explained that while my business was going alright I
couldn’t afford to make that kind of trip. He countered every excuse.
“Won’t cost you a dime,” he told me. “I’ll pay the freight. The room will
be complimentary and we’ll fly up on Thursday afternoon to beat the crowd.
I have a skillion free air miles so that won’t cost us anything. We’ll
come back Monday night. You won’t miss but one day and part of another.”
Truthfully, I didn’t resist very much. I wanted to go and his arguments
were good. So off we went. On the plane trip he told me that a friend of
his worked at one of the big casino/hotels and that was why we got free
accommodations. He told me that I would like Hank, his friend. Henry Silva
was his name but apparently he was known as Hank.
Hank met us at the airport and Hank was something else. He was a large
man, larger even than Chuck. Not taller but bulkier. We rode to the hotel
in a nice limo. Hank asked me if it was my first trip to Atlantic City. I
told him it was.
“You’ll love it,” Hank assured me. “This is an anything goes kind of
place. Some say it’s even wilder than Vegas. They say what happens in
Vegas stays in Vegas, Here it didn’t happen at all. I have made some plans
if you don’t mind.” Chuck and I both assured Hank that we didn’t mind.
“Great,” Hank said. I got the impression that he was a take charge sort of
man. “Dinner at nine in the hotel dining room. I took the liberty to buy
you a dress to wear tonight, Ali. I got your sizes from Chuck. I think
you’ll like it. It’s very sexy. When we dine I want all the guys to look
at Chuck and I and say how fuckin’ lucky we are to be with such a fox.
Then we’ll go to a private party in the hotel and eventually end up back
in your room for another private party.”
Apparently it was a foregone conclusion that I would be having sex with
Hank. I got that from the leer on his face when he said ‘private party’
and from the fact that he was rubbing my upper leg when it said it. I
reasoned that I had come to the place to have an adventure and to have
fun. Having sex with a big black dude wasn’t going to be that hard to
take. Hank wasn’t as handsome as Chuck, but he had a certain charm.
Before we got to the hotel both Hank and Chuck were kissing me and feeling
me up. The driver, a young white man, sure got an eyeful. By the time we
got to the hotel I was hot to trot but we were shown to our room and Hank
told me to rest a while. He had his hand inside my blouse and was toying
with my nipple which was already hard as stone. He told me I would need
the rest. After he left I did lay down beside Chuck and I did doze off for
an hour after a quick but satisfying fuck.
***
The dress that Hank had picked out for me was an expensive silk cocktail
dress that barely covered my butt. It also was cut low in front showing a
lot of cleavage. He was right. It was a sexy number and one that I would
never buy for myself, but I loved the way the silk clung to my body. I
felt like a princess even though I didn’t have but a hundred bucks in my
purse. I took Chuck at his word that it would be a cost free weekend.
While the idea of a white woman with a black man isn’t something new or
unusual, we got a lot of looks when the two big black guys escorted me to
our table. I saw a lot of envious looks from some women and a lot of
speculative, knowing looks from some of the men.
I wanted to shout for the people to look at me. Miss Ali from Podunk here
in Atlantic City with not one, but two, big black studs. Since I didn’t
have any limitations I ordered lobster and I ate the whole thing. The
waiter kept our glasses full and it became a contest to see if I could get
a glass half empty before one of the hovering attendances saw it. I wasn’t
successful, but I did managed to get pretty high.
After a wonderful dinner, Hank guided us to a room on the tenth floor
where there was a party going on. Party in this case was a euphemism for
orgy. Hank told us at dinner that the host of the party was a man who was
well known for lavish parties. Apparently a rich man who loved to spend
his money in that way.
Inside the room I recognized several faces. TV and movie stars, one
anchorwoman from the national nightly news, and a bunch of familiar faces
that I couldn’t place. One well known senator was getting a blow job from
a young woman that couldn’t have been more than eighteen. She did,
however, appear to be an accomplished cocksucker. Everybody in the room
was half or completely undressed.
