VIP Anniversary

My dynamic duo was beside themselves with anticipation. Quickly strategizing a proper mode of attack, they peeled away the rest of their clothes. As I had surmised, Mr. Hotshot's claim-to-fame was somewhat lacking in the length department (why is it the guys with the biggest mouths have the smallest pricks?). However, he wasn't the least bit shy about attacking my pussy. Dropping to his knees, he quickly ripped down my panties and buried his talented tongue between my liquid lips.

Mr. Coldshot (obviously a boob-man) attacked from the flank. Gently pulling my bustier down enough to expose my round melons, his neck kisses soon submerged to lock on their intended targets. Grabbing hold of Coldshot's erection, I was pleased to find he carried a more substantial seven plus inches of ebony muscle.

Pornology 101 +++++

Behind sagging eyelids, my liquor-clogged brain played host to any number of mixed erotic visions, including: my disappearing husband, sexy Vanessa and our sublimated chauffeur, Leon; slow dance seducing Vanessa's well-hung brother, Miles; Sofi, PT and his giant posse. Each vision aroused then tormented me with its lack of conclusion – like a series of redundant unfulfilled voids. Edging my ass up on the desk, I leaned back to let the distractions sweep over me. If I was bold enough I could use these distractions to reduce each vision to its self-serving element. Once I skimmed off the emotion, the only thing left was the sex... lusty, unrestrained, primal, mind numbing, anything goes sex. Grabbing hold of Coldshot's cock, I totally consumed it. Hotshot unleashed his entire oral arsenal on my sopping pussy. Licking, sucking, and biting at it, like my love hole was a forbidden fruit he'd just sold his soul to devour.

A flash of neon yellow caught my glance, as my orgasm peaked. Biting and sucking Coldshot's weapon like there was no tomorrow, crass voices broke through the throbbing music. "That's it Bitch; suck that black cock!" One coarse voice demanded. "C'mon man; get up there and fuck that white pussy." Another voice added. Whipping Coldshot's cock out, my mouth went to work sucking his black balls, as he hard-stroked. "Yeah Man, come all over that classy white face. She wants it bad!"

My deep, urgent moans and squeals sustained each sordid moment. That's when I recognized the flash of yellow was my recent dance partners, the twin zoot-suited limbo kings. Hearing, but hardly listening to their exhorts, I watched as they peeled away their brassy colored coats and trousers. Coldshot growled. My back hit the cluttered desktop, just as he shot a long white ribbon of cum across my face. Suddenly the hems of my thigh-highs were on either side of my face.

"Man, if you can't get it done; move aside," I heard. But Hotshot would not be denied. As I tried licking cum from the first round, Hotshot's smaller, 6-inch dick filled my mouth, while a new hard hunk of meat parted my lower lips. Considering its short length, but wider girth, I assumed it belonged to Ron or Rob. I wiped enough opaque gunk from my eyes to watch Hotshot's expression, as his cock tickled my throat. My moans and grunts, meant to urge whoever was giving me a fuck, carried little weight. Waiting for the hard fucking I craved became rather frustrating. Rob/Ron switched off before the first one climaxed, which left me still wanting more–much more.

Hotstuff fought thru his inadequacy, whipped out his prick and unloaded a few sparse spurts on my cheek. He was happy. "Well, good for him," I thought. Pulling myself back up to my elbows, I stared between my spread legs at Rob/Ron trying to rise to the occasion. "Listen guys, this is all fun and games, but now it's my turn," I noted and pushed the twins away.

"Sure Baby, just say the word," agreed Hotshot, lamely trying to reawaken his spent wiener.

"Okay then, to start with... come here you two limbo fuckers," I directed. "I thought you guys did everything together... well? You lay down here Rob."

"It's RON, Baby," he corrected, but was quick to shimmy his short black body up on the long desktop.

"Whatever, okay ROB; you get up here too. Face your brother. Here, run your legs between his. Yeah, like that."

With their legs entwined, this brought their cocks together. Funny, neither one of them objected to what would appear to any normal guy as a couple of queers going at it. I figured they're twins; they must be used to it. "There now, see how nice this is...everything in one, tidy package," I smiled and leaned down to squat over the desk.

Wrapping both hands around their semi-erect boners, I treated them as one broad cock with two heads. Jacking and licking each head, I found it fairly easy to edge both into my mouth at once. They liked that a lot! They liked it even more, when I joined them on the desktop. Squatting down over them, they had no qualms about double-fucking my ass. The idea sounds odd in retrospect, but it was quite fun at the time. Rob (or Ron?) shot his wad first, with his brother not far behind (so to speak). Cum virtually poured from my asshole, as we disengaged. The two black twins high-fived and laughed, when I caught sight of yet another former dance partner at the door.

