Monday, February 27, 2006

Schlongue Part Three

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

This went on for at least (I started counting after the first few) eleven bucking orgasms for her. At least they seemed to be what the sex manual book called an orgasm. I could feel her womanly lips squeezing my tongue each time as she shook all over.

After a while she collapsed onto her back on the bed, gasping for breath. While I lay there, still on my back trying to protect her bouquet she had inside my asshole, and trying to regain my own wind, I started to think about her breathless exclamations while she was cumming. I finally decided that she was just overly excited and had said dirty words as part of her orgasms.

The sex book I had read to get ready for marriage had explained about some women liking to say dirty words when they were sexually excited. Now my fiancee had never so much as said a swear word before we were married, so this was a distinct change! Kind of exciting. My cock was as hard as a rock.

All in all, I felt very good about my first sexual experience with my incredibly beautiful, sexy bride! I had actually made her cum on our first time! The book says that I shouldn’t be disappointed if it took a while, but my bride had cum on our very first time together! And she had really cum a lot of times! I felt like a really sexy husband already.

My wife laid there for quite awhile breathing hard, her cheeks flushed, her beautiful wedding dress still pulled up above her waist, her legs wide open, pussy fully exposed and pulsating. One hard nipple was peeking out at me from behind the dress, through her plunging neckline.

After about five minutes her still visible nipple began to soften and shrink. A few minutes later she began to stir again, and slowly got off the bed. She went into the restroom, and when she came back out, she went over to the single remaining flower, picked it up, and walked back to me lying on the bed.

“Please get up, honey. But be careful not to crush my bouquet, baby.”

I carefully rolled over and got up.

“Put this flower down your schlongue hole, honey!” she said.

“My what?”

She pointed at the hole in the tip of my cock and said “Down that hole, your urethra. All the way down so that just the flower is visible. I want to take some more pictures.” She picked up the video camera to record my insertion.

“Sweetie, I don’t think it was made to accept such a thing.”

“Honey, please do it, just for ME? Pretty please?” Her beautiful face was looking up at me like it was the most important thing she would ever ask of me. How could I resist my gorgeous new wife?

So I started trying to insert it down my pee hole. She handed me the tube of cold stuff that she had used to insert the flowers up my bum. I coated the flower stem with the slick stuff and slowly began to work the stem down my opening.

I thought I heard my wife mutter something like “God, they will NEVER believe how big he is!” I have no idea who “they” are.

About an inch and a half down, the gold ring was severely constricting the tube down my cock shaft. In fact, my cockhead was hard, and the shaft below my cockhead was fully hard, but at the area under the ring, my tube was a much smaller diameter because of the ring (of course!).

After about five increasingly painful minutes of pushing and twisting the stem, I did get it to pass on by the damn ring, aided largely by the fact that I had lost my hard-on. But despite how sore my cock was getting, I continued to work the stem down my pee hole until I did finally get it all the way down so that only the head of the flower was visible.

Again she spent considerable time photographing me from all angles and in all positions. In one position she had me lay on my shoulders with my back against the sofa, my feet in the air. Then she had me pull my knees down so that the flower in my cock was leaning against my face. She photographed my face and the flower sticking out of my cock head form all angles. Then she had me pull my knees down further so that my cockhead pressing against my ear, my flower filled anus fully exposed to her camera (stretched around the flower stems), the bouquet tickling my balls and bum.

When she was finally finished taking photos, she slowly pulled her wedding dress up and over her head. She was finally completely, breathtakingly naked. She had worn nothing under her wedding dress! It is a good thing that I didn’t know that, or I would not have been able walk all day long. My flowered cock again sprang to fully erected proudness, the flower pointing straight at her lovely, aromatic pussy.

She crawled into bed and said “Honey, I am bushed! I am really tired, so I’m going to sleep. Don’t forget to do your journal before you go to sleep,. Can you save all of your cum for tomorrow for me? Please? Thanks Honey.” And with that she turned on to her side.

Then she raised her tired head again. She looked at me with a look so full of love! Her eyes were sleepy though. She smiled her gorgeous at me, then said “Honey, can you leave all the flowers in so I can get some daylight shots tomorrow, please? Please don’t crush any of them.

“Oh, and I need you to promise me you will never ever take that ring off of your schlongue. Do you promise me?”

I made my promise to leave the flowers in and to never take the ring off, and with that she was asleep. Not exactly my fantasy about our wedding night.

Lying here now, I realized that she had not touched me all day other than the kiss at the wedding, our dances where she rubbed her stiff nipples against my shaft, sitting on my lap during the presentation of the ring, and the lubing and inserting of the flowers into my ass.

And of course when my cock popped out of my shorts and hit her in the face. I don’t think she was expecting that. In fact, I am sure I detected disgust, maybe even abhorrence on her face when she first saw him. I’ll have to ask her about that tomorrow.

She is still making those cute little “mmmuhhh” sounds.

I just realized that she is rocking her sexy little pelvis. I think I will see if I can pull the covers all the way down and watch her perfect nakedness as she sleeps. I want to know everything about her.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Schlongue Part Two

Copyright Deni Wom 2003

The ring looked WAY too small for my penis to fit into. But she unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, pulling them down, then pulled down my shorts.

It felt incredibly good to have him spring free after having been so uncomfortably curled all afternoon and evening.

Unfortunately he popped out of my shorts, swung up, and hit her square in the face. My bride did not seem at all pleased about this turn of events, muttering that he might have hit her in the eye. But she shook her head as though in disgust, then kind of laughed it off.

She handed me the ring and said “Pull his head through the opening in the ring where your finger would normally go. Go ahead, it will be a tight fit, but he will go through. Try it! It is supposed to fit right next to the head under the rim of the glans, that helmet like shaped part.”

I know where my glans is, for god’s sake!

She was right though. With a lot of tugging and pinching and struggling, I was able to get his head through the “finger-hole” in the ring. When I let go, his foreskin covered it completely. Looking at my cock, you would never know that it was there, at least when I was not erect. The ring is much smaller in diameter than my shaft, so the ring actually causes my cock shaft to indent quite a bit where the ring is, even while I am not erect.

I am looking at it now. I pulled back my foreskin, and the indentation where the ring is is very pronounced. My cock head (sorry, glans) blossoms on one side of it while my shaft swells much thicker than the ring on the other side.

She instructed me to swivel the ring on my cock so that the bulge always hangs down, the diamond visible. The ring is thick and heavy, so she must have spent a lot of money on all that gold, and that rock.

After I had secured the ring in its intended place, she told me to get completely naked, spread my legs, and then bend over and touch my toes. She got a tube of something out of her purse, then walked over behind me and put something cold right on my asshole. She smeared whatever it was around a little bit, then started pressing her finger against my opening. By circling her finger around as she pushed against my opening, she slowly worked her finger in. I asked her what in the world was she doing. She told me that she was just preparing me, and that I would see shortly.

After a bit of work her finger was all the way in to her knuckle. She then pulled out and started the circling thing again with two fingers. I have to admit that it felt pretty good, and my cock was starting to harden. Soon she had two fingers into me. Then once again she pulled her fingers out and started the circling with three fingers. As before her fingers were soon completely into me to her knuckle.

My unit was now fully erect, and hard as a nail. But she took no notice at all of my stiff cock. The room was slightly chilly, and I noticed that my balls had tightened up so that my ball sack was fully contracted. The ring was indeed fully visible when he was hard. The ring constricted him to well under a third of his normal diameter.

She again got her camera and took pictures of me in my bent over position. I began to wonder if she was bit kinky. I could feel her get very close for some of the pictures. She seemed to be taking pictures only of my butt though. I could hear the video camera running, and realized that it was also clearly recording my fully exposed bum.

Then she walked over to the table where she had laid her beautiful bouquet, and began to take it apart. One by one, she brought the flowers from the bouquet over and carefully first inserted three fingers into my ass, then inserted the stem of the flower in between her fingers. She continued to push the stem in until the flower was up against my butt cheeks.

After about five minutes she had all but one flower stuck into me. Her bouquet was quite large, so the flowers completely covered my bum. Again she took pictures. Sometimes she would stop taking pictures, and would re-arrange my flowers. Once she removed a couple of the flowers, then re-inserted them differently. She continued to take pictures for about 10 minutes, adjusting my position periodically to better light the flowers I think.

Finally she told me to lie down on the bed on my back with my bum hanging off the end so that I would not crush her bouquet. After picking up the video camera, she climbed up on the bed, shoes on, and lifted her dress. Then she moved forward and squatted right over my face.

I quickly realized that she had no panties or nylons on. Her sweet little opening, of which I had been fantasizing about for six months, was right above my mouth after she settled down onto the bed.

I heard her re-start the video camera and point it toward my face and her perfect little pussy. I could smell her woman’s scent. She had obviously been dancing and therefore had been sweating a bit. I decided that I liked my first experience with the fragrance of a woman’s sex.

“Honey, sweet husband, I have been saving my juices for you all day. I have even put a little plug into me so that they would all be saved for you.

“I am really full of my juices, so be really careful when I pull out the plug so that you don’t spill any of it. I want to watch you lick me clean with your tongue. I love to cum when I have a tongue in me.”

Now I am a virgin. And though I never asked her about it, I assumed she was too. If she was a virgin too, how would she know that she likes to cum with a tongue in her?

But I didn’t voice my surprise.

My wife reached down and slowly pulled a short, penis shaped plug out of her as she lowered herself onto my mouth, all the while aiming the camera at my face. Sure enough, she WAS full! The fluids in her filled my mouth, and I had to swallow fast to be ready for the next deluge. Each time she would squeeze her body, more of her juices would pour out. After about five really full mouth-fulls, the drainage slowed a little.

“Oh, honey, oh god baby, that feels incredible! Oh GOD! Honey Stick your tongue up inside me and clean me out, baby.”

As I obliged I could feel her opening begin to twitch and quiver. After only a few minutes she started to moan and really shudder. She continued to push down against my lips, causing my nose to press against her puckered opening. She rocked forward and back for a short while. Each time she rocked, my nose would enter her bottom a little farther.