An well-known actress from a sitcom was sandwiched between two men and she
seemed to be enjoying herself. The news anchorwoman was being butt fucked
by a young handsome man and she also seemed to be having a good time.
I noticed that Hank seemed to be looking for somebody while Chuck seemed
to be looking at everybody, as I was. It was good to see the celebrities
letting their hair down.
Suddenly Hank cut across the room of revilers to where two men sat in deep
conversation. One was black and the other white. Chuck and I carefully
picked our way through the fornicators to follow him. I got my legs and
ass felt up several times on the journey. By the time we got to where Hank
was, he and the two men had their heads together. They looked up as I
approached.
“All right!” the white man said with a wide grin. “Would you look here at
this pretty thing?”
“Yes sir,” the black man said looking at me. “That’s what I would call
prime.”
“Ali, this is Mister White and Mister Black.” Hank grinned. “Honestly that
is their names. The only problem is Mister White is black and Mister Black
is white. Tony and Carlos are their first names.”
“I’m Tony White,” the black man said getting to his feet. “This is Carlos
Black.” Carlos also got to his feet. “Please have a seat beside me, Ali.
I’ve heard some great things about you. Mainly that you know how to have a
good time.”
“I’m learning,” I modestly said, sitting on the couch beside the black
man.
“That’s good,” Tony White said, patting my bare thigh where the short
dress had risen up. “Hank invited us to go party with you. Are you ready
to party, Ali?” I nodded but with some reservation. Four men? “Great, in a
little while we’ll go get the party started. I invited Marcus to come with
us. I hope that’s okay with you.” Make that five men. Hank came back with
a tray of drinks and I took one and sat back.
“How do you feel about kissing?” Tony asked. For a moment I wasn’t sure he
was talking to me. He squeezed my leg to let me know who he was talking
to.
“I like it,” I answered feeling stupid. How the hell was one supposed to
answer a question like that? “I mean kissing is nice” I added. That wasn’t
any better but it seemed to satisfy Tony. “Do you like to kiss niggers?”
Wow! That question was really loaded as well as blunt. I decided to be
equally blunt.
“I have no problem kissing a black man,” I said. “I don’t have much
experience however. Until this afternoon Chuck was the only black man I’ve
kissed. Hank kissed me on the way to the hotel so I guess he was the
second,” I thought I’d shock the man. “I really like to be kissed while
being fucked.” The son of a bitch didn’t even bat an eye at my blunt
vulgarity.
“Yeah,” Tony said. “I guess everything is better when you’re fuckin’. Hank
said you like black meat. Is that so?” I nodded, not knowing what else to
do. This conversation was surreal. Tony reached over and put his hand
under one of my breasts. He hefted it like someone might a melon. “Nice
heavy tit. I like big ol’ titties.” He scooped his hand inside my dress
top and grasped my boob giving it a hard squeeze. I would have really been
embarrassed if not for the fact that almost everybody in the room was
engaged in some sort of sexual activity. Even so I turned red. With his
other hand he unzipped his fly and released a huge black cock. Even
semi-limp it was very impressive. “Suck my cock,” Tony said
conversationally. He released my boob and pulled my head downward. I
glanced at Chuck who stood watching us. He winked at me as if to say it
was okay for me to blow the man. Fuck it! I didn’t need his permission to
do anything. I got up and went to my knees between his legs, lowered my
head, and opened my mouth to take the big cock in. Tony White’s cock
didn’t get any bigger, but it sure got a lot harder as I sucked it. I felt
my short dress being lifted and felt fingers searching for my pussy. I
opened my knees wider to give whoever it was access. It was Hank.
“This slut is wet and ready,” Hank said from behind me, his fingers
probing deep in me. “I think we need to take her upstairs and fuck the
shit out of her.” The other apparently agreed and the next thing I knew we
were in the elevator, my tits still exposed. The elevator stopped and a
couple got on. The woman smiled at me.
“Looks like you are on your way to a party,” she said.
“She’s on her way to a fucking,” Tony said. “Room fifteen-twenty if you
want to stop by later and get yourself some black cock.” The woman’s
escort grunted and the woman laughed.
