Cheryl's Story

(a) Publicly having sex with my husband's boss.
I'm a 28-year-old married woman who particularly enjoys making my suitors—especially my husband—envious and cherish me even more by having wild sex with others.
Happy times always pass quickly, and when the clock struck two in the morning, after six men had each ejaculated into my vagina, mouth, and anus, the massive orgy finally ended. I got up and hastily put on my clothes, preparing to go home covered in semen. But that slutty bitch Sarah actually dragged her husband out of bed and made him sleep on the sofa in the living room, clearing out her and her husband's wedding bed for her and two black men who wanted to stay so they could continue their sex spree. Alas, her husband is truly despicable!
After I got a job as a secretary at the factory where my husband worked, he wasn't very happy. Peter told me that his boss, Frank, was a complete bastard, and that he hired me only to have sex with me. I think Peter was right, because during my interview, Frank's lecherous eyes kept lingering on my body. Of course, I have to admit I flirted with him too. During the interview, I casually spread my legs, showing him my private parts, and kept stretching my arms and bending over, exposing my fair waist and full breasts to him. To be honest, I felt a little overwhelmed by Frank's attention and lust.
I, Cheryl, am that kind of woman, but if my husband Peter could completely satisfy me in bed, I wouldn't be looking for other men. We often argued, and besides our sex life, I felt he wasn't getting promoted at work. Although Peter definitely wanted to be promoted to foreman, that bastard Frank wanted someone younger than Peter to be the foreman because Peter's work ability was as bad as his ability in bed. Like his boss, I had completely lost faith and hope in Peter's sexual prowess.
From the very first day I started working for Frank, he made it clear to me that he was a boss with absolute authority, and that all work had to be done according to his instructions and methods, with everything completely subordinate to him. Frank was a tall, strong man, looking much more imposing than my husband, which made me feel a little infatuated. He told me that because he often received clients in his office, his secretary had to be beautiful, sexy, intelligent, and obedient.
As he spoke, Frank pulled out a large wallet, took out six $100 bills, and told me I didn't need to come to work the next afternoon. He told me to take the money and buy myself a nice outfit. The boss's generosity surprised me greatly; to be honest, I couldn't even remember the last time Peter bought me clothes. Although I wasn't sure what kind of clothes Frank liked me to wear, I had a general idea—dressing sexy was never a bad idea. So, that afternoon I went to the store and bought two pairs of stockings, one red and one black, both fishnet, very sexy; I also bought two shirts, both cotton and form-fitting; and a pair of 3-inch black high heels and a pair of 4-inch red high heels. Paired with... Two black bodycon dresses; finally, with the remaining money, I bought lipstick, mascara, and a strong-smelling French perfume, which I thought Frank would absolutely adore.
The next morning, as I dressed in my newly purchased sexy outfit to go to work, poor Peter couldn't believe his eyes. He stared in astonishment at my sexy fishnet stockings, sheer bodysuit, and bright red lipstick, begging me not to dress so provocatively for Frank's office. I proudly explained to him that this was my standard work attire, a formal business suit, and I had to wear it to perform my duties. On the drive to the factory, Peter pleaded with me, almost weeping, not to be fooled by Frank's feigned compassion. Don't fall into his carefully laid trap.
When we arrived at the office, Frank showered me with compliments on my attire. His handsome eyes were fixed on my braless breasts, watching my firm nipples bulge against my tight-fitting t-shirt. He was dressed very sexily too, in jeans and a white tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated his broad, thick shoulders and muscular biceps. My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the large bulge in the front of his jeans; they were so tight I could clearly see the outline of his erect penis underneath. Looking at his strong, sexy appearance, my throat went dry, and I involuntarily licked my dry lips.
We started working, and Frank asked me to type up a business letter for him. A letter. I sat in front of the computer while he paced back and forth in the room, dictating the contents of the letter to me. He was so handsome, his voice so magnetic, that I couldn't concentrate on my work. As I typed, he stood behind me, his large, strong hand gently stroking my neck.
For the next three hours, Frank kept boasting about his strong, sexy physique, constantly casting bewildered, seductive glances at me. I couldn't help but steal glances at his crotch, knowing he was already erect; I could tell his member must be as large as a horse's penis. When he stroked my neck again and moved his hand towards my chest, my lower body became incredibly wet, and my breath almost stopped.
"Do you think Peter can handle the work here, Cheryl?"
"I don't know,"
I replied with difficulty, looking up at him.
"Then can he handle you, Cheryl?"
I rarely chat in online chat rooms, but one evening I felt incredibly bored, so I logged into a chat room called "Black Man Looking for Slut," without using the ID anonymity function. My ID was "Sexy White Girl," and to be honest, I am indeed a very slutty woman.
He said this while tightly gripping my swollen breasts.
I panted, involuntarily reaching out to stroke his thigh, breathing in his scent, feeling a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing out. He spread me off and took a step back, which caught me off guard. I wanted to ask him to continue stroking me. But he just stood not far away, staring at me, knowing that I was completely under his control.