Soon my nose was fully buried into her, and I had to try to breathe through my mouth, around my furiously licking tongue. I heard her say “Yes!, Eat my Cunt baby! Stick that long thick tongue up my twat and clean all that cum out! Yes! Yes! Oh GOD I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohhh GOD! I am cumming!” She shivered and bucked on my face. “Clean all that cum out of my cunt! OOOH God! I’m cumming again.”

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Schlongue Part One

Copyright by Deni Wom 2003

My Bride has indicated that I should keep a journal on a daily basis that describes our sex life. Today was our wedding day. I am now writing while my bride sleeps.

I guess I should start my journal by saying that my bride was absolutely beautiful. Her sheer white dress showed off her tan and her brunette hair to best advantage. The plunging neckline had all the men craning their necks trying to see her beautiful breasts. The fabric was very thin, so the shadows of her nipples were clearly visible to anyone that was looking. As she would move or walk, the fabric would cup to her breasts or stomach. I could see her bellybutton dimple under the dress.

Now that I have seen her without clothing (we did not have sex prior to getting married, so tonight was the first time I have seen her body), I can truly say that she has by far the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen, even in pictures. Not that I have a lot of experience, but I, like most teenagers, snuck a look at the girlie magazines my friend’s dad had stored under the house when I stayed overnight. Her breasts are perfectly formed, with brown around her nipples about the size of a silver dollar. Her nipples stick out about a half inch when she is cold or excited. Her nipples are about the size of a 45 caliber bullet.

Right now she is lying there in bed half covered by the sheet, half exposed to my adoring eyes. I pulled the sheet down from covering her right breast so I could see it as she sleeps.

I am lying on my left side so that I can write without crushing her bride’s bouquet. She asked me to make sure I didn’t do anything to spoil it. That may seem like a trivial thing until you realize that she stuck her bouquet, minus one flower, up my ass. The last flower she stuck down my cock.

She seemed to really enjoy taking pictures of her bouquet as she arranged it inside me.

I guess I should tell this in sequence so that it makes more sense.

The marriage ceremony was pretty standard fair, including my getting to kiss the bride. Her mom was crying, and her dad’s lower lip was quivering as they watched their only daughter marry someone that she had known for about a year. We had only been dating for about six months, but had worked together for a few months before we started dating.

Quite honestly. I have never been sure whether her parents liked me or not. After all, she IS the one with all the money. She is a doctor, and I was a nurses aide for several years.

I am much happier now as a personal trainer, because I can spend my spare time working on weights to stay in shape for competition. I guess I should blow my own horn and admit that I have taken several power-lifting trophies. I have also won the state Mr. America contest. I really do enjoy weight lifting. My 6 foot 9 inch frame gives me a competitive advantage over the shorter guys.

The nipple on her breast is now very hard, sticking out like it is begging to be caressed. She has warned me not to wake her up so that she can rest up for our honeymoon trip to a Caribbean Island.

We leave tomorrow morning. We will be honeymooning for a week. That is all the time my wife could take off from work.

So I think I will just watch her all night tonight, our wedding night, as she dreams. She is so gorgeous!

She is making little cooing sounds now that sound like “mmmuhhh.”

Anyway, I noticed that during our reception she and all the wedding attendants, even the men, disappeared for awhile. I thought that maybe she was out changing her clothes. While she was gone, I heard voices and sounds that seemed to be coming from the adjacent room, but I finally decided that they must be coming from across the street.

When she reappeared she still had her wedding dress on, so I am not sure why she was gone or what she was doing. Maybe she was saying Bon Voyage to her good friends. Her Brides Maid and the other attendants are all part of some group that meets once a month. They all seem to be close friends. I have noticed that they are all really good looking, nobody less than an 8.5, if you know what I mean!

We smeared cake on each other’s face and the whole thing that couples usually do. During the dances, she was very intimate and we danced very close together. Her breasts come to about my crotch (she is only five feet tall), and she seemed to delight in rubbing her hard nipples against my hard-on while she looked into my eyes.

She clearly had no bra on. I could see to her waist while we were dancing, and the sweet underside of her gorgeous breasts have been clearly visible all day long and all evening.

While we were dating she always dressed conservatively. And at work she always wore a tie with a business suit (woman’s business suit). I was glad that I had carefully tucked my unit into my shorts securely wrapped back under my balls so that my hard-on wasn’t terribly obvious. Still I noticed several women staring at my bulging crotch after we stopped dancing. I decided that if all of the men could ogle at my girl friend’s, oops! WIFE’s world-class breasts, the women could get their jollies by peeping at my crotch. We truly are a dashing couple.

We left the reception at about midnight. It was only a short ride from the reception to the hotel where we are staying our first night. I had arranged for lots of flowers and soft music to be playing in our hotel room. The room smelled lovely when we entered. The music was perfect. We both flopped down on armchairs to recuperate a bit from the festivities, discussing who was there, how much fun we had, and who looked the worse for wear.

Then she got up and got out the video camera. She set it up so that it was pointed at the center of the room, and also could video the bidet.

Then she pulled a small velvet box from her purse. She crossed the room, set on my lap, and handed it to me. The box contained a gold ring. The ring had a bulge on one side. There is a small hole through the bulge about the diameter of a nail. The ring looked like a man’s ring, fairly heavy, and about a half inch in depth. There is a large diamond on the side opposite of the bulge. The diamond is recessed into the ring so that it is flush with the ring’s surface.

It was a little too small for my ring finger, so I thought perhaps she had bought me a pinky ring. I have big hands and thick fingers.

Nope! it was too small for my pinky finger, too. So I looked at her and said “Enquiring minds want to know!”

She giggled, then explained that it was a special ring, made to be worn on my manhood.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Five - Finally

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

After another hour or so, all of the men that had come to support Wendell were deeply satisfied. Each had enjoyed their time with Staci, and each had enjoyed a few of the other of their friend’s wives. Many fantasies were experienced that night. A few affairs were started. Bobbi began to enjoy uninhibited sex in ways he could never have predicted.

The men were sure that Staci would be too tired to entertain them after she got home. But they were happily mistaken. With three bodies in their marital bed, Staci received not only Wendell’s sperm, but also Bobbi’s for more than three hours of bliss. Staci watched Bobbi’s face as both he and Wendell enjoyed her ripe body. She watched her beloved Bobbi watch her as she came over and over and over again. Bobbi became unshakably certain that it was he she loved, and he she wanted to please.

And Bobbi, finally, learned that his wife loved him deeply. Further he learned that her having sex with another man did not mean she did not love him.

Staci bore twins nine months later, to the day. The triple named them Wendell, and Robert. Nine months later, Bob and Wendell laid Staci to final rest.

Bobbi gained a good and trusted friend in Wendell. A friend that would stand by him through thick and thin as his beloved and sexy wife went through her pregnancy with their child, and then her long excruciating slide of inoperable cancer.

Wendell and Bobbi lived under the same roof for the eighteen years it took to raise their boys. Wendell Junior’s white skin, quick intelligence, sense of humor, and huge penis made him the hot catch of the high school they went to.

Robert Junior’s dark skin, athletic ability, intelligence, and baby doll eyes got him elected as the Homecoming King in both his junior and senior year.

Both lost their virginity to the same woman, on the same night, and in the same place. After her total and complete pleasuring, Deni told the young men the story you have just read.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Four - Being Anal

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

The newly arrived white woman slowly walked over to the pool table where Staci was resting between pleasurings. Staci’s adoring eyes watched the woman’s nicely made up face as she walked across the room. As she approached, Staci raised her hand toward her, and waited for the soft touch of her well manicured hands.

“Hi baby!” Tears filled Staci’s eyes as she looked lovingly at the woman. “Thanks for coming. I was so afraid that you had decided . . . . . . . “

“Shhhhhhhh baby. It took me awhile to figure it all out. But you were right baby. We both want a baby, and I have not been what anyone would call a good husband to you.” The new arrival stopped talking, choking back tears. “Are you really dying baby?”

The tears sprang into Staci’s eyes as she choked back a sob. She nodded, buying a bit of time. “Yes honey, I am. I’m sorry, but I am. But we still have time. We have lost less than a day with all this. And if I get pregnant tonight, won’t it be worth it?”

Bobbi nodded, somber, serious, sober. “Yes baby. It WILL be worth it. You were absolutely right; there is nothing in the world that would make me happier than to have your baby to raise, after you’re gone, to know that this is your child that you gave to me to love. I cherish your ability to think even as you are going through all this horrible stuff. Thank you for being you baby. Thank you so much.” Tears filled Bobbi’s pretty, perfectly made-up eyes.

“You know that you’re going to have to let them have fun with you tonight, right baby?”

“Yeah, I know babe. And I can live with that. I know that you wanted me here. I wish I had been man enough to be here sooner. Maybe I should say woman enough.” Her red lips curled into a wry grin.

“You stretched your bum, right honey, like I said to?”

Bobbi nodded.

“And you have your prosthesis on, right? The one that makes it look like you’re on the rag?”

Bobbi spluttered, trying not to laugh out loud. “Yes honey! That was a stroke of genius, I gotta say. God the things you think of!” Bobbi lifted his dress showing Staci the little white string hanging from his incredibly realistic pussy lips. Staci caressed them, feeling for his cock underneath his fake pussy lips.

“Deni did a great job on your nails and your makeup baby!” She smiled at her as Bobbi blushed.

“You OK with getting cocks stuck up your ass and sucking them off honey?”

“OK is a bit strong baby, but I will do it for you. I will do anything for you sweetheart.” The tears were back again.

“Good, because here comes your first man.” They both watched the medium height black man approach, his eyes checking out the body of the just-arrived white woman. Staci lowered her voice so that only Bobbi could hear her. “I am excited about getting to watch you lose your cherry baby!” Staci grinned from ear to ear.

She introduced the black man to her best girlfriend, Bobbi, then clued him in that her girlfriend wanted to support Wendell, but was on the rag tonight, but would be more than happy to accept his nice black cock in her bottom, or her succulent red mouth.

The kindly man smiled, understanding the dilemma about being on the rag. Bobbi was relieved that he chose to enjoy her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Bobbi bent over and delicately raised the man’s shirt tail. Staring at her was her first cock. She told herself, ‘You will suck this cock!’. She reminded herself she was expected to suck it to completion. AND SWALLOW! She licked her lips nervously, tasting the disgusting taste of lipstick, inhaled, and took the black member into her mouth.

