I could feel myself getting close to orgasm. Even though I had been naked and getting fucked all night, this would be my first orgasm of the evening. I felt my ass being stretched even further and couldn’t imagine what was happening.
“Fuck!” I hear Brittany, “They’re trying to get a third cock in your ass.”
I couldn’t imagine the gymnastics required to try to fit a third cock in my ass. But when your cock is over 10 inches long, a lot of possibilities emerge. A third man was standing between the two on either side of me, and he was trying to shove his cock in between them both.
My mind went tilt and I felt my balls break loose. I was moaning and spasming as I felt my cock unload skyward.
“There we go!” Brittany cheered, “Ned are you getting this?”
“Yeah, girl,” Ned replied, “Keep going, let’s drain this little bitch.”
I felt the cum splashing on my stomach and neck as I spasmed under a powerful orgasm.
If anyone ever saw this video, they would surely assume that I enjoyed being gang banged by dozens of hung black men.
“Ned, can we do some fucked up shit to this white boy?” I heard one of the men say.
“What more do you want, man, we have him tied to a sling, you can fuck him anyway you want,” Ned replied.
“I want to put him on the mattress and let my dog fuck him!” the man proposed.
“What kind of dog do you have?” Ned asked, without considering the absurdity of the request.
“He’s a pit bull, and he’s hung like I am,” the man answered. “I want to see this white bitch take my dog’s cock.”
“We have more guys out there who still haven’t had a chance yet,” Ned replied, “I don’t think it’s fair to them to have to follow your dog in his hole.”
“Fair enough,” the man answered, “maybe when they’re done then.”
My mind couldn’t process what was being discussed. I had already been forced to take 4 black cocks at the same time and now they were considering letting their dog fuck me. I felt myself start to get hazy and I passed out.
Mike Regains Consciousness
My vision was hazy as I regained consciousness. I looked around and realized I was no longer in the sling. I was on my back on the dirty old mattress on the floor of the of the storeroom. I didn’t remember being moved from the sling.
“Oh my god,” I thought, “Did Ned let that guys pit bull fuck me?”
I sat up on the mattress. The room was empty. I had no idea what time it was or if it was still the same day. My throat and ass were both raw from overuse. I was completely covered in semen.
Ed emerged from the bar area; Brittany followed him into the room.
“What time is it?” I asked, looking up at them from my position on the floor.
“It’s four-thirty, Mr. Adams,” Brittany answered, “all the men are gone.”
“I need to clean up,” I said, “I have to get back to the hotel.”
“Is there a shower in there?” I asked looking over toward the small bathroom in the back of the store-room.
“There’s no shower in there, Mike,” Ed said, “We called Jim Cartwright and he’s on his way with the hotel van to pick you up.”
“Where are my clothes?” I asked, “I can’t go out in public like this, can you get me a bar towel or something to clean up?”
“Mr. Cartwright is going to bring you a hotel robe,” Brittany said in the most comforting voice she could muster, “the men took your clothes as souvenirs.”
“What are you going to do with the video and pictures you took,” I asked, “You can’t share those, they will ruin me.”
“Right now, only Brittany, Ned, Jim and I have a copy of those,” Ed explained, “We don’t intend to share them. But they are fucking incredible to watch. It’s some of the most depraved shit I’ve ever seen.”
“We’re keeping these videos so we can show them to you if you ever start asking for black cock again,” Ed continued, “We will show them to you to remind you how far overboard you go if you leave yourself to your own perversion.”
“Did you let the dog fuck me?” I asked, horrified by what the answer might be.
“We’re not evil,” Ed answered, laughing, “Ned and I threw that guy out after he was done fucking you.”
“Thank God,” I said, “I just assumed since I was on the mattress, that it must have happened at the end.”
There was a knock at the back door.
Mr. Cartwright to the Rescue
“That must be Mr. Cartwright,” Brittany said, as she walked over to open the door.
Jim walked in with a hotel robe in his hand, “What the fuck happened here?” Jim asked.
“I only watched part of the video when I got Brittany’s message,” Jim said, “He’s a mess, I don’t want him getting all that cum on the seats of the van. Let’s get this robe on him to contain the mess.”
I stood up, my legs could barely hold my weight. They shook with exhaustion after what I had endured. I looked down at my body and couldn’t believe what I saw. There wasn’t a single dry spot on my entire body. Even after all of that, I felt my cock getting semi erect.
Jim handed me the robe and I put it on. I wiped my hands on the robe to clean the remaining semen off them then walked toward the door that led out into the alley. It was dark and silent due to the early hour. I wondered how Jim was going to get me back into the hotel.
The van took us back to the hotel. We pulled up to the back entrance near the dumpsters and the entry to the kitchen. Jim walked me to the freight elevators and took me up to my floor. He walked me to my room and let me inside.
“I’ve got to take a shower,” I mumbled, pulling off the cum-soaked robe and letting it fall to the floor.
“Just one more thing,” Jim said.
I watched has he undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. Then he pulled out his big black cock 8-inch cock that I had sucked every night since we first made our arrangement.
“I just can’t Jim,” I pleaded, “I’ve been through hell tonight, my throat is raw, will you take a raincheck.”
“A deal’s a deal, Mike,” Jim said, “Besides, I know you want to do it, you can’t hide it from me, you’re an addict.”
I dropped to my knees on the carpet of my hotel room. I was covered in cum, I had been fucked by dozens of anonymous black gang members, and even my hair was stuck to the side of my head because it was covered in dried semen.
The story ends, just like it started, with Jim’s cock in my mouth.
“That’s right, white boy,” Jim moaned, “One more load won’t kill you.”
THE END