“I know, dear Cheryl, I’d love to let you experience the pleasure you can’t get from your husband…”
I replied breathlessly, instinctively reaching for my tight-fitting shirt. “Oh, well then, Frank, please, let’s begin now…”
My master replied, “This girl is still a novice, but very obedient. She’ll do whatever I tell her to do, and she’s quite eager to be played with.”
Frank reached out and pulled me up from my large seat, staring intently into my eyes. “Alright, now I’m going to take you home and give you a good beating on your wedding bed! Meanwhile, let your husband stay here and make money for me!
” That weekend, Sarah and I agreed to go out and have some fun again. That night, I went to her house first, spending a long time carefully getting ready, because we were really looking for a man with a really big dick.
He said with a sneer.
Oh, what a violent, powerful man!
My hand was tightly gripped by Frank, who led me into the factory workshop, where I saw my husband, Peter, panting as he carried cement. At Frank's prompting, I walked up to Peter, proudly pouting at him, "Frank is taking me home now, Peter,"
I said hoarsely, "Seeing how much you've worked, I don't think you'll be home before 7 p.m.."
Seeing the helplessness, despair, and humiliation on my husband's face, I felt a pang of sympathy for him. But at that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else. I wrapped one arm around Frank's waist, greedily caressing his buttocks. After leaving my husband's workshop, Frank took me to his Lotus sedan. I was eager to have sex with Frank in the car, but he stopped me, saying he insisted on having sex with me properly on my husband's wedding bed.
After returning home, I impatiently dragged Frank into the bedroom, frantically stripping off my clothes. I lay on the bed, legs wide open, completely exposing my most private parts to him, begging him to have sex with me quickly. However, Frank wasn't in a hurry. He clearly understood that I was already his prey, and he wanted to enjoy it slowly. He calmly and confidently took off his clothes, revealing his enormous genitals. It was as thick as my forearm and as long as my elbow to my fingertips. I'd never seen such a thick, long penis before.
"Do you like this big thing you see?"
he grumbled, slowly walking towards me.
I was incredibly aroused, breathless and unable to speak, only able to rub my clitoris vigorously.
Frank knelt between my legs, gripping his thick penis and rubbing it up and down against my vaginal opening, continuously rubbing my clitoris with the glans. I couldn't bear his teasing and playing any longer and loudly begged him to insert it.
However, he remained unhurried, first pressing the head of his penis against the entrance of my vagina, then grabbing the phone on the bedside table
and dialing a number. After the call connected, he held the receiver to my ear, and I was surprised to hear Peter's voice. Frank had dialed the number to my husband's workplace. Just as I opened my mouth to speak to Peter, Frank's thick penis plunged into my vagina, causing me to scream involuntarily. Then he began to thrust violently. I knew that poor Peter must have heard my screams and moans, and also heard Frank's intense thrusting into me. The sounds of flesh colliding filled the air. I tried to control myself, not wanting to embarrass Peter too much, but I was too impulsive and too excited. At that moment, I no longer cared about my husband. I just shouted for Frank to fuck me more intensely, begging him to ejaculate inside me and get pregnant with his bastard.
This happened last summer, and I still have sex with Frank five times a week, while poor Peter has never had the chance to see our dates. Now, he is still waiting for a promotion, even though the factory has promoted many employees and increased their wages, Peter is still waiting for his chance.
(b) My Black Lover
To be honest, my public affair with my husband's boss wasn't my first infidelity after marriage. In the five years that Peter and I lived together, I had many other acts of infidelity, but my husband was always able to forgive and understand me, which made me very grateful. In my opinion, many wives' infidelity is more or less encouraged and instigated by their husbands, but my infidelity was slightly different—Peter actually wanted me to stay honestly by his side, but my nature led me to continuously cheat on him. About six months after our marriage, I suddenly developed a strong interest in black men and threw myself into the arms of Danny and his friends without hesitation.
As I mentioned in the first section, I was particularly concerned about whether my husband cherished me. Therefore, I became dissatisfied with Peter during our honeymoon. Besides his tiny 3-inch penis being unable to satisfy my sexual desires, what angered me most was that he made our honeymoon incredibly boring.
Originally, I wanted him to spend more money and take me to a beautiful, luxurious resort in the Bahamas for our honeymoon, but instead, he took me to North Wales, where we spent an incredibly boring week in a village with continuous drizzle. It was then that I discovered Peter was a penniless pauper, and all his talk about having money... His other business dealings were all deceptive, and it's a pity I didn't fully understand these things before marriage.
So, why would a woman like me, exceptionally beautiful, only 23 years old at the time, and with an exceptionally strong sex drive, honestly spend her best honeymoon in a run-down, cheap little hotel in Wales with a poor little guy? During the day he didn't give me much money to spend, and at night when he was on top of me, I... (I felt a surge of desire, a sense of unease and resentment). A drop of murky white water spilled weakly onto the floor. He looked down into my eyes and said rudely
, "Who are you to me?"
On the drive back to our home in Manchester, we had our first argument. Peter admitted that he didn't actually have the ability to make love twice, but also told me that the so-called "one-night stand" was just a beautiful legend.