Staci explained to the man that her friend was single and did not really know how to suck cock very well. She explained that he should teach her by coaching her as she learned to please him. The man was pleased that he was one of her first experiences. Soon Bobbi had begun to catch on to her chore. Her hands began to caress the soft black balls hanging below the plump cock she was pleasuring. Bobbi began to feel her own cock harden, . . . . . and ache.

She closed her eyes, trying to really get into her task. She felt another pair of hands caress her ass as she was bent over sucking the hard black cock. Then without warning, a finger entered her anal passage. She sucked in a quick breath, almost gagging on the cock that was so nicely buried within her suckling cheeks.

Then, and ever so gently, she felt a cock head touch her virgin rosebud. ‘Oh god,’ Bobbi thought, ‘Here it goes! I am going to get double fucked. Oh shit!’ Bobbi fought a panic attack. He considered turning around and smacking the man that was intending to fuck her virgin white ass. ‘Well, just relax and enjoy! God am I glad that Staci had me stretch my asshole with that big black dildo plug!’

Bobbi tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth even as her tender anal cherry was ravished.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Three

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

The evening continued as planned, the men each taking turns with the two women, exploring their fantasies as they erotically plundered their captive white pussies and mouths and bottoms. Most of the men had already taken one turn and were lining up again for their second go-round.

Staci had orgasmed time and time again, even passing out several times. The men, ever considerate, would switch off as the women lost consciousness. There became a real badge of pride when the men could pleasure the woman past that ecstatic point of Petite Mort.

The men began to gather and root-on the one enjoying the woman. Soon they could tell when Staci was getting close to passing out. They would root her current breeder until she collapsed, applauding his successful efforts. But none had succeeded in duplicating The King’s feat of making his own wife Dottie pass out with pleasure from their less than enormous penetrations.

Then a handsome short man stepped up, just as Staci passed out for the eighth time. He stood there a bit, looking at Staci, sprawled on the top of the pool table, unconscious from her previous lover. His cock twitched in anticipation each time she breathed deeply. The men watched him as he stood there. They began to egg him on, the ones not yet having pleasured themselves being most vocal.

Finally the young man yielded and stepped to Dottie’s vacant pulsing pussy. Sperm was flooding from her opening. The full lips that surrounded her gaped opening were puffy and appeared deliciously swollen. The man bent down and ever so gently kissed her there. His tongue began to caress her lips, moving up and down the outside of her vagina. Sperm coated his lips and tongue. Her curiosity roused, she raised her head to watch his avid oral efforts.

After a short while, the man switched his lingual tactics a bit, moving to gently caress her inner folds, but never quite touching her clitoris with his tongue or lips. The sperm, so copious before he began to caress her with his tongue, slowed, then stopped flowing into his mouth.

After a few minutes, Dottie impatiently began to move her clitoris to try to force contact with his pleasuring idiom. Her face began to contort as this new tactic forced her to vividly focus on what was going on at her flooded breach. Her voice began to mewl. “Ohhhhh GOD! This man KNOWS how to eat my white pussy! Oh honey, you go now! You go nowwwww. Ohhhhhh! My god this man can eat well! Oh god! Please lick my clit honey! Please baby! Please let me feel that incredible tongue right on my clittie! Oh god baby! Oooooooooooooooooooooooh GODDDDDD!”

Her hips began to quiver as her need sky-rocketed. She reached down, grabbed his ears, and tried to force his head to her rampant, raging clit. She had never before felt such wonderfully erotic suffering in her pussy before. She shook her head back and forth as her need to cum was driven to unsurpassed heights.

Her back began to arch, her gaping vagina now leaking wetness faster than even the copious cum that had flowed from within her orifice. The man continued to lick and kiss her. She passed beyond the ability to form words. Her mewl became only a high pitched scream of ecstasy.

Suddenly she wrapped her legs around his head and began to cum. Her widely opened pussy began to spew liquid like a fire hose. She screamed a long piercing shriek of rapture and passed dead away.

When the man stood up, his shirt was soaked, his legs coated, and his face a mass of sperm and woman-cum. He grinned as the other men clapped louder than for any other man. He bowed. The men began to wolf whistle.

Staci was just beginning to wake up again. The young man stepped to her sprawled thighs, urging them further apart, then rooted directly into her, not even pausing to prepare her opening. Staci gasped, her eyes widened, her mouth opening wide in surprise. Immediately she began to shudder.

His cock was deep inside her, but he did not withdraw and thrust like the other men had. Instead, after wetting his fingers on his cum soaked face, he circled his them around her pulsing bud slowly as he watched her face. His finger caressed her around and around her nubbin. Smiling broadly at her, he reached in with his other hand and pulled her hood back from her hard kernel. His finger and thumb began to gently stroke up and down her flushed tissue. Staci began to buck as his finger stimulated her exposed pink clittie flesh. The feeling was one of both pain and pleasure. It was now a race to see which sensation would win out.

Suddenly the man pinched her clittie hard. Staci collapsed in a delicate heap.

The man withdrew his cock, and stepped to the wife of The King. As he had with Staci, he jammed his cock deep into her wet cunt in a single penetrating plunge. Dottie’s eyes flew open as she felt herself impaled again by thick cock. Looking up at her newest lover, she was amazed to see it was the same man that had brought to such sublime bliss only moments before.

‘What was it about his man?’ she wondered. ‘I respond totally differently to him than to anyone else.’ And true to previous form, she rapidly rose in need until again she passed out.

The other men were now impressed beyond words. No one had ever perpetrated such things. They began to wonder how they themselves might benefit if they could somehow learn this man’s secrets.

Female voices became audible at the front door, then two of the men’s wives sauntered in. Both their husbands dove for trousers, hastily trying to cover up, muttering swear-words as they dressed. All erotic activity ceased immediately.

One of the women called out “Now ya’ll don’t be worryin none about us be’in here. We be here to support you, Wendell baby. We just wanna enjoy all this too!” And with that they began to undress. Their husbands watched in amazement, wondering how this new twist in the evening would turn out. ‘Other men goin fuck ma wife?’ They thought simultaneously.

Several more women walked in and began to undress, all wearing their most erotic lingerie under their street clothes. After each undressed, they moved to the pool tables and lay down, spreading their legs, then began to play with themselves as they looked with lecherous eyes at the crotches of any man standing close to them.

Other wives arrived, until all of the wives of the married men were present. One white woman was among them. Staci’s smile became a huge grin as she looked at the face that she knew so well.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty Two

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

The taller woman walked to where Staci was being pleasured so perfectly and looked down at her. With growing lust she leaned over and kissed her deeply. Staci was so far gone that she mindlessly opened her mouth accepting any tongue that probed her. They kissed fervently, their tongues caressing the others, each tracing soft succulent lips with soft indulgence. The woman’s hand went to Staci’s naked shimmering sweat coated breasts, her white skin blending with the milkiness of Staci’s own white jigglings as she was so deeply pounded by the men enjoying her welcoming body.

When the next trick had disgorged his substantial gift of viscous milk into Staci’s involuntarily contracting cum filled warren, the woman walked around between Staci’s thighs, then knelt to pay homage to her womanhood with her painted mouth. There was so much sperm leaking from inside Staci by now that it was flowing out of her in clingy curds. It had coated her anal opening thoroughly, then dripped into a deepening white puddle on the floor below. The woman was surprised that no one had yet used Staci’s bottom, but knew from experience it would not be long before that orifice would also gap as widely open and flowed as heavily as her once small pussy was now. Staci’s overpowering orgasm did not even slow as the woman’s tongue continued to stimulate her overfed sex. Staci’s voice had become a long continuous growling mewl of lust, her body thrashing in one continuous mindless orgasm.

The smaller woman that had arrived just before Staci had been first taken, raised the taller woman’s dress and caressed her smooth buttocks. As her soft finger tips caressed her, she felt something hard protruding from the anal opening of the taller woman. Stooping, she could see that the woman’s opening was chock-a-block plugged with a thick circular piece of black plastic. Oddly, there were long strands of hair hanging from the plug. The strands hung to about mid-thigh on the tall woman. Tugging slightly on the strands, the shorter woman could see the taller woman’s pucker clench as if to maintain its large and welcome penetration.

The taller woman began groaning softly as she orally serviced Staci with copiously deep lashings of her long tongue. The shorter woman reached up under the taller woman and gently squeezed her smallish shapely breasts, then unbuttoned her top allowing her breasts to hang free, in view of the men as she delighted in consuming the deposited spunk. Tugging the thickened hard nipples that hung free in view of everyone, the shorter woman shook them gently, causing their attached breasts to shimmy and shake sublimely in the spot lights. The groans of the taller woman became loader and soon she began to writhe in a pussy humping orgasm as well. Staci and the taller woman held onto each other as they now both climaxed over and over until they could no longer stand the erotic pressure and passed out in each other’s arms.

The King watched the girl-girl play as he slowly stroked his monstrous black cock. Then, as the taller woman lay passed out the on top of Wendell’s little white whore, the King walked over and in one stroke, drove his monstrous rigid cannon deep onto the taller woman’s sopping wet available breach. Picking her up by her hips, he fucked her viciously until suddenly he went rigid, spasming huge dollops of cum deep inside her vagina. The shorter woman watched as The King’s huge testicles clenched and writhed. Soon sperm began to seep from the confines of the woman’s stretched pussy lips. Still the King’s balls clenched, forcing even more cum up his long thick cock and out his huge cock head buried deep inside the woman.

The shorter woman reached under his cock and cupped her hand, catching the seeping, escaping white crème. Then, leaning forward, she rubbed the sperm onto the taller woman’s perky exposed breasts. As she did, she grasped the thick gold rings that ran through the nipples of the woman. She tugged them gently as she looked at the King while he watch her intimate touching of the woman he had just so grandly used.

“You like my wife’s body Little One?” The King asked.

Little One looked into the King’s eyes and smiled. She nodded her head vigorously, then bent to kiss the woman’s soft sensuous lips that were half open.

“You be wanting this cock a mine in ya Little One? . . . . Still got a good’n in it yet ya know!”

The small woman shook her head and squinched her face into a painful impression.