“I might just do that,” she said. “Fifteen-twenty, huh? I’ll keep that in
mind. Good luck, honey,” she said to me, eyeing my exposed boobs. “Nice
rack.” I’m not sure what the next level past surreal is, but that was
where I felt we were.
“Who’s first?” Hank asked when we were in the room. “Tony, you want to go
first?”
“Yes I do,” Tony answered. “I’m ready to get my cock in her cunt.”
I estimated Tony’s age to be about fifty, but whatever it was, it hadn’t
slowed him down any. He tossed me back onto the bed and mounted me without
taking the dress off. It was gathered around my waist. He sank his cock in
me all the way to his balls without stopping to give me an opportunity to
adjust. It was a good thing that I was soaking wet from being played with.
After Tony it was Carlos Black who took me next. Then it was Hank and then
Chuck. And then it was the newcomer, Marcus who went last. It was a good
thing, too. Marcus had a giant cock. Both long and thick. Marcus fucked me
for the longest time of any. He was in me for over fifteen minutes of hard
slamming powerful fucking. I lost track of how many times I came.
By the time Marcus finished by filling my pussy with his thick sperm, I
was ready for a break. I rested while I showered. By the time I got out of
the shower they all were ready again. Hank was the first to fuck my ass,
but they all had a turn at it. By the time it came Marcus’s turn at my
butt I was loose and ready to take him. Even so it felt like he shoved a
fence post up my ass.
Sometime after midnight, room service delivered a large supper. I was
starved and made a pig out of myself. After we ate, Tony and Carlos left,
but I didn’t lack for male attention. Hank, Chuck, and Marcus saw to that.
All three, in various combinations, fuck me until nearly sunrise. The
suite had two bedrooms and each room had two big beds. We used all of them
at one time or another.
***
On Friday afternoon I went to lay by the pool to try to recover from the
night of raw, hard, sweaty sex. I oiled myself and lay down on the lounger
and relished the warmth of the afternoon sun. I thought about the night of
debauchery. I thought about having five men take me and about how they all
were different and yet the same. They all seem to have the same objective
even if they were different in the approach. The bottom line was simple.
They wanted to get off in or on me. Tony had been slower and Marcus had
been rougher. Hank was rough also but Chuck was gentle. at least by
comparison. That left Carols Black the only white man to fuck me. He was
sometimes gentle and sometimes rough, but like the others he fucked only
to cum in me.
I felt used and a little resentful, but suddenly it came to me. I had used
all of them also. I smiled to myself as I considered that idea. Who was
using who? I settled on the concept that we all used each other.
“I see you can still smile,” A voice said near me. “Apparently you
survived the party.” I opened my eyes and saw it was the woman from the
elevator. “Mind if I join you?”
“Help yourself,” I said. I was just being nice. I really didn’t want
company right at that moment. She was a short compact woman with a lot of
curves. Large full breasts that threatened to spill out of the bikini top
when she bent over to move her lounge chair closer to me. I guessed her
age at twenty eight or nine but I found out later she was nearly
thirty-five.
“I’m Julie Tolliver,” she said. “I hope you had a better time last night
than I did.”
“I’m Ali Baker,” I said. “I had a very nice time, thank you.”
“I’m glad one of us did. That asshole I’m with got drunk and passed out at
the tables. I had to get help getting him to our room. Sorry bastard.”
“Sorry,” I said not feeling a bit sorry. Not that I’m not a compassionate
person, I just didn’t know her. “Husband?”
“No, just a friend,” she replied. “I’m not married at the moment. Hal
thinks he’s in the running but after his dismal performance last night,
he’s not. I started to come to Fifteen-twenty a couple of times.”
“Why didn’t you?” I asked. I didn’t know why I was even talking to her.
“I suppose I wasn’t sure of my welcome,” she answered with a short laugh.
“So how was it?”
“How was what?”
“Your party…gang-bang or whatever it was.”
“It was fine,” I said shortly.
“I suspect it was better than fine from that smile I saw on your face,”
she said laughing. “What was it…four blacks and one white man? They all
looked like studs to me.”