"Oh? So, are all men's penises as small as yours, Peter?"
I knew he was testing me, so I said, "Fine, use whatever method you think is suitable, I'm fine with anything."
I asked with a cold laugh, feeling he was utterly shameless. "Next time you make love to me, use your little finger!"
Hearing me say that, Peter swore he would definitely try his best to satisfy me. However, he didn't make any progress that night. Just as I picked up a measuring tape to measure his penis, he ejaculated on my black lace-trimmed gloves.
Needless to say, I kicked him off the bed and made him sleep on the floor. One night. I told him that he had to use progressive methods to regain his right to sleep next to me, and also learn how to prolong the time of lovemaking and how to increase its intensity.
The next evening, Peter was going to have dinner at his home with his colleague and business rival, Danny. Danny was very domineering at the company. Because he did the same business as my husband, he often made Peter feel inferior in business.
I had gotten to know Danny before when I attended a party at my husband's company. I knew he was an exceptionally charming "ladies' man" and that he even thought I was "too unlucky" to marry Peter. Although I had only met him once, I knew he had always harbored designs on me. At our first meeting, He brazenly sized me up and down. However, Danny was undeniably a very attractive man; he was handsome, tall, and his dark skin and strong muscles were incredibly appealing to women. I knew he was far superior to Peter in every way.
As agreed, Danny would arrive at 8 pm. After preparing everything, I decided to dress up nicely and sexily, hoping to leave Danny with a deep and sweet impression. Although Peter thought it unnecessary, I still dressed up. To be honest, I thought that flirting with Danny a little would definitely improve Peter's relationship with him and also enhance our intimacy in bed.
As I dressed up and walked up the grand staircase… When I came downstairs, Peter stared, completely dumbfounded. I had my hair styled in curls, wore bright lipstick, a touch of blush on my cheeks, and was dressed in a black velvet bodycon dress. My long, slender legs were encased in black stockings, and I wore red 4-inch high heels with gold anklets.
Dressed like that, even I would say I looked like a wanton woman. Peter was worried and begged me to go back upstairs and wait so he could talk to Danny first, but I didn't take it seriously. When the doorbell rang, I rushed to open the door, and Peter, panting, called out after me, "Wait, Cheryl, please..."
I said excitedly, crossing my legs to expose my sexy thighs clad in stockings and my exposed private parts. "Johnny says he has an 8-inch long, thick, and hard cock. Well, to be honest, I really like guys with big, thick cocks. How about yours?"
I replied happily, pulling my shoulders back to make my full breasts stand out even more.
But I had already opened the door.
Looking at the handsome man standing outside the door, whom I had already met once before, I was incredibly excited. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, which made his strong physique look even more perfect and attractive. Oh, looking at such a body, to be honest, I was already drooling. Danny's hands were on his firm buttocks, the bulging muscles on his arms showing his immense strength, and his beautiful, passionate eyes were fixed on my moist lips and trembling breasts. There was no doubt that we were both electrified by each other, and a chemical reaction of sex had occurred between us. My God, my heart began to flutter for him, my hormones surged wildly.
"Hello, Cheryl, you look stunning tonight!"
he said in a sexy, deep voice.
"You look amazing too!"
He looked down at my breasts for a long time, then into my eyes. I slowly licked my lips, met his gaze, and said, "You'd better come in."
Hearing Sarah say this, Mark and Johnny immediately insisted on joining, saying their genitals were the largest in the world, and we two women would regret it if we didn't invite them! So, our group left the dance hall in a grand procession, quickly hailing two taxis. However, taxis only allowed four people per car, and we had nine—one man was extra. However, none of the men wanted to miss such a wild sexual opportunity. So, Sarah walked up to a rather thin man, grabbed his crotch, and said, "Sorry, darling,"
before turning and walking back to the living room, intentionally showing him my round buttocks and long legs in stockings.
Oh my God, I've never been so happy. Compared to Danny, Peter was truly incomparable. Peter seemed a little scared when Danny entered the house, because Danny had come primarily to collect the $4,000 Peter owed him. When the two sat down to discuss the debt, Danny's 1.9-meter height stood like a black mountain in front of Peter. I thought that if they couldn't reach an agreement and started fighting, I would definitely side with my husband. However, Peter was a real coward; he couldn't possibly argue with Danny.
Watching the two men talking so seriously, I wanted to ease the tension, so I went to the kitchen and poured them two glasses of wine. When I returned to the living room, I saw Danny leaning close to Peter and saying, "Hurry up and make a decision, Peter, what do you think?"
Peter looked unusually dejected.
"What's wrong, Peter?"
I asked, but secretly, I was also thinking about what was going on. It turned out that after I left the living room, Danny had given Peter an ultimatum: if he didn't pay me back tonight, he would have sex with me—of course, with my consent. Hearing my urgent question to my husband, Danny asked if I could make a quick decision, because he had been almost irresistibly tempted by my sexy figure as soon as he walked in.
"What do you want to do?"