“Too big for ya huh?” The King chuckled. “Yeah, I can unnerstan that! Well, my wife here tells me it is the only one that ever made her totally happy. Ya otta join Dottie and me after this here benefit’s over. Maybe we can introduce you two propaly.” The King paused as he watched his satisfied wife with loving eyes. Then he again looked at the small woman. “And Little One, thanks for being here tonight and takin good care a Staci for Wendell.”

The small woman smiled her brightest and nodded in acceptance of both his invitation and his gracious thank you.

Both satiated women began to stir as they slowly regained consciousness.

Then as they both realized where they were, Dottie turned over onto Staci and they began to sensuously kiss and caress each other. Their legs wrapped around each others hips; the taller woman placed her pussy directly over Staci’s allowing the men to see two perfect kitties stacked one on top of the other.

The King stepped back and looked at the men surrounding the spectacle of their most far out fantasies. “Looks like ya’ll gots the choice a two white pussies tonight! Go for it, ya’ll hear? Ya’ll goin enjoy that tail that be hanging down there now don’t ya know!”

Murmurs ran through the group as the men began to re-queue, their cocks again rising in lust. So many decisions, so little time. And to think tonight they had the chance to fuck The King’s wife too! There was not a soft cock in the house.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty One

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

“Hey Zam, do we’ll need ta wait ‘til she wake back up, you know, befo we fuck her mo?”

“Nah ! Just keep going. She’ll need to recover a bit after she wake up, so better ta keep pouring the sperm inta her so we can be sure she be bred deep an full.”

“All right! Well, I wana fuck her asshole. But I don’t guess she be up fo dat till she wake up. Well Stanford, I be goin in da front den!”

The new girl stepped between Zam and Staci. They dodged back and forth as Zam tried to get to Staci’s prostrate form. Finally realizing that the new girl was trying to stop him from reaching the unconscious woman, he stopped trying to get by her. When he did she reached out and captured, then fondled, his nakedly erect bobbing black cock. Later on, he would realize that there was something about the way she touched him. He spurted immediately. He spurted his baby making sperm all over the limp form of Staci’s body. It ran slowly down the side of her breasts and flat tummy, dripping on to the green velvet top of the pool table. The new girl smiled at him, then let go of his rapidly softening cock to allow him to sag to a chair behind. His spent phallus lowered, then swung like a clock’s pendulum as he breathed heavily, trying to regain his breath. It was without question the best orgasm he had ever had in his life. He had not even been inside the woman he so desperately wanted to breed with his sperm, and yet his orgasm had totally sapped his strength. He had never felt so sexually satisfied in his life.

The next eager man stepped forward, and again the new girl stood between them and the unconscious woman.

“All right, all right, we be waitin till she wakes up den. No problem.” He sat beside his friend, two men without their underwear on, one with his cock still dripping stringy dangling cums, the other’s wilting as he waited for his chance to breed the willing beautiful white woman.

Several other men came over to watch the festivities and wondered why the little white trollop was out cold. Stanford explained he had fucked her so good that she had passed out. There was a lot of handshakes and back clapping as he began to spin his yarn about his sexual prowess.

Staci began to stir. Immediately she was surrounded by eager phallus-waggling black men ready to aid her in her wish to become a whore, and a pregnant whore at that. As she slowly rejoined them, her face assumed a radiance that had not been there before.

The new girl pushed her way through the assemblage of chocolate colored skin and appendages to finally arrive at Staci’s side just as Staci sat up. They looked at each other for a few minutes, then suddenly Staci threw her arms around the new girl and kissed her deeply. “Thank you baby, for coming for this! I can’t believe it! You came! Wow!” And she burst into tears as the two embraced each other like long lost lovers. Pushing the new girl back, Staci exclaimed “God! Let me look at you! You are so beautiful honey! Wow! I can’t believe this is really happening!”

Some impatient mutterings caught Staci’s attention. “All right you big virile breeding studs, who breeds this white slut’s cunt next?” Zam stepped forward grinning from ear to ear.

“Want to get him ready for me honey?” The new girl nodded, then dropped to her knees and inhaled the semi erect cock. Her magic lips soon had Zam standing proud and tall, ready for his trip into the baby factory. The new girl stood up, then guided his darkness to her whiteness and held Staci’s tiny little lips apart as she guided Zam to heaven. As he began to sink in, the other raptly watching men began to groan in anticipation. The new girl caressed Zam’s buttocks as he fucked the little white slut with his thick prick. Staci began to whimper and her eye lids began to flutter. Soon her eyes rolled back and she was again spasming in utter ecstasy. “Ooooooooo,” she moaned, “Oooooo GOD! Yessssssssssss! Yesssss! Fuck that hard black cock in me, Oooooooo GOD YES fuck me hard ! Fuck me deep you fucking horse-cocked stud!” Her heels began to thrust against his butt each time he began to drive his torpedo home in inside her, urging him on, urging him deeper inside her fertile womb.

“I goin fuck you deep and hard you lil white cunt! I be goin to make a baby in this pretty white pussy now! You watch me now, ya’ll, I be the one this woman’s baby be lookin like when da bun cum out da oven! You just waaaaaaaaaaaaaaatcccccccch me!!!!!!!!! I be cumin noooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!” His squeal of orgasm filled the room as he went rigid, his thick cock buried deep inside her pussy, depositing his cum as deep inside her fertile womb as was possible.

The new girl had already found the next trick, and had fondled and suckled him to readiness.

“NEXT honey! Bring the next one to fuck me baby! Oh god! This is heaven! This is HEAVEN!”

The new girl guided the next black penis to her gaping cum filled pussy, then left it to the man to slam himself home. Immediately the new girl was suckling another cock, preparing it for Staci.

As soon as the next penis was hard and ready, she guided the stiff prick to Staci’s mouth. As if an automaton, Staci took the cock deep down her throat in a single greedy swallow. Both men’s faces were caught in that ethereal glow of sexual bliss only seen outside marriage after the honeymoon is over. They were fucking a strange woman, a white woman, their fantasies were being fulfilled beyond their wildest dreams. This white woman wanted their darling little black baby. This white woman wanted to have THEIR child. They were breeding her black. They would fill her with their potent black cum, their baby making sperm, performing that sacred ritual of the millennia. They were fucking her white body for posterity.

Staci again reached her peak and screamed her bliss as both men shot cum into her fertile body. Her body consumed their cum like a rabid chocoholic consumes her first chocolate after a long boring diet.

The new girl had two more ready for Staci and within seconds, they too were pummeling her needy, wet, widely open orifices. Staci never stopped cumming for hours thereafter. Her libido ebbed periodically, then a new delectable black cock would enter her, fuck her, and fill her with its promise of posterity. In continuous screaming orgasm her body continued to produce copious wetness as she stayed within her nirvana of an orgasmic high.

Another, taller, woman walked onto the bar, pausing to watch the debauchery going on across the room. She could see many of the men, most having not taken the time to retrieve their trousers, standing around with their sea of soft penises wiggling as they moved about, conversing with each other, telling each other stories, waiting for their next turn to enjoy their delectable little white whore’s favors. The tall woman stood there watching as four men cunt fucked the continuously orgasming white slut in the middle of the writhing, out of control crowd of black men. Finally, the tall woman could no longer ignore her own growing lust. She walked across the room toward the writhing orgiastic group of virile gang bangers.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Thirty

Copyright Deni Wom 2005

“At the risk of telling you what you already know, here are the facts. Staci is dying of cancer. Nothing of the type that YOU have to worry about in any way, bruthas. But she has probably twelve to twenty four months to live. Bruthas, she wants to have a baby before she dies. That means she needs to conceive as soon as possible. . . . . . . . . TONIGHT if possible! She wants one of us to be the biological daddy. And therefore my friends, she wants each of us to enjoy her with out protection. Now, every one of you has brought a medical card showing you to be disease free. You are not required to go bareback with her, you are free to use a condom if you wish. But you are not required to, and therefore each of you signed a statement as you came in that said you are disease free and drug free. So . . . . . with no further bull pucky, here is the pretty little white woman we all want to breed tonight, right?”

Staci again took the mic, then turned slowly as she surveyed the men that would now enjoy her little inexperienced body. She looked over to the video camera that was busily recording the whole evening. She smiled briefly as she thought about Bobbi watching her little white body fuck all the black guys on video for years to cum. It was one of her dying gifts to her beloved husband. Bowing her head, Staci bit her lip as she thought of him enjoying her body even when she was gone. Something about that thought eased her fear of dying, being immortal in that small way. Looking up, she refocused her mind on tonight.

“Hi guys!” Wolf calls and whistles and shouts of “HI STACI!” came back at her.

“Guys, I am new at this. Before yesterday I had only had sex with my husband Bob. I want you all to know I love him very much. But guys, he can not make me pregnant. So . . . . . I need you guys . . . . . to breed me. I want you to breed me, . . . . . to breed me with a black baby. I want to have YOUR baby guys, your little black, beautiful baby to hold and to love. I want to see our baby suckle my milk-swollen breasts as it feeds.” She swallowed a huge lump in her throat, then again focused on their adoring faces. “You are all invited t-t-t-t-to the birth, and you c-c-c-c-can watch if you want to.” Her tears over came her for a minute. Then, “You are all welcome to come to the house and watch our baby as it grows. You are welcome to tell our baby the truth of its conception. Because I want our child to know that there are this many wonderfully caring people in the world. I know that every one of your wives and girlfriends know you are here tonight.” The tears were streaming down her cheeks. The assembled, totally engrossed men could not stop their own emotional response. Soon there was sniffles t throughout the room.

Staci paused for a long emotional minute, then continued with tears still in her eyes. “Every one of you is a hero to me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did for Wendell just now. It was the most touching act of charity I have ever had the privilege of seeing. Every one of you is a worth y daddy for our child, and you just proved it by what you did.”

As you probably know, I have a list of fantasies that I want to experience before I am gone, or too sick to enjoy them. Tonight is one of them. There are a lot of you out there, but guys, there is just one of me!”

Nervous laughter erupted from their doting faces.

“So guys, let me remind you, I have three openings that want to experience you. I have no idea how to do a lot of this, but I want to learn. I want you to teach me what feels good for you. I want to get good at this. I want my body to be able to please you as you please me. Will you all promise me to teach me how to be a BJ queen?”