For some bewildering reason I found myself telling her about my gang-bang.
I certainly had not intended to be anything more that polite, but I laid
it all out for her. She listened without interruption until I finished.
“Sure sounds like it was a hot night in fifteen-twenty,” she said when I
finished the story. “I’ve never had sex with more than one man at a time.
I’ve never had sex with a black man either. Don’t that suck?”
“If you had came last night you wouldn’t be able to say that now,” I said.
I signaled a waiter to bring us some drinks. “They all were randy and
eager to please.”
“I guess I’ve never been as daring as you,” she said. “God, I envy you!”
she said with a huge sigh. We talked on for a long time. I discovered that
she was single because her husband left her for another woman. Julie
Tolliver had been married for nearly fifteen years when her world came
crashing down. We had something in common. I certainly didn’t know her
husband, but loosing half of his half of a business I hoped his new woman
was worth it.
“I thought we would spend our golden years together,” she said sadly. “I
hadn’t expected them to be great years, but I thought it would be a long
time. Just goes to show you, doesn’t it?” I told her about my marriage and
how it had came to an end. I also told her about my advertising business
back home.
“Well, ain’t it a small world?” she said. Julie was from my hometown. She
and her former husband owned a paper product company. I was familiar with
the company name, because I had tried to get their business several times
without success.
“I guess it is a small world,” I acknowledged. I had flown several hundred
miles to get to a place where I wasn’t known and ran into a neighbor, so
to speak.
“What are your plans for this evening?” Julie asked.
“None to speak of. My traveling companion is going somewhere with Hank and
Marcus to gamble. I was planning on tagging alone. There is another party
planned for me later. Why do you ask?” I was thinking I might be able to
turn the pleasure trip into a business one. I would be on easy street if I
could get some of the Tolliver Paper Company’s ad business.
“Let’s have dinner,” she said. “You and I, just us girls. I’ll get rid of
my…traveling companion for lack of a better word.” I considered laying it
on thick but elected to be up front with her.
“Sure Julie, dinner sounds great,” I said. “You know I’ve tried to get
some ad business from your company, don’t you?” she nodded. “I will have
dinner with you as long as you know I’ll be trying to get your business,
too.” Julie Tolliver threw her head back and laughed loudly.
“Good on you Ali Baker. I’ll save you some bother. I’ll give your company
some of our advertising business even if you don’t have dinner with me.
How’s that?” I nodded somewhat surprised. I thought I would have to work
harder at it. “I only ask one thing in return.” I asked her what the one
thing was. “When you party tonight, I want to watch.” Before I could
comment she went on. “I know that sounds weird, but I have to see for
myself what goes on.”
“Okay,” I agreed after giving her request some thought. “One thing you
should keep in mind. Those men will get all hot and bothered, and I can’t
guarantee they won’t put some pressure on you to join in. You’ve heard
that a hard-on has no conscience. It doesn’t have a lot of intelligence
either.”
“Are you saying I could get raped?” I nodded, hoping I wasn’t shooting
myself in the foot. “Raped by black men with big cocks?” I nodded again.
“Let’s see if I have this straight. You’re saying that if I party with
you, I could find myself on my back with a couple hard cocks in me.” Julie
Tolliver laughed. “The risk sounds acceptable to me. It’s a deal.”
“Okay as long as you know that…Oh, I get it,” I said. “You want it to
happen, don’t you?”
“Ali, I’m so sick of being disappointed in men I could die. I’ll confess,
I had a tiny orgasm just listening to you tell about your exploits last
night. Yes, I want it to happen. I want some of what you have.”
***
Dinner with Julie Tolliver proved to be a lot of fun. She was charming and
witty. She was also very curious about how I arrived at my place in life.
Telling Julie about meeting Jack Crow actually cleared up some things in
my own mind as to how I had arrived at where I was. After putting it into
words, in retrospect, made it clear to me that I was fruit ripe for the
plucking. A nasty kinky girl had always been lurking within me. Jack had
just opened the door a crack.