"Rudy-JAY!" I shrieked, as streams of cum continued flowing from my ass. The long, tall, ebony string bean, with his Uncle Sam in tow finished some confidential formalities with JJ. "Momma's waitin' for your sweet ass," I yelled, searching for a hand towel or any damn thing to wipe up with. Self-degradation comes with a price; mine was to wallow in cum. Downing another shot of tequila, I couldn't help but wonder what must be going through the youngster's brain. Seeing me in nothing more than my bustier, garter, hose, and pumps, standing with four half-naked black men, stopped him dead in his tracks. The kid just froze in his footsteps, until his uncle prodded him.

"Come here Lover; I've been savin' this for YOU, Baby," I schmoozed, wrapping my arms around his long neck. "Oh, you too, Uncle Sam," I added, dropping one hand to squeeze his package. "A little over-dressed for love making aren't you Honey?" I whispered, before ripping his zipper down.

The boy's nervous body was like a taut wire, as I stripped down his pants. "C'mon Baby, don't let those fuckers bother you. Just give me some of that licorice stick, hmm," I chided, while the others jacked themselves and urged him on.

"Man, she's all over that young shit."

"Go on Dude, shoot the goo to her; face-fuck the bitch... she loves it," somebody added, as I knelt to accept his birthday boner.

When shy Rudy-J was still reluctant to share his long dark pole, I went immediately to work on his Uncle Sam's trousers. Apparently the whole scene, plus plenty of who-knows-how-many drinks, had done a job on Sam. He was plenty ready for some action, and wasn't at all shy about joining in the fun. Dropping his own drawers, he whipped out the first reasonable sized cock I'd been treated to so far. His thick, nine-inch, pitch-black beast became my immediate object of desire. The sight of his uncle's familiarity must have been enough to put the boy at ease. Soon I was greeted with Rudy J's long, thin erection as well. I eagerly sucked, licked, and sloppily kissed both of them, until I felt someone raise me up from under my arms.

"I believe the lady would be more comfortable up here," Coldshot explained, as he stretched me out to lie on the long desk. Papers, pens, coffee cups, and assorted supplies flew off and crashed to the floor, as I conveyed a gracious smile to him.

"You're such a sweetheart; but I know you just want a better vantage point–right?" I winked and took hold of his re-energized hardon. He returned a smile of his own, while a hoard of testosterone slingers surrounded the desk. Watching them each rhythmically stroking their black spears over me, I couldn't help but recall a pale Fay Wray patiently awaiting her King Kong... how deliciously erotic!

"Well, if I was to be a human sacrifice, I might as well lay back and enjoy it," I rationalized. Grasping one of my tits, I let my other hand slide down to massage my pussy. That seemed conducive to faster stroking on their part. Hoisting the same heavy tit to take some long licks and nipple sucks, along with burying three fingers in my love hole, had an even more active reaction.

Mixed Perceptions +++++

It started with ebony hands and probing fingers enveloping me. Dropping my hands to submit to their touch, I took hold of anything convenient and tubular. Closing my eyes to savor each tactile sensation; each stale yet sweet smell; each taunting moan and groan, until I felt my legs spread and bent at the knees. Teasing my eyes to take a peak, I watched twenty-one year old Rudy-J slither up and over my body. "That-a boy RJ; she's all greased and ready for it," came a voice from overhead. My eyes opened wide, as the boy's long slender manhood split my slit and filled my vagina in one, long stroke. My opened-mouth surprise was equally treated to Uncle Sam's rigid meat. Turning my head to take more and more of his beefy honker down my throat, I sensed Rudy-J's momentum steadily increasing.

Whatever pent-up anticipation and sexual tension I had was released at that moment. My body was on fire and the guys were intent on feeding it with all the kindling they could muster. It was like the Oklahoma land rush, with each of them trying to stake a claim on selected parts of my mature body.

Uncle's spewing cock was first to explode. Expecting him to throat-fuck me, I was somewhat taken back, when he yanked it from my mouth. "Yeah, shoot it to her GOOD! Open your filthy white mouth, Bitch!" Is what I heard; gobs of fresh semen coating my tongue is what I felt. Feeling it streaming down my throat, I gasped to catch my breath. "The fucking whore loves it Man, give her some more... go ON!" I think Sam yelled, as another load of cock juice surprised me from the right side of my cheek.