The room erupted again in lusty encouragement.

“So how do we do this guys? How do we decide who goes first and who gets dirty lasts?” Staci looked expectantly at Wendell. “Any ideas, or has that already been figured out?”

Wendell reached for the mic. “Ok Guys, we are using the Bingo balls to determine order of breeding tanight. Each of you needs to come over to that box over there and pic a number. When I draw your number, be ready to come and enjoy Staci as you wish to. Please be well lubricated and please do not try to set a time record. She has lots of men she wants to make happy tonight, and the later ones want to be able to enjoy her as much as the earlier bruthas. So enjoy yourself, but please enjoy yourself as quickly as you can properly enjoy her! But guys, remember, any pussy can only take so much punishment, and she is, after all, willing to entertain us all for a couple of months at least, and maybe more after our baby, OUR baby, is born.”

“I am going to draw numbers that are three ahead. That way, by invitation of the men already pleasing her, more than one of you can enjoy her at a time if you wish to. It is your choice though, and to join the men already fucking her, you have to be invited. Everyone understand the rules?”

Wendell moved to the cage that held the Bingo balls and began to turn it. The man moved by the box and withdrew a slip of paper. Soon everyone had one and they all assembled before Wendell as he continued to rotate the round cage full of white plastic balls. Then, as the cage stopped turning, Wendell pushed a button under the cage and one ball dropped out. Wendell picked it up, turned it around so that the number faced him, then grinned. Looking up he announce “16!”

There was a whoop of glee, and a man that Staci had noticed in the crowd when she was still clothed came bounding toward her. His cock was already swelling. It bounced up and down as he approached her. “All RIGHT doll! I get to be the first one to fuck your white pussy!”

“All RIGHT then!” Staci smiled invitingly at him then sat down on the edge of the pool table. “So what position do you want your little white whore’s body to be in as you fuck her sweet white cunnie, honey?” Staci felt her body spasm at her lewd language as she prepared for her very first trick as Wendell’s white whore.

“Ohhh, . . . . . GOD! Le’me think! Ummm, . . . . . ???” The overly excited man was so flustered he could not think clearly. His unbelievably good luck overpowered him. His dark phallus waived at Staci as he danced up and down, trying to think. So many fantasies, so few white women to fuck!

“Twenty ONE!” Another whoop. Another man turned and moved rapidly toward Staci and her white, inviting, available nakedness.

The first man finally blurted out “I wanna be on top and your legs over my shoulders like a real man! So’s I can fuck you deep and breed ya good!”

Staci could not have been more overjoyed. “OK honey, come on up here, breed me with your little black baby cummies!” Staci laid back on the table, spread her creamy white thighs and smiled at her very first john. She saw a video camera move in close to her pussy, ready to catch the moment, the insertion, the penetration of her white body by a young black virile man that fully intended to breed her with his baby-making sperm. Her body shuddered in excitement, and as his hand first touched her, she exploded into cumming in long thrashing wails of pent up neediness.

The new girl quickly moved to hold Staci’s shuddering body, to calm her, caressing her body, to soothe her. She leaned down and whispered comforting things into Staci’s ear as Staci’s supple lithe body was ferocious filled over and over by her first John, her first paying trick. The impassioned sounds of her trick’s approaching climax stoked Staci’s climaxing fervor. His hot, wet, virile, deeply-penetrated orgasm filled Staci’s wanting womb with potent black baby making seed. The new girl kissed Staci’s orgasm contorted mouth just as Staci faded into the blackness of her first overpowering whore’s spewing.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Nine

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Staci stayed there on her knees, leaning back till her head was on the table, her belly up, undulating rhythmically, her breasts shimmering to the music. She began to pulse her wetness open and closed in time to the beat. Small pulses of wetness began to flow from her opening in rhythmic waves.

Staci was almost in sub-space as she worked her delicate body, endeavoring to entice the men. The men were so engrossed in watching her small white pussy open and close, like a teenager chewing gum, that they scarcely noticed the arrival of the new girl.

As they watched, in their minds every man there could feel his own hard naked cock being massaged by Staci’s perfect little pussy. The primitive animal instincts within the males began to surface as they watched a fertile and available female express her sexual need. Her body’s animalistic drive to receive their potent, viable sperm was indisputable. Her primitive dance of sexual need was undeniable.

The sound of an amplified voice resounded through the room. “Are you ready!!?? . . . . Are all you men ready to bid for that little pussy you are watching so intently?” There was a soft chuckle as Wendell watched the men lick their lips in anticipation of having his little woman. “Well, my friends, I know for sure she is ready for you! Just look at that body! Just look at those breasts!”

Staci shimmied her breasts as she stood up, then slowly turned around so everyone could see her naked perfection.

“Is everyone ready to start the bidding?” Shouts of “Oh yeah!” and “Get it done!” seemed to punctuate the general murmuring of assent. The roiling crowd all seemed to be pushing to get closer to the pool table where the small white woman was standing.

Staci looked down at faces that stared at her body with unbridled lust. Her sense of being desirable, of being attractive to men again filled her with a renewed self pride. ‘Yes,’ she thought, ‘They want me, they ALL want ME. I am a desirable woman. I am sexy!’ She smiled. Her relief at rediscovering her sense of self-worth caused tears to briefly cloud her vision. The rejection she felt for over a year every time her husband chose his porn over her love had hurt so deeply. But she realized now that it was not her. These men wanted her. They ALL wanted her. It had not been her, it was her husband that had been at fault. Her injured heart of hearts thrilled at that awareness.

A voice that Staci did not recognize began to talk through the loudspeaker. “Ya’ll know what this money is goin to right? Ya’ll know that we be helping our friend here. . . . . Ya’ll know that a year ago our brutha los his wife after a long fight with cancer. And for sure ya’ll know how much it costs to get medical done these days.” A loud surge of supporting comments rumbled through the crowd. “Ya’ll be generous now! Our brotha brought us a gorgeous woman that wants to help him get outa debt too. She be willin to let us have her favors if we hep pay for Wendell’s med bills. Ya’ll here to help our brotha now? Huh? Tell me brothas, tell me now, ya’ll here to help our brutha out now?”

The crowd was yelling their support for Wendell and the solution to his financial dilemma.

“All right then! The first auction here for our . . . .. . tell me now Wendell my brutha, tell me what we be calling this little lady tonight now, . . . . .I don’t want to be calling her anything that she don’t want to hear, now.”

Staci thrilled as she heard Wendell yell out “That lil woman is ma whore now. She wants ta help me by being my bought and sold whore!”

“Alright then,” the stranger’s voice continued, “This here beautiful little white whore wants to give a blow job to the first man that can afford her lil mouth. Now I am starting this bidding by bidding two thousand dolla! Cause let me tell ya, that purdy little mouth looks like it can swallow all I got! And ya’ll know what I got now don’t ya?” The crowd exploded in laughter. A series of resulting snide cat-calls brought even more laughter from the men.

“All right then, go ahead and laugh jus cause I’m not hung like our brutha Wendell here.” The laughter and cat calls rose to a thunderous cacophony.

“Now jus be kind to me ma friends! Any one want to up my little starter bid here? Look at that sweet mouth there!” He pointed at Staci’s blushing face. As the men stared at her mouth, the man walked over to the pool table she was standing on and in a smooth cat-like move, jumped onto the table top. He walked to Staci and put his arm around her. “Kiss me lil darlin. Let me kiss those sweet lips so’as I can tell the brutha’s here how sweet your lips are!” He leaned down, pursing his lips. Staci knew this was her queue. This was the next step as she became the whore she fantasized about being. She wanted to experience the desire of man after man, to feel each one’s need to intimately have her body.

Yes, this was how she had promised to help her friend to pay his debts. It was time. It was her time. . . . . To feel the culmination of her fantasies. Before she died. Before she was too sick to enjoy them.

Staci threw her arms around the man’s neck, then raised her hips to his, wrapping her legs around his hips. There was no noise in the room as she kissed the tall man with the softest and most tender kiss she could conjure, her hips and pelvis softly humping his growing bulge. The stranger made no move to withdraw from her obvious suggestion. She felt his crotch continue to harden. He kissed her even more deeply. She felt her own libido rising even higher. The crowd began to get plaintively restless, as though their crotches were beginning to chafe. Still they kissed. Jeers began to sound, impugning the stranger’s intentions as his tongue caressed hers. Staci finally ran out of air and had to relinquish the joy of this man’s delicate attentions.

Someone in the crowd yelled “My god man! How was it? We even need ta ask?”

The man just stood there, rather dazed. Finally he raised the mic to his mouth and said in a low sexy voice. “Three grand.” The crowd went berserk. Staci glanced furtively at the man’s crotch. There was the undisputable evidence of her effect on him, his loins were very obvious.

“Any other bids before I gets ta have this incredibly sweet mouth on ma black dick?”

There was a brief pause then someone yelled “Thirty one hundred!” Staci could feel her body responding to the distinct implication that her mouth was a highly prized object. The very idea that they were bidding these huge dollar amounts just to spew their cums into her mouth caused her honey pot to ripen.

“Now ya’ll know that this sweet little woman does swallow, right?” The crowd groaned.

“Thirty two hundred!” Staci could not believe they were bidding these amounts for one blow job from her. That was more than she earned in three months at her old job. She could not help but fantasize about suckling a nice black cock as it got hard and began to pulse as she caressed it. Her wetness began to collect within her.

The tall stranger again raised the mic to this mouth. “Thirty five hundred guys, les stop beatin round the bush. This purdy young lady got no bush to beat around, did ya’ll notice? She be as bare as a baby’s bottom. Turn around sweetheart, let these men see that fine little kitty a yours!” Staci raised one hand gracefully above her head, and with the other reached down and inserted a finger between her little lips. She could feel her own rampant wetness. As she turned slowly, she gently rubbed it up and down as their eyes were glued on her slow motion masturbation. As she finished her sensuous turn, she brought her finger to her mouth, inserted it, then suckled it deep into her mouth, moving it in and out between her pursed lips as if it were a penis.

Following a deep collective groan, “Four thousand!” rang out.