I asked Peter. "I think Danny's solution wouldn't be a loss for either of us, don't you think so?" "
As I spoke, I licked my lips and stroked my breasts as I walked towards Danny, feeling like a complete slut.
I felt Danny's large hands caressing my buttocks, and I whispered in his ear, 'Please carry me to the upstairs room... I really want your big cock... Peter can't satisfy me... Please, darling, I need the semen of a real man!'" "
Although Peter protested loudly, Danny still resolutely picked me up and carried me upstairs. Peter lunged at me, trying to block our way, but Danny roughly shoved him aside with her shoulder, loudly telling my husband that I was now his woman. Reaching the master bedroom upstairs, Danny slammed the door shut with her foot, and then we started undressing.
Now, my only worry was getting pregnant, because I hadn't taken birth control pills or used any contraceptive barriers when I had sex with my master and all the other men. Of course, those men were only concerned with their own pleasure and didn't consider using condoms, and they all ejaculated directly into my vagina. However, worrying was useless now; I'd just wait and see if time would tell if I was really pregnant.
Danny was clearly more anxious than I was, when..." The moment I took off my high heels and stockings, he was already naked. His thick, hard penis dangled and throbbed in front of me like a thick cane. Looking at the glans of that thick, black cock, erect and extending past his navel, I felt that it was definitely thicker and longer than my forearm.
After taking off my own clothes, I naturally lay back on the bed, each hand holding one leg and spreading them wide, completely exposing my most private parts to him. I knew Peter would be eavesdropping outside the door, so I began loudly praising Danny's penis, saying that his thick black cock was the most magnificent and thickest I had ever seen, many times larger than Peter's. I also said that from now on I was his woman, and he could fuck me anytime, anywhere, however he wanted.
"I'm willing to do anything for you, dear Danny! Now fuck me!"
I shouted.
Danny pressed his engorged penis between my thick, pink labia and whispered, "Do you want this thing?" "
With that, before I could reply, he thrust forward, plunging his thick, hard penis all the way into my body, and then began to pump rapidly.
The intense stimulation made me scream loudly: 'Oh my God, I've never been filled like this before! ... Ahhh, darling, you fuck so well! You're the best man in the world!'
That night, Danny fucked me intensely four times, as if he couldn't earn back the money Peter owed him otherwise. I was overjoyed because no man had ever fucked me so hard and so deep before; I felt his large glans had already penetrated my uterus.
When Danny left the next morning, I was still immersed in the satisfaction, exhaustion, and pleasure after my orgasm. I lay in bed, my face, hair, mouth, and vagina all smelling of Danny's cloudy white semen, and the sheets were also covered with my own vaginal fluid and his..." The semen soaked a large area. From that day on, I felt even less for Peter. Yes, after a woman has experienced the best pleasure, would she still like sex that is devoid of passion?
Later, I would date Danny at least twice a week, and he introduced me to his three best friends. Every night, I would be taken to bed by different black men and violently raped. Sometimes they would even come to my house to gang rape me, using my mouth, vagina, and anus as their places of sexual release. I also gained the most passionate sexual satisfaction from their rough and unrestrained thrusting.
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(c) My night outings with my best friend Sarah
I've already told you about my married life with my husband Peter and the story of how I cheated on him. Actually, while my husband is rather fragile, stingy, and has a poor sex life, he's an exceptionally loving and responsible man. He's incredibly forgiving of me, and no matter what I did to wrong him, he still considers me one of the most lovable women and cherishes me deeply. This makes me incredibly grateful. Now, I'll tell you about my nighttime adventures with my best friend Sarah. At that time, I was 26 years old, both youthful and beautiful, with the elegance of a mature woman. My pretty face and sexy figure were very eye-catching, and my 37C breasts filled me with confidence and pride wherever I went. My curly dark brown hair and brown eyes were captivating to men.
My good friend Sarah was also a beautiful and sexy woman; she introduced me to the many classic bars, nightclubs, and discos in downtown Sunderland. She was married, but her relationship with her husband was complicated; they always slept in separate rooms. Although Peter didn't like my association with her, I found we got along quite well and enjoyed being with her.
The first time I went out with Sarah, I wasn't prepared at all, still wearing my work dress and flats, which made me feel a little regretful and nervous. That night, a tall, strong man took me to bed; his exceptional sexual prowess and rugged personality perfectly complemented my husband's shortcomings. From then on, I started to enjoy going out with Sarah at night, which led to many one-night stands.
Sarah was a petite but sexually voracious woman; her flowing blonde hair and sexy figure were incredibly attractive to men. Every time we went to a nightclub, we didn't need to buy tickets or wait in line. We just had to wink at the men in line, and they would do anything for us. Once inside the club, we didn't need to buy drinks ourselves either; there were always plenty of men rushing to buy us this and that.
Over nearly four months, I slept with ten men, the one with the biggest penis being a black man from France named Antoine. His sexual skills were astonishing, and his enormous penis constantly brought me unimaginable sexual pleasure. While he was working on me, sweating profusely with his huge penis, all I had to do was lie quietly on the bed, uttering the most lewd and obscene words, and he would thrust and penetrate me with all his might. In fact, as long as he was inside me for ten minutes, his huge penis and intense thrusting would send me to multiple orgasms, causing me to lose control of my emotions and become more lewd than the cheapest prostitute!
