Tracey and I Take on Four BBCs

My best friend Tracey and I recently had some excellent fun with four big black cocks.

Following the relaxation of lockdown rules, I spoke to my friends down in Dorset and after chatting Clive and his son Henry decided to come up to Scotland on a visit.

I have been desperate to sample their big, black cocks again and got very hot and wet while talking to them on the telephone.

I arranged for them to come up and they readily agreed to spend the weekend with myself and my friend Tracey.

We booked a nice hotel on the outskirts of Glasgow for a dirty weekend of fun with our big dicked black studs.

As I was chatting to Clive he asked me if it would be okay for his brother (who is three years younger than him) and his nephew to also pay us a visit.

He informed me that he had spoken at length about the fun we had enjoyed with Ron and Sam, and that his brother Trevor was desperate to join in the fun.

"Baby girl," he said to me. "He can't wait to meet you and he is another big boy too. My ma and pa only had big sons," he laughed.

His nephew was around the same age as Henry and he was " a cocky so and so," Clive informed me. "He thinks he is god's gift to women!"

This was all delivered in his wonderful, soft lilting Jamaican accent. I was melting as he spoke to me. My panties were being eaten alive by my wet cunt as we chatted!

I eagerly agreed, thinking the more cock the merrier.

I was a little bit surprised that his friend Denzel didn't want to come up to visit but he told me that sadly he had other plans for the weekend we had arranged unfortunately.

I was very excited to be arranging this hot meet with these two very well hung guys and their relatives. Knowing that the fucking I had taken from the father and son combination had satisfied me immensely.

Mike was extremely excited at the prospect of me getting some more big, black cock and teased me mercilessly for the few days before the meeting was arranged.

Tracey chatted to me on the phone telling me that she was extremely horny at the prospect of getting some new cock, and she delighted in me telling her how myself and my friend Louise had taken on several of the men whilst down in Dorset.

I was feeling extremely slutty and turned on, as the rather taboo nature of father and son at the same time again had me dripping wet with anticipation.

In preparation for the weekend we had planned, Mike ordered me some new lingerie and some temporary tattoos unbeknownst to me.

The plan was that we were to meet the guys at a bar after their flight arrived at Glasgow airport and then head to the nice hotel that we had booked.

We had booked three rooms (not expecting to use them all for most of the weekend!) and knew that we would look a little bit odd. Two middle-aged white women, with four black men of varying ages.

The lingerie arrived in the post and Mike was eager to show me what he had bought for me.

Two new sets of stockings arrived along with suspender belts, panties and bras.

One pair of nylons was the standard black in colour with a thin seam running up the back and a patterned motif running around the top band. This was accompanied by a see-through pair of panties and bra set along with a matching suspender belt.

The other pair of stockings were copper coloured (dark tan), again with a nice seam up the back. This was accompanied by a red suspender belt and matching see through red panties and bra.

I told Tracey what Mike had brought me and she admitted but she had also treated herself to some sexy new undies for the weekend.

A pair of white crotchless pantyhose and a full laced bodystocking.

Along with the lingeri Mike had bought me was a set of temporary tattoos.

There were several different word designs on the sheet, ranging from 'cumslut' to 'dirty whore' to 'black cock slut'.

Mike told me he thought it would be nice for me to wear a 'tramp stamp' or two for the guys who were going to enjoy me over the weekend.

As usual I trimmed and shaved my pussy so it was completely bald and smooth and treated myself to some very slutty red lipstick to wear for my black studs.

Hair done, nails all sorted and I was gagging for a good shagging.

The weekend arrived for Tracey and I to head off to Glasgow to meet the guys.

Mike had given me a really hard screwing the night before telling me that he hoped I would be getting several loads of cum dumped up me and all over me on Friday and Saturday.

We had arranged for him to spend some time with Ryan, our son, who was coming back for the weekend and Mike was planning on getting regular updates from me whenever he could.

Once again this felt deliciously wicked, my loving husband spending time with one of our children whilst I was away taking hard cocks, spunk and being fucked like a slut wife.