"Shit, you guys have been watching way too much... porn," I tried to smile, as another stream of starchy white venom laced my lips and nose.

"See, the cum-sucking whore loves it. C'mon Junior, aren't ya ready yet?"

"Hey, HEY... wait one fucking minute!" I was able to get out, just as Rudy-J ripped out his long tool. A split-second later, he was kneeling between my thighs shooting round after round of hot man gravy over my chest, with some of it landing on my neck and chin. Here I was virtually covered in cum, and I had yet to be decently fucked. They were sordidly using me to show off. I had become no more than a junkyard slut; and it pissed me off.

Trying to regain any composure in my drunken state was futile. They delighted in holding me down, applying various choke holds, and taunting with more obscenities. More facial ejaculations only served to further inflame my rage. Though the fever of my hate for them boiled over; my body was in no condition to fight. That's when I nearly succumbed to the torment. Seeing obese JJ and the bouncer coming toward me sporting ready hardons, I broke down and screamed. Fighting with every bit of energy I could summon, I somehow was able to burst free from their strong arms and escape the desktop. With Fat Boy and the bouncer closing in on me from behind, I turned to streak to the door. I was in mid-turn when a tall wall-of-a-man dressed in a dark suit stopped me. My adrenalin rush peaked. Energy drained instantly as I felt myself slide down the wall. I gave up.

"Okay, you bastards. I think the lady has had enough," calmly, but demonstratively said the wall.

Leaning breathlessly against him, I felt his suit coat come around to cover me. When my savior bent to lift me up into his arms, I knew it was Miles. Throwing my arms around his neck to ward off my attackers, I finally took a series of deep oxygen-filled breaths. Making our way through the crowd of naked assholes, they began to taunt and further debase me.

"I said ENOUGH! The lady's had enough of your shit. Now, get out of the fucking way," Miles forcefully warned.

Seducing The Sidewinder +++++

Making our way out of the rear entrance of the club, I assured Miles I was stable enough to walk. "So, now I suppose you'll require the usual hero's fee for that?" I smiled, leaving my arms locked around tall Mile's neck as he gently let me down.

"No, just the normal white-knight-to-the-rescue charge will be just fine, or should I say "black" knight," he added, returning a smile of his own.

Silently sharing expressions of relief, I brushed my hair back and caught a glob of jism. "SHIT, I must be a perfect wreck. Trust me; this is NOT my idea of having a good time."

"Hmm, I see," Miles nodded with a bit of an eye roll, before offering me his folded handkerchief.

Ambling across the dark parking lot in no particular direction, I recognized Leon's limo and headed that way. "You think this was ALL my idea don't you? Well, maybe at first. I wanted... I wanted to..."

"Yes Barb, you wanted to what? What is it that you REALLY want anyway?" He asked, as I cleared my face and bare shoulders of more gunk.

"Hmm, what DO I want – like tonight or like forever? Don't think I have enough brain cells left to get too philosophical," I snickered.

"Suit yourself. Who knows, one answer might be a metaphor for the other," Miles suggested.

"Shit, I left my fucking dress in the VIP!" I suddenly realized, crossing my forearms to grasp the lapels of his long suit coat.

"I'll make sure you get it back, but that was no VIP room – you know that, right?"

"Well, I did have some doubts, but what the hell do I know about such things?" I stated, feeling the evening's chill as we reached the limo.

"What's up Miles?" Asked Leon from the driver's seat. Snapping off a finished cigarette, he leaned back to check me out.

"Not much Man. Got a lady in distress here without a dress. You might want to let her in to warm up," Miles suggested to his brother-in-law.

"Wha the fuck? How the hell... sure, Barb get in girl," Leon promptly got out and opened one of the double rear doors. I got in the extended back area of the limo and unexpectedly found my purse in Mile's coat pocket. Quickly trying to repair some facial damage in my compact mirror, I powered the back window down to hear their conversation.

"Nah man, that fucking JJ-asshole and Crazy Carl (bouncer) set her up and were pimping her." Explained Miles, shaking his head.

"No shit?"

"Yeah, he had her doing about six bastards on his desk. Fifty a blow; a hundred to fuck her."

"Damn, good thing you got her out. That fucking JJ would have played her all night, ya know," Leon said.

"Yeah well, I'm going back for her dress. If I'm not back in a few... ah never mind that, I'll be back," Miles concluded and headed back to the club.

Reapplying my makeup and lipstick, it dawned on me what might have happened if Miles hadn't showed to save me. The idea made me shudder. Leon got back in the driver's seat. I tapped on the privacy window.