The continuous nights and illicit affairs made me increasingly wicked, increasingly greedy, and single-mindedly focused on... I just wanted to find out exactly how long and thick the world's largest penis really was. So, whenever a guy wanted to take me home, I'd think it over first. Only those guys whose penises I considered to be enormous could win my favor. Sarah thought the same way; if a guy's penis was less than 7 inches, she wouldn't even bother looking at him.
In fact, the reason her relationship with her husband was so strained was largely because his penis was only 4 inches long, which couldn't satisfy her needs at all.
Sarah and I shared a remarkably similar view on male penis size. We both thought the most frustrating thing was sleeping with a guy only to find that his penis was pitifully small. When it reached 5 inches long, I felt like killing him. Once, Sarah hooked up with a good-looking guy at a nightclub, but when they got to bed, she discovered his penis was as small as a toothpick. Helpless, Sarah kicked him off the bed and used an 18-centimeter-long dildo to satisfy her lust.
Looking at his enormous, erect penis, my body was stimulated by an unprecedented sense of pleasure. "Oh, yes..."
After putting on makeup, I decided to wear the latest trendy black bodysuit, the hem only reaching mid-thigh. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, just black stockings and garters. Sarah was also dressed exceptionally sexy, wearing a tight, light pink... She wore pink leggings, pink high heels, and a white cotton shirt.
Everything was in place, and Sarah had her poor husband, who had long suffered her abuse, drive us to a nightclub in town. Although she lied to her husband, saying we were just going out for a drink, our sexy outfits and the strong scent of perfume clearly betrayed our true intentions: we were going to find big cocks to give us sexual satisfaction!
My body trembled, my breasts bulging from my clothes as I panted. When his large hand caressed my bare shoulder, my hair stood on end. My nipples hardened, and my vagina began to flow warmly, causing me to involuntarily squeeze my legs together tightly. Undoubtedly… "I'm completely aroused.
Oh my god! I was practically sold off by a pimp like a lowly prostitute."
At the entrance of a large disco, we saw many good-looking and fit men queuing to buy tickets, and we couldn't help but feel secretly pleased—it seemed our luck was on our side today! Once inside, the first thing we did was dance wildly, trying to attract more men's attention. About half an hour later, I met two men, one named Mark, a football player, and the other Johnny, a black security guard who had just finished work. They had already bought me three Bacardi drinks and a Coke. Meanwhile, Sarah sat at a table, surrounded by three men vying to chat and flirt with her. As the night deepened, my excitement grew, my eyes constantly darting to the crotches of the two men beside me; I was certain their penises were exceptionally large.
The more I drank, the more tormented my sexual desire became. When Mark got up to go to the bathroom, I ran my red-nailed fingers along Johnny's thigh muscles, asking how big his penis really was. He whispered in my ear in a deep, sexy, magnetic voice, "I have an eight-inch long, thick, hard cock, and it's all yours now, dear Cheryl."
I must admit, I was incredibly tempted, but before I could say anything, Mark returned and sat down beside me. "Mark,"
Mark said without hesitation, grabbing my hand and pressing it against his groin. Oh! His thing was so big, the thick, hard feeling made me groan. These two men were so hard to choose between, and they both held on, neither of them wanting to back out.
Just then, Sarah ran over, a smug look on her face, followed by two tall men whose eyes were constantly and greedily fixed on Sarah's exaggeratedly swaying buttocks as she walked. Sarah told me that she had decided to host a super lewd sex party at her house, and only men with huge penises would be invited. She said she had already invited five men and would also welcome me to join her revelry.
Standing in front of Danny, my eyes were on Peter, and I reached out and stroked my brightly painted nails... "Looking at Danny's bulging breasts,"
she said sweetly, "I think you shouldn't come with us tonight."
Leaving the poor guy on the sidewalk outside the dance hall, we all chuckled and jumped into the two taxis, screaming all the way to Sarah's house. On the way, we bought some gin and Bacardi. I was unusually happy to be sandwiched between Johnny and Mark in the back seat, each hand gripping one of their erect penises, while another guy named Martin sat in the passenger seat, just watching us flirt in the back. In the other taxi, Sarah squeezed in with Andy, Ray, and Alan, all three of Sarah's favorite black men.
Sarah, ignoring her husband's feelings, turned on the stereo in the living room, sat in a large armchair, raised her legs, clad in sexy stockings, high, and spread them wide, her brightly painted nails rubbing her wet vulva. "Alright, guys, I'm ready. Why aren't you taking your clothes off?"
she said, watching the men strip naked.
Needless to say, I also took off my clothes with incredibly seductive movements, then plopped down between Mark and Johnny, stroking their hard penises with both hands. The two men were extremely excited; each grabbed one of my legs and stroked it, while Mark couldn't resist licking my clitoris between my legs. It was unbelievable; how could Sarah and I be having sex with three men at the same time? But it was true; we were both surrounded by three men, their hands, mouths, and penises ravaging our bodies.