Tracey was like a bitch on heat and rang me the night before we were due to head off, finger fucking herself telling me how horny she was feeling.

I told her about the tattoos that Mike had bought me and said that it would be great if she wore a couple as well and we could surprise the guys together.

We agreed I would be going over to hers in the morning to get ready and apply them to each other.

She asked me about how big their cocks were and I again told her that Henry had the nickname 'Henry the horse,' and that his father Clive was a really dishy older man. His cock wasn't quite as big as his son's but he certainly knew how to use it.

The other two guys I obviously hadn't met, but I had spoken to Clive's brother (Trevor) on the telephone and he sounded a real chirpy, confident, smooth talker. Again with an accent that could melt hearts, and cause wet pussies instantly!

I kissed Mike goodbye telling him to have a lovely time with Ryan, who he was picking up later. As far as my son knew I was going away for a nice spa weekend with my friend Tracey. We had told him that I was going away for some pampering.

I smiled to myself thinking little did he know but I was going to be well pampered, but not in the way that he thought. I would be pampered and spoilt by four huge, big, black cocks fucking every hole of mine, cumming all over me and making me climax intensely over and over again.

I drove across to Traceys dressed quite conservatively in a pair of jeans and simple t-shirt.

Once there Tracey and I started to tart ourselves up in anticipation of meeting our older lovers later that day.

After our showers we applied some slutty make up again,me using my new red tarty lipstick. Probably a little bit too heavily made up for during the daytime, however we wanted to look as tarty as possible for our hunky studs and black lotharios.

We giggled and laughed together choosing our temporary adhesive tattoos.

Tracey opted for a large Gothic design with the words 'Dirty Whore,' which was applied to the small of her back.

A smaller tattoo was popped on her right ankle in the shape of a cock and balls with the word 'slut' underneath it.

Tracey then helped me choose my two tattoos, again one was applied to my ankle. I opted to apply it to my right ankle as I also wore my thin silver anklet on it.

The tattoo was a design from a pack of playing cards featuring a black spade with the word 'Queen' written above it.

I knew this was meant to be a reference to the term Queen of Spades, which I believe is meant to indicate a white wife who willingly takes black cock for her enjoyment and with the consent of her husband.

A further larger tattoo was also applied to the small of my back in the classic tramp stamp position. This tattoo was the phrase, 'Married cumslut,' in a very nice Arabic font style.

Tracey and I got dressed after having applied the dirty accompaniments, and decided that we wanted to wear something that would show the tattoos off on our ankles.

I opted for a fairly short, black and white striped mini skirt with a nice white blouse. A tiny white lacey, see through thong and matching bra.

I tied my hair in a single ponytail and put a pair of large hoop earrings in to top off what I thought was a very sexy look.

Tracey popped one of her favourite short blue mini dresses on. It is so short that when she bends over, her gorgeous arse is often on display and her massive tits look fantastic spilling out in the tiny outfit.

A pair of black heels for me and white heels for Tracey topped off the sexy looks for both of us.

Once ready we jibed each other saying that we looked like a right pair of scrubbers, laughing saying that we hoped a few men would get hard cocks from seeing the site of us as we set off to meet our friends.

We got some admiring looks as we took a taxi to the train station and further looks of disapproval from some wives and girlfriends, with admiring glances and smiles from a few men.

A train journey later, with a couple of drinks followed by a further taxi took us to the bar that we had arranged to meet the men in.

We had phoned ahead thinking you still needed to book a table because of Covid regulations but were informed that this was no longer the case.

We settled in the bar, again receiving admiring glances from a couple of the older men who were sitting nursing their pints in the middle of the early afternoon.

One of the guys asked us whilst we were ordering our drinks from the bar if we were headed away on a hen night out as he thought it was a bit early. Also noticing the small cases we both had with us.

We replied saying that we probably did look like we were heading out clubbing or for a dance but we were just waiting for some friends coming from down south on a flight.

The old guy was very charming but was clearly enjoying the view he had of both my legs and Tracey's fantastic shapely figure in her tiny blue mini dress.