“Forty one hundred!” Staci suckled her finger in and out as she smiled at an imaginary face above her.

“Forty Five!”

“Five!” The man with the mic again had control of her future actions. Staci looked at him again, and smiled, thinking ‘I am going to enjoy this, he is cute!’

Staci heard several men moan “Oooooooh Shit!”

‘All that money for a blow job!’ From HER! Staci could not believe it. Then she smiled, ‘For Wendell!’ she thought. Then her mind turned to her beloved husband. ‘Bobbi, please baby, where are you? I need to know you’re OK and I need you here baby. Please show up’ Tears filled her eyes.

Reluctantly she forced herself to trust his love.

“Any more bids? I want this bruthas! I want this BAD now, ya’ll hear me now?” The tall strangers grinned his most infectious grin at the assembled crowd, his eyes searching from one face to the next, daring them to out bid him.

There was a long silence. Staci moved to kneel before him. His bulge was still growing as she watched it at face level. She licked her lips as she stared in awe at the crotch of her first paid trick. This was really going to happen, and he wanted her! He clearly wanted her! With her body flooding wetness, she reached up to open his fly. Under the fabric was a steel rod, waiting to be loosed for her pleasuring.

“Ten Grand!” There was not a sound as all heads turned to look at the new bidder.

“Awwwwwwwwwwww Shit, now, King, now what you wantin to go do dat for?”

The King walked through the crowd then gracefully hopped up onto the pool table. Reaching over, he took the microphone. He stood there a minute, obviously the natural leader of these assembled men. Staci remembered that Wendell had told her that a man named ‘The King’ had a penis larger than he did. Staci’s face went white as she continued to kneel before the man that had kissed her, her white little hands still on his fly.

As the whole room watched, The King began to speak. “Now you all know that our brutha here needs two hundred thirty thousand dollars, right?”

The crowd nodded.

“How many men we got her tonight? Wendell do you know?”

The bouncer at the door yelled “Thirty seven countin’ you King!”

“Thirty seven men. . . . . . Thirty Seven BLACK men that know how to work, how to be good friends, how to help a friend that is down and in need. . . . . .. . Am I right? . . . . . .Am I right about that now?”

Again the men nodded.

“All right then, I was doin’ the math on the way over here. I was doin’ it in my head, so Cal, you’re an accountant, you tell me if I got it wrong now. But it seems to me that so far we have done mighty good. Lets see, we have raised thirty seven thousand dollars already with you all buying your way in here tonight, right?”

Cal nodded.

OK then, I just bid ten grand for the first auction, right? Where does that put us Cal?”

Cal thought for a scant few seconds, then “One hundred ninety three thousand, King.”

“All right then! Good job so far! Now here is where we prove we are real men, . . . . .. and good friends! . . . . . That leaves about fifty two hundred dollars if each of us could pay our share of what is left. Now I know that is a lot, and not many of us have it in our pocket tonight. Am I right about that my friends?”

There was general nodding and consent among the men, and a few disgruntled gestures.

But now what if we were to be able to come with up that money over time? Like, lets say three years? Cal, what does that give us if we were to say, take out a loan and pay it off. How would our payment be if we borrowed fifty two hundred dollars, and paid it back over three years? Less say I can find a loan for you all that charges no interest!”

Cal, always the accountant, pulled a small calculator out of his shirt picket. He punched the keys for a few minutes then finally said “A hundred fifty bucks a month.”

“What you think my friends, is that becoming a little easier to swallow? Just a hundred and fifty bucks a month for only three years.” A few men nodded. “But hey now! What if we could all even make a better deal than that?”

“What choo mean by dat King?”

“I mean what if we could get his bills down lower than the . . . .. what was it again Cal? Two hundred thirty thousand?” Cal nodded his head.

What if we was able to get that down to say a hundred a month for each of you fellas to pay? Could we all do that for our friend? Remember now, Wendell has been to most of our houses and helped us with things. Picked us up when our cars were broke. Just think about how long you known Wendell, and tell me there is a man here that he has not helped out when we really needed it. Raise your hand if Wendell has never helped you out sometime.”

Not one hand went up.

“A’right then! We ALL been helped by Wendell. Now how can we not help him when he needs us?” The King looked from face to face. No one shrunk from his gaze. “All right then, here it is. You all know my wife got lucky with the lottery a few months back. I feel like the good lord done helped us so we could help Wendell out. SO . . . . here is what I think we otta do. Y all with me?”

The men all leaned forward to listen.

“I think if a BJ with this fine woman is worth ten grand, then using her behind is worth at least thirty grand, don’t you?”

“Aint’ no one her cept you cain afford dat King!”

“Exactly my point my friend! Exactly my point!”

Everyone looked at each other with confusion.

OK, I’ve hawged this mic long enough, so here it is. I am going to pay thirty thousand of Wendell’s bills for getting to use his fine little woman’s ass! Then, . . . .. . I am going to pay fifty thousand of Wendell’s bills to cum in her fine little white pussy. And I am going to pay that before your shares come out. AND! . . . . ” The men again leaned in to listen. “AND! The hospital agreed to write down eighty four thousand some dollars off his bill today.” The Kings lips parted in a huge smile as he beamed at Wendell. A gold tooth sparkled in the spot light.

The men buzzed between themselves about that welcome news.

“Now I know all you men came here tonight thinking you were going to get a piece of fine white ass tonight, right? Maybe even end up being the daddy of her child?”

There was a combined chuckle as the crowd tacitly admitted their lust to each other.

“Now let me ask you sumptin, little lady. You still willing to service all these fine men tonight?”

Staci, totally in awe of what was happening , nodded mutely.

“Well alright then! Here is the deal guys! I am goin to pay all of Wendell’s bill that remains to the hospital. IF! And listen me now my friends . . . . .IF! Each of y’all will each pay me twenty five dollars a month for three years to take care of YOUR half of Wendell’s bill. I pay half, y’all pay half. Do we have an agreement here? Now wait, before you answer me, let me tell you now, I think we can talk this fine little woman here to allow us all to enjoy her periodically until she is definitely with child. Am I right there little missy? Would you let these fine men enjoy your favors a couple times a month if they paid Wendell’s bills off? At least until you are carrying our baby inside that sexy little belly of yours?”

Staci looked at Wendell and could see his tear filled eyes. She raised her eyebrows in question at him. His eyes were socketed on hers. He nodded his head slightly.

Staci turned to The King and took the microphone. In a voice half filled with her own tears, she said “If you guys will do that for Wendell, you can all fuck me till I can’t walk . . . . Starting tonight, and lasting until it would be dangerous for our baby. Deal?”

The place erupted in excitement. The new girl stood there motionless, dumbfounded, her pretty mouth open in utter disbelief.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Eight

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

As Staci stood there, the music suddenly silent, her perfect breast exquisitely exposed to all the collected men, her eyes surveyed the adoration they all obviously held for her, the sexy little white woman in the midst of a room full of horny, virile black men. They all knew that sometime tonight, their virile sperm would enter her, unfettered, and stay within her belly long enough to swim through to her womb. They all knew she was fertile. They knew she wanted to be bred black..........tonight. Bred black by their very own hard black cocks. This information had been distributed both on the internet, and on hand delivered posters, for over a week now.

Not one of them would ever know for sure that their sperm was the lucky one that had impregnated her. But they all had their own, individual, manly fantasy. Each man present knew how much money he had in his pockets. Each hoped it would be enough to win one of the auctions, and then be able to say that “Staci did me first!”

The music started again, this time a slower number, more sensuously seductive.

Staci moved slower now too, taking her time to introduce her newly bared marvelously white breasts to the men. She moved close to the men, allowing them to kiss her naked cherry-red, hard, erect nipples. A few men took the liberty to suckle their red arousal as she held them there, steady, for them to enjoy. Her flat hard tummy and hips continuously undulated forward and back in suggestively available sexual movements. Her transparent, sodden panties were soaked beyond redemption. Staci knew it was time to lose them as well.

Standing again, Staci began to fondle her hips, her buttocks, her white breasts with their erect and aroused nipples, and her little wet lips. Holding each man’s eyes, Staci hovered, dancing just beyond their reach now, as she pressed her middle finger further and further into her saturated cleft. Her folds yielded, parted, and soon her tiny panties were again inserted deeply into her sopping wet pussy.

Flirtatiously fucking her finger into her body, and then slowly withdrawing it, one by one she searched their faces for someone to feed her wet finger to. Choosing a short handsome well built man in the front row, she undulated sensuously to him, offering him her finger freshly wetted from her needy folds.

His face flushed a deep reddish brown beneath his dark skin. Mesmerized, his eyes followed her finger’s slow journey toward his mouth. His eyes crossed as he tried to watch it nearing his face. He inhaled deeply, drawing the sweet musky scent of her body into the core of his being. His nostrils flared, his eyes closed, then as if under a spell, his mouth slowly opened. Leisurely she fed him finger full after rewetted finger full of her stimulated essence. His mouth made love to her finger as if it were her hard clittie he was suckling. The well built young man began to unconsciously move his hips in a fucking motion.

The handsome young man had been saving his sperm within his testicles for a week now, hoping the sheer volume of his unleashed, accumulated primal sperm would insure that it would be his cum that would successfully breed this beautiful little white woman whose pictures of her naked beauty, for over a week on the internet, had been so accessible to his rampant fantasies. At long last he could actually smell his fantasy, actually taste her, see her. She was real tonight, and she was flirting with just him. All of the other envious men, his cronies, were watching her flirt with him, feeding HIM her pussy juices with her long white fingers. His breathing rate shot up. His sexually deprived body could no longer deny itself. He came hard, spurting, long fecund ribbons of his own cum, of his carefully saved essence, into his trousers.

As the humiliated man stood there staring at his saturated crotch, Staci moved on, looking for another mark, a trick, a John to seduce for her pimp’s profit. A man that would breed her black.

Staci began to lose hope that Bobbi was coming.

Rising, she began to slowly work her pantaloons lower and lower on her hips as she danced. The men began to clap and cheer as they realized she was now, at long last, stripping for their pleasures. Every eye was glued to her undulating pussy now. Slowly her hands worked the gauzy fabric lower and lower.