"This is so exciting! I really want my husband to see me get three big cocks at the same time!"
I exclaimed, gripping Martin's and Johnny's thick penises, the biggest I'd ever seen in my life. Martin's penis was about 11 inches long, but even with all my strength, I could only swallow about 8 inches. Johnny's penis was even bigger than Martin's, feeling like a heavy iron rod in my hand.
Enjoying Johnny's oral sex while stroking his thick, black cock, my body grew increasingly aroused. I had been with several Black men before, but I never imagined Johnny's penis would be so much bigger than any of the Black men I'd ever been with. I was so excited, I couldn't resist the temptation of his enormous genitals. Even though my mouth was stuffed full of Martin's penis, I still struggled and groaned, enduring the stinging and nausea from the large cock shoving into my throat, single-mindedly desiring Johnny to fill my hungry, empty body.
So, while trying my best to swallow Martin's penis, I vigorously stroked Johnny's penis, and in between licking, I shouted at Johnny, "Please, Johnny, I'm so wet, I want your big cock so badly!... Come and fuck me!"
I stroking his penis vigorously, and said again, "Come and fuck me, in front of everyone, fuck me!" "Die, you filthy woman! Ah…"
I said, standing up from the large sofa and walking to the fireplace. Under the watchful eyes of Sarah and the other men, I lay down on the thick wool rug in front of the fireplace. Sarah, infected by my lewd behavior, spread her sexy legs and vigorously rubbed her clitoris, teasing the excited, itching men in the house like a wanton slut.
Johnny followed me to the fireplace, and after I lay down on the rug, he quickly pounced on my naked body. Frankly, this was the most realistic, profound, and satisfying penetration I had ever experienced. His huge penis viciously plunged into my body to the hilt, stretching my vagina to its limit. His thick, long shaft reached deep into the places no one had ever touched before, bringing me indescribable stimulation and pleasure. Johnny's powerful… The thrusting brought me to orgasm quickly, and he soon ejaculated his first load inside my trembling body.
Then, Mark, Martin, and Andy took turns, thrusting and ejaculating violently inside my vagina, filling it completely and giving me at least six orgasms. On the other side of the room, Sarah was also being gang-raped by the men. One man would climb on top of me, then quickly run to Sarah's side to wait for his turn, while another man would climb on top of her and run to me to wait for his turn.
From that night on, those four black men and two white men became my and Sarah's regular sexual partners. We met at Sarah's house at least once a week, and almost every time we would fuck all night until those men could no longer get hard. Of course, I and... Sarah didn't just have sex with those six men. Besides the nights she spent with them, we would still go to nightclubs, dance halls, and bars—places where it was easy to find men—and have a passionate night with any man with a large penis. So, every week we met some new men and also let go of some we had already had.
During the time Sarah was having sex at home, her husband, though he endured it all, still... Sarah's behavior became increasingly irritating and disruptive, to the point that she would demand her husband lick her vulva and anus and eat the semen that had been spilled by the men after they ejaculated inside her. Sarah's husband, unable to tolerate this any longer, finally divorced her in anger.
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(d) My Collecting Romance
Within ten seconds of logging in, I received a barrage of annoying messages. Finally, I found a private message from someone who seemed genuinely interested. Of course, I won't write his private message here, but I can say that he's my ideal type of Black man. We quickly started chatting happily and frankly. He asked me what my secret sexual fantasies were, and I told him that my biggest fantasy was to have wild sex with Black men, preferably in a group. Then, he asked me what I most wanted to be fucked by men, and I told him that I wanted to be like a sex slave, wantonly played with, humiliated, and abused by my master, so that they could get the greatest pleasure from possessing and using me. He asked me to be more specific, and I replied that if it was inappropriate... I wanted to find a master who would satisfy me, someone I could do anything for, even someone who would take me out to prostitute myself. Then, he asked me to send him a picture of myself, preferably a sexy, naked photo in high heels. I refused, but at his persistent request, I sent him a picture of myself wearing a tight short skirt, showing my slender, sexy thighs and half of my round buttocks, but without showing my face.
After seeing the picture, he praised my figure and asked what I looked like. I told him I was a blonde, blue-eyed, married white woman, 28 years old, with measurements of 36C-22-36.
Hearing this, he called me a slutty prostitute to a black man and told me to call myself that when chatting with him. Since it was online chatting, I did as he said. Then, listening to him say… He told me how much he wanted me, how he would pin me down and ravage me, and I felt increasingly excited. So, I followed his instructions and started having online sex with him.
At his request, I took off my clothes, put on high heels, and began giving him oral sex.
He wouldn't let me touch his penis with my hands, saying that during oral sex, a woman must use her mouth to serve a man. I sucked on his penis, then took his testicles into my mouth and licked them, and was then ordered to lick his anus, inserting my tongue into it. He said he wanted to watch me being ravaged by a group of black men, and that I would offer my body to fat, old, and dirty black men for them to vent their lust. Then, he began describing how he would have all sorts of male dogs, even donkeys and horses, ravage my cunt. I never expected him to reveal my deepest sexual fantasies.