He asked if our friends were as pretty as us, to which we both smiled and laughed saying we thought they were good looking, admitting they were men and not more women.

I noticed both him and his friend who had now joined us looking at my wedding ring and also at my anklet and both Tracey amd my tattoo.

I felt a tingle thinking they may be guessing we were a couple of sluts, me a married one, on the prowl for extra cock.

It felt deliciously slutty to sit in a bar as only two women with only a few older men and a couple of younger guys playing pool in a room at the back of the establishment.

My fanny was already feeling the tingle of excitement as Tracey and I chatted quietly and discussed what we expected to happen over the coming hours.

I told Tracey that I had cum off so hard on Henry's big cock that I had visibly shook, and that Clive was an expert with his tongue and that he had brought me off to a few crashing orgasms as well.

We messaged the guys to find out if their flight was on time and were pleased to hear that everything was going according to plan.

A further round of drinks for Tracey and myself helped us settle our nerves a bit and again some further chat from both of the old men at the bar as we ordered our drinks had us both feeling horny as well.

It was clear the old guys were letching after us and we both played it up. Wiggling our arses as we walked back to our table and on one occasion when I went through for a pee, I made sure that my heels clicked and clacked, drawing attention to my legs and I hoped once more for my anklet and tattoo as well.

We received another text message from the guys saying they had arrived safely and we're just waiting for a taxi to bring them into town to meet us.

We both had butterflies at this point as Tracey was telling me that she felt like sticking her hand into her panties and giving herself a good frigging as she felt so fucking turned on.

Within a few minutes the guy's taxi had arrived and our four handsome men were strolling through the door.

It was obviously a bit of a surprise for four big black men to be standing in a bar in the centre of Glasgow during the day, and the two old guys smiled and nodded at both us and the men as we greeted each other.

Clive was every bit as dashing as I remembered him. He was dressed in a very smart black suit with his crisp white shirt open at the neck. Henry was dressed a bit more casually in a pair of jeans and a nice tight burgundy shirt.

We were introduced to the other two guys in turn. Clive's brother Trevor was quite simply gorgeous.

He has his brother's accent and easy manners and a close cropped head of black hair and a smile that lights up any room and he is built!

His son Daniel was equally handsome and dressed in a very smart grey suit with a white shirt, quite open at the neck showing a very nice chest.

On seeing us the guys had walked over to our table immediately and Tracey and I automatically stood up and were hugged and kissed by each of the guys, one after the other.

Not deep snogs, but plenty of pecks on our cheeks until Clive and I saw each other and he swept me in his arms, his big hands reaching around and grabbing my butt as he planted a wet sloppy kiss on my lips.

I opened my mouth like a good slut should. Our tongues met.

After our introductions and more kissing and gentle fondling, Tracey and I settled back down as Clive went to the bar to order drinks for the men and top-ups for Tracey and myself.

I could see him chatting to the older guys at the bar as he ordered the drinks, and hoped that everything was okay as I know some older people can be a little bit funny when it comes to matters of race.

I needn't have worried as one of the older guys had been in the army and had served with many black soldiers he had told Clive.

They were chatting away at the bar quite the thing, and I got the feeling that the topic of conversation was possibly Tracey and myself.

Clive returned with a tray full of drinks and we soon all chatted away as though we'd all known each other for years.

Tracey was clearly a hit with the guys as each of them kept telling her how gorgeous she was and that I hadn't been lying when I had told them what a looker she was.

She was complimented repeatedly on her figure, with Trevor being quite forward saying that she had a stupendous pair of tits and that her legs were stunning.

All of them clearly knew what they and both myself and Tracey had came for, and whilst the chat was quiet, it was soon quite explicit and sex charged.

Trevor simply said that his brother had told him all about the fun with Louise and myself and that he couldn't wait to have his cock very deep up inside me.

I licked my lips provocatively saying I couldn't wait to have my lips around it, because if it was half as good as his brothers and half as nice as his nephews then I was in for a fucking treat.

