One More Whore Wife Bk. 02 Pt. 06

Chapter 6

Deanna: Lewis canceled lunch and told me to grab anything I wanted to take from my office as I wasn't coming back. Rodney had scheduled a couple of appointments for me that afternoon and another one after dinner although it wasn't a sleepover. The rest of the week was crowded with appointments as well, each day followed by a night with Lewis at his apartment. I fucked a lot my first full week as a white whore wife for black men.

Saturday morning Lewis fucked me several times after the sun rose, so I assumed I wasn't scheduled to see and clients until the afternoon. I never asked what my schedule was for a couple of reasons. I wasn't sure if Lewis knew (Rodney was still setting all of my appointments as far as I could tell) and I didn't want to put him on the spot by asking him something he didn't know. But more than that, I found the unknown and uncontrolled (by me) aspect of my days and actions to be surprisingly erotic. Being told, at the last minute, where I was going and who I was fucking, with no warning or ability to influence my activities to be incredibly subservient. I'd never really considered myself submissive before -- quite the opposite. I saw myself as an aggressive, direct woman who knew what she wanted and did whatever it took to get it. This submissive streak that Lewis uncovered in me was a complete surprise -- and overwhelmingly enthralling.

As we lay in his bed after the third or fourth round of sex since daybreak, the door to Lewis's apartment flung open and Rodney stormed into the living room. The door to Lewis's bedroom was wide open so Rodney saw us immediately and he marched toward us as I instinctively tugged the top sheet to cover myself. Lewis bolted from the bed to confront Rodney.

"Get dressed," Rodney said to me as he nearly ran into Lewis in the middle of the room. "I need you dressed in two minutes."

"What the fuck, Rodney, I thought we had the day off," Lewis said, nose to nose with his older but taller mentor.

"Something came up and I have people waiting in the car." Neither of them backed away, but I sensed that I was leaving with Rodney just the same.

"I thought Deanna was my bitch," Lewis said, his nakedness in stark contrast to Rodney's expensive leather jacket and stylish alligator-skin boots.

Rodney reached behind himself and pulled out a massive gun. "She's yours when it suits me," he said as he held the gun up as if it were a magic amulet.

Lewis faltered and stepped back. Rodney glared at him. I jumped out of bed.

"Just give me a second," I said as I grabbed my dress. I always wore a sexy, slinky dress when I visited clients, so I had no decision to make about what to wear. I slipped it on and grabbed my shoes and pulled Rodney toward the door. "Let's go," I said.

I half-dragged Rodney out the apartment door and into the elevator where I put my shoes on. "Where are we going," I asked.

Rodney was still worked up over the confrontation with Lewis so I regretted my question as soon as it passed my lips. Luckily Rodney was too distracted to take it out on me.

"We're going to a bachelor party," Rodney said after a few seconds. "I've got a couple more bitches in the car you're going to work with."

I was stunned. I'd never worked with other women before unless you count the little encounter in my former office with Ericka, which I don't. I was sorely tempted to ask how many men would be at the party, and where it would be taking place, and why it was starting this early in the day, but I remained silent. I didn't want to test Rodney's patience knowing how he hated questions. I figured I would find out soon enough.

We exited the elevator and Lewis's apartment building and I saw two women sitting in Rodney's Lincoln, one in the front passenger seat, one in the back seat behind her. The one in the back slid over as we approached to let me in on the curbside. I'm sure they were staring at my disheveled hair and wondering what I was doing getting in the car as they both looked like a million bucks.

I got into the car but was barely able to think. I avoided looking at the other women and tried my best not to think about what Rodney had in store for us. After Rodney introduced us all he handed something to the girl in the front seat. He said they were dog collars and told her to hand them out. I numbly put mine on.

After a time we arrived at a house somewhere. Rodney had us wait by the back of the car while he attached leashes to each of our collars. He then walked us up the driveway and up the steps to the entrance of the house. When the door opened, we were confronted by a gang of black men who eyed us with open lust. There were so many of them and only three of us.

Rodney gave them a little talk and we all went into the living room. I tried not to look at anyone but soon we were all dancing and the men were drinking and doing drugs. I looked at Rodney who was standing to the side watching us, his gun tucked into his jeans but clearly visible. I knew I was in shock but Rodney didn't seem angry and I didn't want to make him angry so I tried to join in as best I could, but it was tough. The loud music and the dancing helped some as well.