“I am so excited,” Julie confided over desert. “I have never been this
close to any type of group sex before. My ex-husband would never even
consider anything out of the ordinary. To him ordinary was a quick five or
six minutes, if I were lucky, in the missionary position. Oral sex was
something just plain nasty to him. Once when he was away on a business
trip I rented an adult video and watched it by myself. I just happened to
get one that showed two black men and a white girl. I masturbated for
three solid days and nights. I really hated to give it back to the store.
From that time on I fantasized about sex with black men. I bought a
thing…dildo, I think they’re called. I kept it hid and would use it nearly
every day.” She gave a bitter laugh. “Now this is funny. My ex-husband was
seeing his bimbo nearly a year before he left me. I found some photos in
his car that showed her sucking him off. The sorry bastard wouldn’t hardly
let me see his thing. There was even a picture of him screwing her doggy
style. Talk about an ego buster. What did she have that caused him to do
things with her that he wouldn’t do with me?”
I had to admit that I didn’t have a clue as to what made men, any man, do
what they did. I don’t doubt that men think but I don’t know what they
think. A waitress was filling our wine glasses when Julie asked the
question.
“They think with their dicks,” she said with a snort. “All the blood
rushed to their peckers and the brain shuts down. Honey, you ain’t no
different than a lot of women. Them men want a pure little woman in their
bed and a slut on the side so they can do things they can’t do with their
wife. Bastards,” she added moving away. Julie and I both laughed at her
comment.
“She may be right,” I said. “Maybe you should have grabbed his head and
shoved it to your pussy and made him eat you. Or took his cock and sucked
it without talking about it.”
“Maybe so,” she said with a shrug “Anyway, that boat’s done sailed. Next
man I get I’m going to tell him what to do and how I want it.” She looked
up and I saw that she was watching a man approach us. “Well look here,”
she said. “It’s my traveling companion, Hal, and he looks reasonably
sober.”
“Julie,” the man said when he got to our table. “I’m so sorry about last
night. I drank too much.” He glanced at me and did a double take. He
recognized me but he couldn’t place me. Besides the elevator, I had met
Hal Barton several times back when I was trying to get my foot in Tolliver
Company’s door. I hadn’t recognized him in the elevator.
“This is Ali,” Julie said coolly. She didn’t offer to let him sit down
with us. “Ali Baker with the Baker Ad Agency. They’ll be doing some of our
ad business and we are discussing that business right now.”
“That’s my job,” Hal Barton protested. “I make all those decisions,
Julie.”
“You make whatever decisions I tell you to make Hal,” Julie snapped.
“Unless I’m mistaken I’m still the CEO and majority stock holder, aren’t
I?”
“Yes, of course,” Hal stammered his face red. “Anyway, I was hopping to
make up for last night. When will you be free?”
“I’m always reasonable but never free,” Julie said winking at me. “I’ll be
busy for the rest of the night, Hal. Find something to entertain you.”
“Doing what?” Hal snapped.
“It’s absolutely none of your business,” Julie said calmly. “But I’ll tell
you anyway. Ali and I are going to an orgy. Just she and I with a bunch of
black men. Some lucky black guy will get to enjoy what you were too drunk
to even touch. Go away, Hal.” He stared at Julie for several moments while
she ignored him.
“Wow, you were sure rough on him,” I commented as he slowly made his way
out of the restaurant.
“Yeah I guess I was,” she said. “Hal is a senior vice president. He got
the job from my ex. He’s been in my way ever since I took over. Recently
he decided that he could get control of the business if he wooed and
bedded me. The simple son of a bitch had his shot and blew it. Enough
about him. When do we party?”
***
Julie Tolliver gave the term ‘party animal’ a whole new meaning. On the
way to my room where we were to meet the guys, she told me that she was
feeling shy and asked me to help her through it. That was a joke. She
blended right in and the guys were pleased with her.
Chuck, Hank, and Marcus were the guys that started. Tony and Carlos
arrived later to help out.
