Britney introduced a number of other black men of various shapes and sizes (though all fit and apparently well-hung) until we heard a name we recognized. “Our next man has been here for a few years and is quickly becoming a staff favorite. He has shown a number of newcomers our ways and is very experienced at it. Let’s hear it for Winston!” Mandy and I looked over at each other, surprised and both wondering if it was the same Winston who had served us. He had said something along those lines, but we were somewhat surprised in any event. Sure enough, next around the corner was our Lance Reddick-lookalike server, wearing nothing but a speedo. What had been somewhat hidden with his server garb was now on full display. He clearly worked out a lot and was very comfortable with his body. His Speedo looked as packed as his shorts had, so it did not appear that he was faking what he was hiding. He got up on stage and he clearly stared bullets into Mandy and my eyes as he made some poses and we applauded his entrance.
Britney introduced a number of other black men to the group, leading to a total of 16 different men, including a set of identical twins, both very athletic and also, of course, apparently well-hung. What we were left looking at in some confusion was an almost slave-auction array of fit black men staring back at us. The only difference being, apparently we were the ones who were going to get picked.
Britney asked the men to step back and she came to the front. “Now, these are the men who will choose your future over the next week. Listen well to what they say, because a guest has never left this place unhappy, and the best way to ensure that happens is to trust the process. Let us begin the selection process.”
I looked over to Johnny and Mel, both of whom were holding hands. Johnny looked back at me and smiled, then leaned over. “Mel and I have been coming here for years, and we have never gotten Samson yet. We are due a round with him.”
“What are you expecting?” I asked.
“Look at the man! He is the creme de la creme. Mel needs to take a run at that man, he is a champion and she is a goddess.”
“Ok.” I replied, somewhat confused by the glazed-over look that Johnny had gotten while staring at Samson. I wasn’t sure if he wanted Samson for his wife or himself.
The selection process went rather smoothly. There was obviously a behind-the-scenes lottery that had gone on for who would go first. It appeared that the other newbie couple got Julius, the young man. Samson made his selection and Johnny got his wish. Mel jumped with joy and they both went up to Samson. Mel kissed him straight on the mouth and jumped up so that Samson could carry her and off they went, with Johnny trailing behind with a somewhat giddy look in his eyes.
The twins got a young couple to themselves and the couple seemed a bit surprised and also somewhat hesitant, with the wife giving each man a peck on the cheek. The husband was pulled in by one of the twins and kissed hard on the mouth and he stepped away seeming very confused, but I could also see a hard-on in his shorts.
Second to last, Winston made his selection and, given the stares he had been giving Mandy throughout the selection process, I knew where this was going. “I will take Mandy and Bruce.” He said to the remaining two couples.
“Mandy, Bruce, come up and receive your man.” Britney said to us.
Mandy and I got up and walked over to the stage. We climbed up and Winston pulled us both close to him, with his hands around both of our waists. “Mandy, will you kiss me?” Winston asked.
Mandy looked at me with a question in her eyes. I nodded, allowing it. She turned and let Winston kiss her. It was passionate and sensuous and I noticed a moan escape Mandy’s lips when their kiss broke.
“Let’s go to your room and continue your education, Mandy.”
“Let’s!” She replied, ecstatically.
So, Mandy and I walked to our room with Winston between us, his hand around both of our waists. I opened our room with my wristband and let Mandy and Winston in and then closed the door.
“Bruce, why don’t you make Mandy and me a drink.” Winston asked.
“Ooh, yes please.” Mandy confirmed.
Somewhat rankled by Winston’s tone, but ever the dutiful husband, I went to the bar area and made three margaritas, one of my specialties and Mandy’s favorites.
When I returned to the living area, Mandy and Winston were on the couch. Mandy was lying down with her feet in Winston’s crotch, where he was massaging them with his large hands. I could see that, every now and then, Mandy’s heel would graze Winston’s cock in his speedo. I went and sat beside Mandy and she raised up so that her head was in my lap and handed Winston and her their drinks.
“Thank you, baby.” Mandy said.
Winston took a sip of his drink and then said “Margarita? Delicious, thank you, Bruce.” He then put it back and went back to massaging Mandy’s feet. A long moan escaped from her lips.
“You found her kryptonite.” I said to Winston.
“Feet are always underappreciated, Bruce. The way to many women’s hearts is through their feet. And what about you, Bruce? How can I make you happy?” He asked.
“Just make Mandy happy and I will be happy.” I replied, honestly.
“Really? If I were to fuck your wife with my large cock and make her orgasm more times in one session than she has ever before, that would make you happy?” He asked. I looked down and saw Mandy looking up at me, somewhat pleadingly.
“Yes.” I replied, without breaking my gaze with Mandy. “That would make me happy.”
“Would it turn you on?” He asked.
“Yes. I think it would.”
“Mandy, would you like to see what is in my swimwear?” He asked.
“Yes, Winston.” She said after tearing her gaze from mine and looking deep into Winston’s eyes.
“Then come here and take it out. Bruce, sit on the other couch. I want you to watch this happen.”
Mandy sat up and I went and sat on the other couch. I watched as she flipped herself into a doggy-style position and then crawled over to Winston. He grabbed her face and they began kissing passionately as Mandy’s hand trailed down Winston’s chiseled chest and abdomen to at last rest on the large bulge in his speedos.
“Take it out.” He commanded Mandy after pulling back from her kiss. “Take it out and look at it.”
Mandy grabbed the waistband of Winston’s speedo and pulled down, revealing a half-erect black snake pointing to my left. It looked circumcised and the head was even darker than the shaft. It was very big.
“Holy shit.” Mandy said, under her breath.
“Why do you say that, Mandy?” Winston asked.
“Your dick is huge!” She exclaimed.
“Is it?” He asked, sarcastically.
Mandy didn’t notice the sarcasm. “Are you fucking kidding me? It’s a fucking meatbat.” Mandy pulled Winston’s speedos even further down and Winston raised up so Mandy could remove them down to his knees. They dropped the rest of the way. Mandy grasped Winston’s dick and could not help but stroke it a bit. “Jesus.”
“You are very profane, Mandy. Is my cock bigger than your husbands?” Winston asked.
“Fuck, yes. Like twice as long and easily twice as thick.” She replied.