"So Leon, any news about Donny and Vanessa? Have you seen them?" I asked, catching his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Hell, they just left to look for you. I mean, they were here for a while, but I think your husband was feeling guilty or something. Anyway, they left not too long ago."

"Damn asshole, he should be feeling guilty. Leaving me alone all that time; who knows what terrible things might have happened." I said, leaning back in the plush seat and pulling open my borrowed suit coat.

Leon's eyes followed mine as I reclined. "I think she (Vanessa) kinda figured you and Miles would hit it off."

"Yeah well, I think she, or both of them, figured wrong. Say, what is it with you and that busty beauty anyway?" I switched subjects.

"What do ya mean?"

"So, you don't have any problems sharing her sweet ass with other guys?" I asked, pulling Mile's suit coat off.

"T-that's pretty much up to her, ya know. It's kinda mutual like that. She has her thing," the reluctant chauffeur shrugged.

"And you have your thing, right?"

"Yeah... like that, yeah." Leon admitted with an tinge of sadness in his voice.

"So just what IS your thing, Leon? Aren't you into white chicks like she's into white guys? You certainly don't seem to think much of me," I asked bluntly.

"Hey, I never said... I think you're both a very classy couple," Leon replied, as if rehearsed.

"Well, I don't feel very classy right now," I muttered, then noticed Miles heading our way with my sparkly dress draped over his arm. "We'll get back to this later, Leon. Here comes Miles."

Opening my door to let him in, he stood his ground and stuck his hand holding my dress inside. "Here, you better put this on. You'll catch cold or something." Taking the dress, I draped it on the seat behind me. With one hand still on his wrist, I yanked hard on it, until I had him all the way inside the limo.

Sitting in my tainted bustier, half-strapped down garters, wounded hose, and pumps, I must have looked like some desperate refugee from whore camp. Even after reapplying makeup, I was more tramp that trophy wife. "I think you don't like me at all, Miles. Leon says you really do care for me, but I told him he's full of shit," I said, fiddling with his tie and opening his collar.

"Barb listen, in a different time, perhaps a different life, we would have hit it off," Miles offered, as I continued to undo his tie, collar and imported shirt.

"There you go again, getting psychological on me again! Can't you just let me thank you for saving me from the wolves, hmm?" I pouted, unhooking his cuffs.

"No thanks are necessary... really. I would have done that for any attractive woman in distress," he insisted, trying to keep my lightening hands from his belt.

"Attractive, hmm... for a white woman, right?" I teased.

"I never said that. Now, if you want to get into the whole black and white thing that's up to you. My only concern is that this black thing works into your white thing."

Shifting my hands from his belt back to the shirt, I forced the upper half down his arms. "So, you DO think I'm at least attractive–that's a start," I winked, and stabbed his ear with my wet tongue. His hands dropped. His head hit the back of the seat. His whole body relaxed. Eureka! I had hit pay dirt.

"You are incredibly attractive, and sexy, and I... I could fuck you in a heartbeat," he whispered, as my tongue slurped and probed further into his ear. With his elbows locked in the shirt, my hands went back to his belt. In a matter of seconds I had his belt and slacks open. Backing away from his ear, I lowered my bustier and pressed my boobs hard against his dark, shaven chest.

"Is this the heartbeat you need, Sweetheart?" I oozed and opened my mouth to his.

Shucking away his shirt, his long body lunged forward. All the while our heated kisses ascended with a passion I'd only known a few times with my husband. I captured and sucked most of his long tongue in my mouth, as he frantically stripped out of his pants and shorts. Lying back into the pleated seat, I gazed up at him. Lamplights burst like giant puffs of frozen white dandelions on the windows in the darkness. I could barely make out his expression, as he took hold of my leg. Our heated breath pumped fleeting gusts of fog between my vision in black and white. Draping my half-hosed ankle up over his shoulder, I felt his cock on me for the first time.

Burying my head back against the backdoor, my mouth opened proportionately to the size of his glorious cock splitting my vaginal lips. "Oh GOD! Oh Miles." As if the two of us were one, I felt more and more of his thick meat slowly filling my love canal. Reaching out, grasping for anything secure, I grabbed hold of his shoulder. As I dug my nails into him, my other hand reached to heighten an already heavenly sensation. He sucked in a hiss through clenched teeth, as more of his cock bore into me. With his super thick eleven or twelve-inch honker lodged snuggly against my cervix, he stopped. Feeling a mere inch or so remaining between us, I spread my legs further apart.