“Hello Julie,” Chuck said taking her hand when I introduced her to the
men. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. He took over the introductions and each
of the guys gave her an appraising look and a friendly hello. I’ll give
the seduction credit to Hank. He put some music on and he and Julie
danced, if you could call it dancing. It looked more like swaying and
groping to music but whatever it was, it worked. Marcus and I were also
dancing and I was close enough to hear the line of shit Hank put on her.
“I’m going to break you down like a double barrel shotgun,” Hank told
Julie. “I’m going to shove nine inches of hard black cock in your cunt
until you scream for me to stop, but I won’t stop. I’ll keep fucking you
until you pass out.” I had to smile at that. First of all Hank didn’t have
nine inches unless he measured from his asshole. Secondly I doubted that
Julie was going to pass out. I was positive she would stay awake to enjoy
all of it. Hank had his hands on Julie’s butt pulling her close to his
bulging cock. I noticed that she was flushed.
While they danced, Hank slowly removed her clothes. It didn’t take too
long before she was wearing only her bra and panties. Neither of them
lasted very much longer. Hank also removed his clothes and I’ll have to
say they made an interesting couple. Julie’s white skin pressed against
Hanks black skin was a study in contrast. I couldn’t detect any of the
shyness Julie mentioned. She had her white hand on Hank’s cock as they
shuffled around the floor.
While that was going on, Marcus joined Chuck and I. I was pressed between
the two black men. If you’ve never danced in trio with two big black men,
I strongly suggest you give it a try. If having two cocks rubbing against
you front and back don’t get your engine started, nothing will.
It wasn’t very long before all five of us were naked. I was busy, but I
kept an eye on Julie. Not that she needed any help from me. She and Hank
were in a sixty-nine on the floor. Good ol’ Julie was finally getting the
oral sex she craved.
Before the night was over she got a lot of attention. Whatever she had
been lacking in her sex life she was making up for it. She took them all
on. One at a time and then toward the end of the orgy she took all of them
at one time. Chuck in her ass, Marcus in her pussy, Hank in her mouth,
while Carlos and Tony sucked her tits. It was a sight to behold.
For a lot of the night I was mostly a voyeur. I did a lot of watching and
getting the guys hard for Julie. I was all right with that because I
wanted her first black fucking to go well. I’ll be honest enough to admit
that I was also looking to improve my business with Tolliver Paper
Company. Not that I was left high and dry because I got plenty of hard
meat, especially after Carlos and Tony showed up. Carlos had a nice size
white cock and it was a nice change from all the black dicks.
After the men left, Julie and I piled up on one of the beds and we both
were asleep within seconds of laying down. Chuck went to the other room
where he slept.
I was awaken by Julie and Chuck fucking on the bed beside me. They either
didn’t hear me complaining or chose to ignore it. I left them still
humping like animals and went to shower. They were still going at it when
I got out. Julie Tolliver apparently had a lot of catching up to do.
Julie moved into our suite that same afternoon. Julie was insatiable. She
couldn’t get enough fucking so Marcus brought a couple of his buddies to
help out. I couldn’t help but notice that Chuck and Julie spent a lot of
the rest of the weekend together when she wasn’t being fucked by one or
two of the others. She slept in his bed that night and Sunday night.
Julie and I first did the girl-girl bit for the guys on Saturday night. It
was a lot of fun and Julie took to pussy lapping like a natural. Julie and
I are both sluts and we love it and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Hal Barton made a pest of himself until Julie sent him packing. She made
him take a commercial flight and leave the company plane for her. That was
how Chuck and I got home. We flew in style in her very nice private jet.
Chuck and Julie fucked all the way home. I was so worn out from the
weekend I didn’t mind being left to myself. My pussy tingled for three
days after I got home. What a weekend!
***
Before the year was out I had all Tolliver Paper Company’s ad business.
Chuck moved in with Julie and they became a hot item. Coincidentally she
doesn’t mind sharing Chuck with me. Not that I need her to share. I seemed
to attract handsome black men on my own. I suspect there is some kind of
network the men use to let each other know what white woman is receptive
to black cock. Maybe it’s something they can sense. I don’t know and
couldn’t care less. I’m living the good life and my pussy is seldom
without attention.
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