Then, he asked if I had any sex toys, and I told him I had a huge, 14-inch black electric vibrator. He was delighted and told me to go get it right away. When I got it, he told me to insert it into my wet vagina immediately. I did as he said, inserting the thick, long black penis into my body. When it was halfway in, I sat at the computer desk, holding it between my legs, letting the large device penetrate deep into my vagina. I turned it on, letting the device buzz and stimulate my sexual nerves while continuing to chat with him.
Finally, he asked where I lived and then said, "If I were to fly over to see you, what kind of clothes would you wear to pick me up?"
So I began to describe it to him. Suddenly, I noticed the time displayed on the computer screen. If I really wanted to wear the clothes I had described to pick him up, I would have to hurry to the store, which was closing in half an hour. I told him why I was logging off, promised to meet him in person and truly realize my sexual fantasies, and then quickly shut down the computer.
The next day, I kept calling the airport to confirm the arrival time of his flight. When I heard that his flight was about to arrive, I quickly drove to the airport to pick him up. His plane arrived on time, and when he came out of the main exit, I recognized him at a glance because I had already seen his photos online. I went up to him and greeted him, wearing the clothes I had described to him in our chat: black 4-inch high heels, a tight black short jacket, and a black tight short skirt that barely covered my buttocks. I wasn't wearing a bra or underwear.
Furthermore, my husband owed Danny four thousand dollars, which made their relationship even more complicated.
He held me tightly in his arms and kissed me, our skin tones forming a striking contrast. With great difficulty, I managed to pull away from his large mouth, panting, "My master, I desire your pleasure."
I knew exactly what he wanted me to say, so I whispered, "I am your slutty, shameless bitch who loves big black cocks, my master!"
He laughed contentedly.
I drove him to a motel we had arranged beforehand, called "The Playboy," and booked a room. After getting the key, he carried his bag and put his arm around my waist as he walked towards the room.
He had told me before that I shouldn't wear any clothes when we were together, so he could play with me at any time, so I hadn't brought any spare clothes, and was only wearing a coat without underwear.
For the next six hours, we stayed in the motel room, making love wildly. Following his instructions, I performed oral sex on him without touching his penis, using only my lips and tongue. After I sucked him until he was hard, he bent over so I could lick his testicles and anus, and then I inserted my tongue into his anus to lick his rectum.
This man was incredibly strong; he ejaculated three times in my mouth, twice in my vagina, and twice in my anus. Finally, we were both exhausted, lying on the bed panting and resting while watching adult films on TV. He asked if there were any dance halls nearby, and I said there probably weren't, but I knew of one where you had to wear a suit to get in. He chuckled and called a taxi. I asked if he was going out, and he said no. After a while, the taxi driver called, and he went out. They talked for a while outside, and then the driver left. When he returned to the room, he told me that he had asked the driver to bring us two pizzas. Hearing him say that, I felt good, because Wei Weishu was hungry.
Then, he said he was going to play in the hotel's swimming pool, and he would wait in the room for the driver to bring the pizza, and then take the pizza to the swimming pool for him.
About 15 minutes later, someone knocked on our room door. I ran to open the door and saw a fat black man in his fifties standing in the doorway holding a large box of pizzas, looking at me with a wicked grin, because I was completely naked at that moment. The black man told me that including the tip, I needed to pay him $44. I didn't say anything, just smiled at him. He then said, "Let me guess, you must not have brought any money, right?"
After arriving at Sarah's house, she led our group into her normally quiet house in a noisy and bustling manner. At this time, her husband, who slept in another bedroom with her, was already asleep, and our arrival woke him up. He opened the bedroom door and saw a strange man embracing and kissing his wife in the living room downstairs. He shook his head, returned to the bedroom, and closed the door tightly.
I replied, "Yes."
He glanced at me and said, "Well, I think there might be other ways to make it happen."
As he spoke, I stepped aside.
The black man walked straight in, leaving the door wide open. At that moment, I knew perfectly well that if anyone walked past the door, they would see me, a young and beautiful 28-year-old white woman, about to be violated by a 50-something ugly and fat black man. But I was already blinded by lust and didn't care about any of that. So I didn't close the door and followed the black man who delivered the pizza into the house.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watched the black man put the pizza on the table, then turn around and walk up to me, looking at me with his bulging lower body. I reached out and unzipped his pants, trying to pull out his penis.
But... Suddenly, he slapped me hard across the face, making my vision blur. He angrily said, "You white bitch, how dare you touch your black master's big cock? Do it again!" I understood what he
meant, so I obediently knelt down in front of him, first unbuckling his belt, pulling his jeans down below his knees, then pulling off his underwear. Next, I opened my mouth and took his stinking penis in, sucking hard.
Stimulated by my tongue, his penis quickly became hard. Then, he turned around, bent over, and stuck his big black ass out in my face, looking at me and saying, "Come on, lick your black master's anus."