Accosting the eyes of one of the men standing in the front row, she silently dared him by winkling her eyebrow and flashing her eyes, to join her in removing clothing. Without hesitation the man unfastened his belt. Staci danced to him and as she lowered her pantaloons, he lowered his trousers. Loud cheers of support went up. Other men unzipped and joined the randy action. Staci was soon surrounded by a room full of men, naked from the waist down. 'They' were all pointed directly at her delectable body. And every one of them was fully aroused. There was no doubt possible regarding their desire for her body. She feasted her eyes on the copious feral banquet laid out before her. Her mouth began to water, her pussy began to leak copiously, and her breathing became gasps of need. Her sense of self worth swelled.

Touching the single-tied bows that rested on her newly naked hips, she slowly pulled the tie strings on one side, then the other. With one long slender middle finger, she held her panties in place, the sides of the tiny triangle hanging loosely but still covering her body. Then, suddenly she moved her legs apart. The thong string that had been between her perfect, hard buns fell, hanging straight down between her legs, like an arrow pointing at her need. The men groaned in unison when the tiny sodden translucent triangle of cloth hung here, still covering the very part that they most desired to see. Her little money maker was now one finger away from being possessed by their lascivious eyes.

Reaching behind the tiny wet pussy panel of her undies, Staci inserted a finger deep into herself, then pulled it back out and brought it to her lips. She kissed her finger tip lovingly, then slowly licked the length of her finger as she watched the men’s enraptured faces. Over half of the men opened their mouth as she did. Some even pushed their tongues out even as she did, so engrossed by her actions that it was as though they could taste her juices, . . . . . . even as she did.

Staci slowly twirled around. She raised the string that hung down from her sodden panties in her fingers, pulling the tiny piece of fabric that covered her sweet cleft out further and further from her body. The men began to hunker down, trying to see up under it as she turned.

Staci slowed, then stopped twirling. Then, still undulating her hips and belly, she kneeled, then slowly bent over backwards in the center of the pool table. As her head touched the table behind her, she slowly raised that last finger from her panties. But the teasing stubborn cloth did not slide from her body. To the men’s frustration, Staci’s pussy lips stayed stubbornly shielded, her nearly translucent panties held there only by gravity.

One of the men tried to blow the fabric off her cleft, but he was much too far away.

From within the crowd a voice was heard to say, “GAWWWWWWWD DAMN! How da FUCK can she do dat? Cain’t one yo close sons-a-bitches reach dem fuckin thangs? Pull dem undies off dat little whore’s cunt! Are ya hearin me up dere?”

Smiling at the comment and its portent, Staci began to pulse her hips up and down even as she was bent over backwards, her white jiggling breasts riding high near her shoulders, her erect red nipples pointing straight at the ceiling. Her tummy muscles rippled erotically with her undulating movements. The music stopped just as Staci relaxed her thighs, spreading them slightly further apart, and with the dying strains of the last note, the tiny triangle of cloth dropped to the top of the pool table, exposing her widely opened, very wet, and very ready whore’s cunt to her first Johns.

Over thirty men exhaled “OOOOOOH FUCK!!!”

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Seven
Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Bobbi picked up the letter that Stacie had left on the bed, and read:



“Sweetheart,

I love you Bobbi. I have always loved you. I WILL always love you. But Bobbi, we have not been lovers, we have not “MADE Love” for one year, two months, and thirteen days.

I have been talking to this woman, Deni (I told you about her earlier today), on the internet and she told me what I have to do is to separate love and sex. I have thought a lot about that. And so that is what I have decided to do. Therefore, what I am doing now, is not to “make love” to other men, but to LOVE you, but have SEX with them. And I have chosen to have SEX with them in such a way that I can provide you with what you seem to crave much more than my body. I am having SEX with black men and videoing it so that you can watch your own wife doing what you have watched strangers do for the last several years.

Bobbi, I also know that you are still in love with me, honey.

And Bobbi, I know how hard this last 24 hours has been on your ego. But baby, I only have one year, maybe two years at most, to live. The doctors say at least a year, and no more than two years.

Bobbi, I could lie in bed and feel miserable and waste what time I have, or I can stand up, and enjoy what I have, and live my remaining life to the fullest. I have chosen to live my life as fully, every single day I have left, to live it as fully as I can.

Bobbi, my love, my husband, I am asking you to support me in this. I am asking you to stop feeling sorry for yourself and to say to yourself, “My wife is sick, she has only a few more months to live. I am therefore going to help her enjoy them as very best I possible can.”

Bobbi, can you do that for me? PLEASE baby? I have faith in you, and in our love for each other, and I think that your love for me is beginning to understand that I am having sex with Wendell, and not so much “making love” to him.

Bobbi, Deni and the support group that I met Wendell in has told me that I need to make a list of my goals to accomplish before I die, and to go after each dream. So Bobbi, that is exactly what I am doing.

Wendell and I have made a deal. I will provide him a way of getting out of the huge debt he has accumulated as he did the very best he could do for his wife as she was dying. It is over two hundred thousand dollars baby. And I intend to use the only real asset god gave me to help him pay it off.

The other side of that coin is, that I want you and Wendell to become good friends, learn to trust each other, learn to support each other through your grief honey. Wendell has promised me that he will be here for you after I die baby. He will help you raise our little child. He has agreed to be “Uncle Wendell” to our child. You will be the father. If YOU want to be the father. Honey, it is my last and dying gift to you, this child from my body. I have always wanted to have a child, to experience it moving inside me, to even experience the horrific pain of childbirth that initiates our child into this world. I want to experience my breasts becoming full of milk, and to hold my baby in my arms as he receives his milk from my body. I desperately want to experience this Bobbi, before I die.

Some would say that since I am dying, how could this be the right thing to do?

My answer to them, and to you, is that I am alive. I know I have a limited time on this earth. The only difference between others and me is that I have a better idea of how much time I have left. I still have things I want to do, and this is my number one: to conceive, carry, and give birth to our child. I want you, as the father, to love it, and raise it, and teach it to be a good, kind and caring person. But honey, if you do not wish to do this, then Wendell has agreed to take the child and raise it as his own. So Bobbi, you have a choice. This is not an ultimatum.

Because I may have only a year, honey, it is critical I conceive right away to be able to be sure I can carry our baby to term before I die.

Therefore, I want you to make a decision, right now (tonight), as you stand there, about whether you can do this for me. If you have doubts, pack your bags and move out. Not necessarily move out tonight baby, but in the next few days. But make your decision tonight. Because honey, I desperately need you beside me as I am at the benefit tonight. As you know, I have never been a whore before. And tonight, I am to allow thirty or so men, black strangers, to have sex with me. I am scared, but at the same time, I am very excited about it too. The odds are very good that I will have been bred black and pregnant by the end of tonight.

They are going to auction me off to the first man to get a blowjob from Wendell’s little white whore. And then they will auction me off to the first man to get to cum inside my virgin anal opening. And then they are going to auction off my pussy honey. The high bidder will be the first man to cum inside me at the party and breed me black.

We expect to earn over 45,000 dollars tonight to help pay down Wendell’s debt. Did you think your wife was that good in bed honey?

But Bobbi, I need you there to be my friend, my support as I go through this. Please baby, support me in this. Wendell will be videoing it all, and you will get to have the tape if you come and support me. Otherwise we are going to sell the tape for money and apply the sales income to Wendell’s debt.

Bobbi, it is time to fish or cut bait. Are you for me ? Or are you going to be against me?

I have quit my job, and I am going to be a fulltime whore for Wendell now honey. The men will be brought here by Wendell, and they will fuck me here right in our bed. I am to be available to Wendell on a twenty-four hour a day basis and seven days a week for him to bring men here to fuck his tiny white whore. Wendell will negotiate my services with each John. All of the money from my whorings will be collected and kept by Wendell and he will use it to pay down his debt. He will be here in the house and filming each time I am whore fucked, so you will be able to jerk off as you watch your favorite type of porn as my white pussy is being taken by big thick black cocks.

Bobbi, you will no longer be allowed to fuck me honey (not that you seem to want to anyway). Too much chance of you getting STDs if you do, because all the men will be having me bareback. Wendell will be able to get lots more money that way. Men hate condoms, and that way, knowing they can have me bareback, allows Wendell to charge twice as much for my services.

I have already gone to the funeral home and paid (out of my own money from what my mom’s insurance paid me) for my funeral and burial expenses. Therefore that is already taken care of. I have also paid my doctor for 14 visits to his office, as well as for pain control procedures in my last days. So Bobby, all expenses for my cancer and death are already paid for. I have also paid for the deductible on our insurance for all medical care for the baby.

If you are willing to support my desires and goals for the rest of the time I have, then tonight is the beginning of the rest of our lives baby. I, in turn, pledge to you to be as supportive as I can of your needs and goals as well. But please understand, I do have a few things that I feel I must achieve before I die. And bearing a child is one of the things that I cannot compromise on.

If you do not come to the benefit tonight, I will accept that as your answer. If you do decide to go to the benefit and support Wendell and me in this, then here is what you have to do:”




Bobbi read on to see what else she had to say, then put down the letter, sat on their unmade bed, and sobbed his heart out.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Six

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Bobbi walked back into their house, took his torn and soiled clothes off, and stepped into the down stairs shower. While showering, he thought over what he could do to reclaim his marriage. He knew that there was a high possibility of Staci getting pregnant, what with the huge amount of sperm that had been deposited into her womb by Wendell. Then, cringing, he began to think about what might well be happening even as he was showering. He began to have visions of hard black penis after black hard penis entering his wife, fucking her to screaming orgasms, and then depositing their little tiny baby gifts into her fertile white womb. The ache deep in his groin returned, along with his erection. Bobbi’s cock rose to such a painful hardness that forced him to bend over in search of relief. It didn’t help.

After a while, as was he touching himself, washing himself clean of his own urine, he noticed his prick was bouncing up and down with his heart beat. Bobbi could not remember when he had been so hard, or had anywhere close to this much pain in his cock. It was like he had had ten wet dreams in a row as a young pubescent boy and awakened to an eternally aching rigidity.