Tracey was being equally as flirtatious and was soon allowing young Daniel to run his hands on her bare legs as we sat chatting.

The conversation continued in the same vein for several minutes with Tracey and I flirting outrageously with all of the guys, as I told Henry I couldn't wait for some more of his monster cock again and that Tracey was literally sopping at the gash thinking about having such a big cock to play with.

The guys all laughed and we asked if it wasn't awkward with the family connections, but Henry and Daniel confided that they had shared a few girlfriends in three ways before, shocking their fathers a little bit.

We asked what the chat at the bar was to which he told us one of the old men had been a serviceman and that he had told him he had served with several coloured soldiers back in his time in the army.

I apologised for the term but he smiled saying not to worry as there was no offence in what the old guy had meant and that he wasn't over sensitive about being called coloured or black.

He also admitted that the guy had enquired if we were heading out for some fun together and Clive had said that there would be plenty of fun and games being had with the gorgeous women that they have come to meet.

One of the guys had said, "I noticed that they both have tattoos on their ankles. Both look like dirty fuckers who like the black meat," to which Clive had said he hadn't noticed them yet but that he would get us to show him and that that both of us were there exactly for that, some black meat.

Clive added that I was married and a notoriously dirty tart.

Apparently the two guys at the bar were stunned by this and looked delighted at the thought.

Our chatter at the table was delightful with Tracey and myself being showered with compliments and returning them to each of the men telling them how hunky and good-looking they were.

Trevor and Daniel commented on my legs saying that they were pleased I was wearing such a short skirt that showed them off.

Clive asked us to show the guys the tattoos that we had on and we did so brazenly displaying them proudly, not caring about the two old guys at the bar both watching us showing our legs off and ankle tats to these four black men.

Henry smiled saying that he loved the cock and balls that Tracey was tattooed with, and Tracey smiled back saying, "Thanks honey. The word underneath it is absolutely right as well. If you think Anna is dirty you've got no fucking idea how filthy I am going to be for you."

This started off a round of raucous laughter with Trevor admitting that if we weren't careful he was going to cum in his pants.

We all agreed that we should be heading off to the hotel to book into our rooms and it was obvious that the first session of fun would not be long and starting either.

Tracey and I needed a pee and went to the bathroom again, wiggling our backsides as we walked brazenly to the loo together. Feeling all eyes on us as we did so. We now knew that the two old men sitting at the bar were openly staring at us knowing that we were a couple of cock hungry slags, and that we were going to be getting fucked by all of these four big handsome black men and we didn't care.

Once we returned we sat down again and were treated to more groping and fondling of our legs and asses as we did so.

The bar was still quiet and we just let the men feel our legs up, openly allowing them to slide their hands up to our thighs and at one point Trevor had his hand on my wet, see through panties.

Tracey and I were not caring that the two old men at the bar would basically be spectators.

Clive and Trevor needed to pee so they both went to the male toilet and we noticed that one of the old men followed down after a moment or two.

Both our hunks were soon back with us. We asked them what was said in the loo and Clive admitted that the old guy had bluntly asked if what he thought was going on was actually happening.

Clive had asked him to expand and the old guy said," Well I think you are meeting these two tarts to fuck them."

Clive had replied back saying,"That's exactly what's going to be happening mate. We're just about to take them back to the hotel that we have booked for the weekend and we are going to be fucking both of them silly and sending the married slut back well used to her husband on Sunday."

Apparently Clive thought the old chap was going to pull his cock out and wank it off; he was so excited in asking questions about what was going to be happening.

Both Trevor and Clive had said to him,"Don't worry mate will give them both one for you and your pal. In fact, we will give them several for you."

The tension was now very high, and whilst waiting for the taxis the chat got more explicit with Tracey and myself both feeling extremely turned on. Both from the comments from the two guys at the bar and the nice feeling up we were receiving.

Trevor and Daniel now had both their hands high up on Traceys thighs, with me receiving the same attention from Clive.

Henry seemed content to sit watching and quietly smiling to himself enjoying the show.