Then the older women started kissing one of the guys she was dancing with. Soon they were pulling each other's clothes off and I knew what was coming. I kept dancing and tried to keep smiling but within minutes there were hands all over me, pulling at my dress and then some. I barely saw the older woman climb onto the guy who sat on the sofa before someone started kissing me and my dress was stripped off my body. I nearly lost consciousness as I was led to the same sofa and the sex began.

The men who surrounded me were tall and young and very, very black. Their cocks were hard and massive. Soon I was sucking one of them off as he stood on the other side of the sofa while another one fucked my pussy and a third entered my ass. I'd heard of group sex before and even watched a little orgy porn but I was not prepared for how intense and relentless it would be in real life. For all the fucking and sucking I'd done it the past month, and especially in the past week, it was all with one guy at a time, or at most two when Lewis and Rodney took turns with me. Four guys at once was a whole new level.

Gradually I started to enjoy myself. The four guys fucking me were good looking (I finally noticed!) and huge. They were all black as the night and the contrast against my skin could not have been sexier. They took turns fucking my various holes and tweaking my nipples and pulling my hair. Once we got a good rhythm going I came over and over with increasingly intense orgasms. I felt like such a slut! I'd been getting used to feeling like a whore for the past week, and my gradual acceptance of that term, which I'd found repulsive and disgusting my whole life, changed my attitude toward my self-awareness. That slow change prepared me for the fast change that was occurring in the course of an afternoon.

Finally, we all came together in one earth-shattering orgasm and collapsed on the sofa in a pile of black bodies with a vein of white whores. I was thoroughly exhausted but I could tell from their comments and attitudes, not to mention Rodney's lack of interest in calling it a day that we were just getting started. The kitchen was filled with delicious snacks and drinks, so we all went naked to the buffet like it was a sort of unreal college cafeteria. We talked and joked with the other groups of guys with Anna and Courtney having a good old time. I felt warm and safe and full of fun.

After lunch, the host (I assumed he was the host) unfurled a kind of mattress in the middle of the family room and Anna pulled me onto it with a look in her eye. She kissed me before I knew what was happening, deeply and urgently. I closed my eyes to enjoy her full sensuous lips and her delicate tongue, so unlike the kisses of the guys or any guy for that matter. Then I felt Courtney's hands on my tits. She pinched my nipples just hard enough to get me excited and I reveled in the contrast between the rough masculine feel of the guys and the soft feminine touch of my fellow whore wives. I noticed their wedding rings for the first time as we caressed each other on the mattress and realized that Rodney was right to insist that we wear them. Even I was thrilled by the idea that we were all married, all cheating on our husbands, with each other and with a room full of hot black studs.

My revelry was disrupted when Anna laid on the mattress and pulled my mouth toward her vagina. It was glistening with the uncounted loads of sperm that the boys had ejaculated deep into her and I'm sure I didn't look like a good whore as she grabbed my hair and buried my face in her crotch. I tried to get into the scene as best I could but I'd never considered myself a lesbian and I was totally unprepared for another total transformation of my self-image in the course of the afternoon. I'm sure I was not at all enthusiastic enough to please Anna but I was doing my best! The guys were cheering us on and they urged Courtney to sit on Anna's face to complete the scene. We must have looked like the most debauched whores in history!

The lesbian scene didn't last as the guys pulled us off the mattress and back to the sofa for another round of triple penetrations. Each round lasted longer than the last as they were able to stave off shooting their loads into our faces and cunts for what seemed like hours. I'd ridden hard so much the past week that my ass and mouth were completely worn out, so I finally declared that I wanted each of the guys to fuck my white whore cunt and come inside me. I have no idea what in the world possessed me to make such an outrageous demand, but everyone cheered as I settled back on the mattress and propped up my ass with a pillow for easy access and to retain as much cum as possible. Everyone had a wonderful time.

When the twelfth load was inside me, I motioned to Anna to return the favor I'd done her a few hours or so earlier and lap up the cum from my drenched pussy. She dove in with all the enthusiasm I'd lacked when I was first challenged to do so and it made me wonder if Anna was actually bisexual. Be that as it may, she was unbelievably good at licking pussy, and all the cum draining out of me all over the mattress and her face made my last orgasm my best ever.

As the party ended, Rodney told us girls not to clean up, but just to apply some lipstick he'd given us just for the occasion. We weren't even allowed to use toilet paper to wipe our pussies when we peed. He just wanted all the cum that was running down our legs and stuck in our hair to be left untouched. Suddenly I had a bad feeling about the rest of the evening.