Perhaps because he had been sitting for a long time, his crotch and anus reeked of a hot, pungent odor, but I knew I had to do as he said, so I could only endure the disgusting smell and carefully lick his anus and crotch several times.
He asked, one hand caressing my breasts through my clothes.
The black man... After he'd had his fill, he pushed me down on the bed and started fucking me hard. The door was still wide open, and I saw many men passing by stop and crowd at the doorway, watching me being wantonly violated by an old, ugly black man. After he ejaculated inside me, I quickly got up and ran to the bathroom to wash myself clean. Then I took the pizza the black man had brought to find my online lover.
Next to the swimming pool, I placed the pizza in front of him, and he ate it without a word. Only after he finished did... He said to me, "Okay, now you can eat."
I was incredibly hungry, and I devoured two large slices of pizza in no time, feeling much better immediately, but still a little unsatisfied. By then, a lot of people had gathered around the swimming pool; some people who lived nearby had also come to swim after work. Among the crowd, I saw about 10 couples and some single men. My online boyfriend was the only one there; he was Black, but he didn't seem to feel uncomfortable at all.
In the pool, some people were swimming, two couples were secretly making love, and others sat or lay on the lounge chairs around the pool, resting and watching the couples making love in the water. Next to the pool was a large hot water bathhouse that could seat ten people, but Lang Lingqing hadn't filled it yet. He told me to turn on the hot water tap and sit inside. I stepped into the bathhouse, turned on the tap, and sat down, enjoying the soothing warmth.
He told me to stay in the bathhouse, saying he had to leave for a moment and would be right back.
More and more hot water filled the bathhouse, and I rested my head on the edge, closing my eyes to enjoy the soothing warmth.
At this moment, some single men also began to enter the bathhouse, and when I opened my eyes, the bathhouse was already crowded with unfamiliar men. Thus, I, completely naked, was squeezed together with seven equally naked strangers. They asked me what my relationship was with the black man, and I told them that I was the black man's sex slave, and he was my master.

At this point, one of the men said to me, "Do you know what it means when a young woman like you, completely naked, enters this brothel? Generally speaking, it means that this woman and her man want to see her gang-raped by a group of men."
Hearing him say this, I felt somewhat confused. Since my online lover treated me as his personal property, wanting me to be his free prostitute exclusively for his black men, why would he let me enter this brothel with such special significance, leaving me here alone? Did he want to watch me be gang-raped by these strange men? So I said to them, "Fine, since I've already stepped into this hot brothel, I don't want to ruin your good mood tonight. Do whatever you want to me."
For the next hour or so, seven men gang-raped me, ejaculating wildly in my vagina, anus, and mouth. During this process, I saw my collection of lovers looking at me through the large window, their faces beaming with proud smiles. Finally, all the men were drained of their bodies, and one by one they crawled out of the pub and went to rest. Then, my master returned to my side, and we continued soaking in the pub.
He said to me, "I just gave you a test to see if you were willing to do any lewd and shameful work for me. Before you came, I had already arranged with those seven men; they would each pay me $20 to do whatever they wanted to you. So, I left you here alone."
The next day, things became even more outrageous and lewd. The taxi driver still came to molest me, bringing four other drivers who worked with him at the same taxi company. They... (The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.) The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without context or a clearer understanding of the intended meaning. It seems to contain elements of a manga or similar device, possibly related to sexual activity, and possibly even ejaculation inside a woman. A proper translation wouldn't be possible
without further information or clarification . The guests, mostly pimps and prostitutes, were there having fun. I was the only white girl there, completely naked except for a pair of sexy high heels and a jacket. After much difficulty finding an empty seat, a tall, burly Black man with gold teeth and a thick necklace swaggered over and brought us two beers. He flattered my host, saying that the white girl he'd found was really good. Bringing me here was an exceptionally wise choice.
My master smiled at the man, reached out and unbuckled the belt around my waist, then pulled open the front of my jacket, exposing my naked body to the man. The man's eyes widened rapidly, and he whistled, saying, "This bitch is really too beautiful, she'll definitely make you a lot of money!"
Soon, I proved my master right with my actions. That night, I was taken to the nightclub's office, where I lay on the sofa and was wantonly violated by the nightclub's customers. Then, they took me to the pool hall, made me lie face down on the pool table, and they gang-raped me from behind. During this process, my master did not participate in the rape; he just sat to the side with a smile, watching me being gang-raped by the men, enjoying himself immensely. I drank beer. All night, I ingested the semen of at least 30 men, had at least 50 men penetrate my vagina, and about 40 men anally. Finally, when the men had their fill and left through the back door of the nightclub, my hair, face, and breasts were covered in foul-smelling semen, and copious amounts of semen gushed from my vagina and anus, dripping down my thighs.
I struggled back to my motel room and immediately collapsed onto the bed like a dead pig, falling asleep until my husband woke me the next day to catch his flight. After quickly washing my face, I drove him to the airport, then returned to the motel room, cleaned up the mess, checked out, and rushed home to truthfully report to my husband everything that had happened between my husband and me over the weekend.

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