Bobbi was still washing himself when it hit him: Staci pregnant with a black child. . . . . . . . . He had to sit down in the shower to even think clearly about that. . . . . . . His gorgeous wife, fucking black pricks, taking their black cocks bareback. Letting their naked pricks deposit their baby making sperm deep inside her. Man after man fucking her to completion. Holding her legs up and spread wide as the next man moved into position above her, entering her cunt, filling her cunt with his cum. Potent cum. Black cum. Breeding her black, isn’t that what the web sites called it? Breeding her black. He had watched so many videos of black men fucking white women and cumming inside them. It had never occurred, in all those videos, to think seriously about the white woman getting pregnant, actually getting pregnant! And his own wife had been unwittingly introduced to the concept by him, . . . . . . . as he hammered his white cock, trying to cum just one more time as he watched the white tart’s twats taking black cum deep inside. His hardness was like steel as he began to rub himself again. He soaped his cock up and tried to masturbate, hoping to relieve the ache in his cock shaft and his asshole. Deep in his asshole now. His hand was a blur as he fantasized about Staci now taking hard black cocks one after the other. It really was his fantasy come alive. Staci had actually become his fantasy now. He could see her face rising toward her orgasm. He could see the stiff black pricks as they hammered her deep, hard, mercilessly. He could hear her voice urging them on, to cum inside her, to fill her with their cums, . . . . . . to breed her black. . . . . . . . . Unlike her white husband, whose cock shot blanks. . . . . . . . He lost his edge and realized he could not cum again. He dropped his useless cock in disgust. It bounced for a long time. He bitch slapped it back and forth, but it hurt in two ways now, the ache from his erection, and the pain from his slapping his cock back and forth.

‘DAMN!’ he thought in dire irritation. ‘I can’t fucking stand this damned aching in my cock any more!’

Bobbi toweled himself dry, patting his cock dry last, in hopes of decreasing the aching agony within it. As he walked to the Master Bedroom, he felt his prick bouncing, swaying, slapping things as he walked by. Every touch , every movement, made him ache even more. ‘God damn it! How the fucking hell do I get it to stop aching?’

Turning the corner into their bedroom, Bobbi stopped dead short as he looked at five things that had been carefully and lovingly laid out on the bed.
A cardboard box,
a butt plug,
a jar of Vaseline,
a dress, and
a note.

He sensed immediately that what he was looking at had something to do with him, and he was not at all sure that he was going to like this one tiny bit.

In a subconscious effort to stave off the bad news, he picked up the note first. It was printed from a computer. On the lower right was Staci’s lip prints in bright red lipstick. ‘Probably the lip stick she wore tonight to the fucking benefit,’ he thought. He started to read, not even recognizing his own pun.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Is She or Isn’t She? Part Twenty Five

Copyright Deni Wom 2004

Staci stood there, barefooted, dressed in yellow gauzy pantaloons, a thong panty of the same color that was still spreading her pussy lips after she had jammed it into her body in the cab, and her coin covered, multi colored, sheer lace bra. She stood there looking into the adoring, lustfully staring eyes of a room full of black men. Every single eyeball was ogling her small white sexy body. Her wetness began to flow again. She looked furtively at the men’s crotches as they stared at her. She saw many of them beginning to swell. She smiled in victory. Her sense of being a desirable woman confirmed beyond question, …… again. They liked her. They wanted her. They wanted her body. She breathed a silent thankful sigh of relief.

As she watched them watch her, she half heard Wendell ask the bouncer if The King was here yet. The bouncer replied that The King had called and would be here about midnight, ready to hammer.

“All the med cards here too?” Wendell asked quietly.

“Yeah, every single person here presented a valid med card. Only had to turn one away so far, and he came back with it. They all wants to support you, Man. We all loves ya, big guy.”

Wendell walked to the bar and sat a boom box down, then pushed ‘Play.’ The undulating sounds of sensuous Middle Eastern music blared forth. Staci took a deep breath and began her sensuous belly dance, undulating, dancing in place for a short while, then moving forward toward the wall of men. Each man was watching her body, her curves undulating in sensuous sexually-suggestive moves. Her hips shuddered in quick side to side movements, causing her panties inside her pussy to pop first over one lip, then over the other. She moved her hips forward and back for a bit, her belly pulsating in the way only a belly dancer’s can. Although her pussy was again covered by clothing, her sodden yellow sheer panties were so sticky wet from her excitement that it was as if they were not there. She reveled in her near nakedness, the adoring looks of the man, and the knowledge that she would have them all before the night was out. Belly dancing always turned her on, but tonight, yes THIS night, THIS night was incredibly special. Tonight she was dancing as a whore who would fuck each and every cock that was there. They had each and every one paid one thousand dollars to fuck her little white body with their potent black pricks. And each would deposit their copious sperm directly into her fertile womb. Every man’s sperm would be competing with Wendell’s to impregnate her. She was the fuck toy they were all competing over to breed, to inseminate, to fertilize, to create a black baby within.

As she continued to dance sensuously forward, the wall of men parted before her. She could feel the power of her body, her pussy, her fuck cunt. They all wanted her, to fill her. Each man was fitfully waiting for his personal opportunity, his turn to be with her, and hoping to be the first to cum within her tonight. She swayed on in between the tall banks of hard black cocks men. The men parted just far enough to allow her to pass through them. She could feel their dark hands timidly, furtively touch her white body as she moved by each intensely engrossed male. Periodically, Staci would shimmy her chest to cause her breasts to jiggle seductively. Each time she did this, the men groaned in unison, watching their hearts desire pass within an arms length of their growing need.

Staci danced on, turning and moving in various paths through the continuously fluid crowd. As she moved by man after man, she captured each pair of eyes, looking directly into their eyes with an unflinching presence, unfaltering self confidence. She was provocatively daring them to take her, ravish her, use her, . . . . fuck her.

The music paused, then the heavy beat of a more suggestive, more primitive beat began to pulse. The assembled crowd could sense the invitation being offered by the music. As she danced through the men, they moved closer to her. Gentle hands began to caress her thighs, her hips, her back as she moved seductively through the crowd, scant inches from their enthusiastic, able bodies. Staci could feel their desire for her.

She began to wonder how long it would be before someone put their hand on her breast. In the back of her mind she wondered if Bobbi would arrive before the first penetration, the real start of her first night as a whore.

She turned, backing gently into a bulged lap, swaying her hips against his growing hardness. The tension in his body as she sashayed her nearly naked buttocks against his manhood was cruel torture to the needy prick that wished to fill her. She felt a huge hand hesitantly brush her right breast. She turned her face up to his, inviting his kiss.

Just as he stooped to kiss her, she ducked and sashayed toward another man. There was an appreciative chuckle at her coquettishness. The slightly jilted man smiled self deprecatingly. She danced before him, only an arms length away. As she locked her eyes on his, she moved her hand to her belly button, circling her middle finger seductively, then fucking her finger into the round opening on her belly as she smiled directly at him. The man was a quick study, remembering her teasing him, and then slipping away. He only stood there, watching her suggestive movements, her sexual signals. As her hand circled her belly button again, she moved her other hand to his crotch and squeezed his cock, so visible as it tented his trousers. A collective murmur ran through the crowd.

That broke the non-sexual touching barrier. Hands began to caress her body without restraint. Someone picked her up and carried her to a pool table depositing her on its top, on her feet. She was now looking down at the upturned faces of her eager tricks.

Staci continued to dance around the table as the men began to clap to the beat, shimmying her breasts for them at each corner.

Someone wolf whistled. Staci could feel her wetness that had totally saturated her panties begin to drip through the thin fabric and onto her thighs as she danced, still looking each man directly in their eyes.

Then she heard someone moan “Oh god, I gots ta fuck that woman!”

Staci walked to the edge of the pole table next to where the man who had finally spoken his desire for her and leaned over, kissing him fully on his lips. She took his hand and placed it on her breast, then moved his hand to her lower lips and smiled invitingly at him. She squatted and began to caress her own breast with one hand, her sex with the other. All the time she focused intently on the man’s eyes. Her body continued to move to the beat in seductive and suggestive motions.

The good looking black man turned, placing his head and shoulders over the edge of the pool table. Staci moved her legs to straddle his face, continuing to sway as she lowered herself onto his mouth. The gauze of her pantaloons caressed his face, even as the wetness of her need moistened his cheeks. His tongue tried to penetrate the fabric of her pantaloons. Staci ground her pussy onto his lips. She leaned back and shimmied in mock orgasm. Then she stood again, dancing on around the table. More men turned and laid their heads on the pool table bumper rails. She lowered herself onto each pair of anxious lips in turn, allowing them to smell, kiss, and tongued her through the thin transparent fabric of her costume. Her body was pumping fluid out of her opening at a frantic rate now. There was plenty of her elixir for every one to sample.

The excitement in the room was reaching a fever pitch. Men were beginning to openly rub their crotches, not bothering to hide their need for her any more. One of the men grabbed his erect penis through the cloth of his trousers and called out “Hey Staci! Look at what I got here for ya baby!” Staci focused on his eyes and danced for him as she thrilled to her re-bolstered sense of confidence. She knew now, in absolute certainty, that her body was desirable. The hurt that Bobbi had not wanted her for over a year was swept away. She again felt like a sexual creature, a woman that men desired, she felt totally alive again. She surveyed the crowd, estimating that over thirty men were now lusting for her, wanting her, wanting to fuck their cocks into her. Into HER! Her eyes filled with tears of happiness.

In grateful pleasure, she reached behind her and untied the back of her bra, allowing it to loosen. Seductively she moved her cups a bit to give them all a peak at what was hidden. The wolf calls and whistles were now deafening. Yes, these men wanted her sexually. She flushed in pride. She reached up and untied the neck strap to her bra, allowing the straps to drop free, exposing the tops of her perfect breasts to the room full of men. Her nipples were fully extended, ready, in her growing need for sexual penetration. She held the palms of her hands over her breasts, cupping her coined bra to her. She began to move her hands in a circular movement with the music, moving her breasts with them, the bra slipping slowly down on each circular movement. Her hips continued to sway. Her belly was undulating in and out. Her whole body exuded sexual signals of desire to the men watching her with opened, panting mouths.

Her areola of her right breast appeared to their eyes first, followed shortly by the left. Staci paused dramatically, then in one movement, coordinated perfectly with the last strains of the music, raised her hands above her head.