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.