{The end of the story. Cammie agrees to the bet to pick out Ron's cock from 4 other guys. }
The days passed. Ron finally told her of his plans. Saturday night, she'd meet him at a local motel. He said there would be four other guys there but she won't know who. He'll blindfold her before she enters. She'll suck them all off, I'll be there to referee. If she chooses right, she's done. If not, she's in for a long time of hard use, no doubt. Ron also added the stipulation that she can't use her hands. It might be too easy with touch to feel their cocks, their stomachs, their legs, anything which might give it away.
For my own benefit, I had her wear some sexy underwear, which I knew would enhance the voyeurism. I knew the bra wouldn't be on long, but at least there would be excitement watching it peeled from her. She wore jeans and a white, flowy top, for easy access. I also persuaded her to overdo the red lipstick. The thought of watching those lips slide over some cocks had my own cock stir.
We met him in the parking lot of a seedy motel. This wasn't one of those family, heated pool types, no, this was one for secret trysts like this. A pay by the hour kind. He had a smug smirk on his face when he met me. I could almost hear the voice in his head saying, "so this is the limp dick ex boyfriend who is going to watch his former girlfriend please me and my friends?"
Cammie wasn't here for the small talk, she was nervous, but focused. "Let's just do this," she said gruffly. He took her by the arm and led her to the door. Just before she reached it he took out a blindfold. It was one of those BDSM types, it covered the top of her head, all the way down over her nose. It looked like leather. If it had had ears on it it would've looked like a catwoman mask. No way was she going to see anything with that on. She only mildly protested as he slipped it on her. He led her in. I heard catcalls and hooting before I even was in the room. There was a bed, a couch, and recliner and a chair. A man sat in each. It was positioned around a semi circle. She was led to the middle.
"Gentlemen," Don smiled lewdly. "This is my slut, Cammie. Say hi, Cammie."
I could almost feel the blush under her mask. "Hi..." she managed to squeak.
Ron held her arms over her head with one hand. With the other he felt up her tits in front of the group. Cammie wriggled and protested but Ron told her to hush. His hand went to her crotch and he used his fingers on the material of her jeans, just outside her pussy. It made her squirm. The guys all voiced their appreciation. The lust in the air was growing. He spun her around and allowed the men to enjoy every part of her. With her hands still above her head, Don took the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. I had expected this. She hadn't. Her bra clad tits were now on display. I heard more murmurs from the group.
"Let's see those tits!" One of them called out.
Ron laughed. "You will, you'll see all of it. Just relax and enjoy this slut. We have plenty of time."
I should mention that all five other men were black. That thought was an exquisite torture for me. It was a fantasy, sure, but now with these other four, Don, and from before, it made5 black guys who will have had her mouth lately, with none for me. I was embarrassingly hard as steel thinking of that. I had to shift in my seat to hide it. I needn't have bothered, all their focus was on her. Ron mauled her tits with his free hand while the crowd ooh'd and aah'd. Finally, the moment I knew was coming, he unclipped the bra from the back and let it fall. Her tits fell out. The guys groaned their appreciation.
"Those white titties are FINE," one said admiringly. "I'm going to wrap those things around my big 'ol dick."
Don nudged her to the floor, to her knees. She was topless, blindfolded and the guys were ready. Ron looked at me, "Did you bring something?"
"Oh, right," I said. I fished out the cuffs from my pocket. They were the frilly soft kind, more for show than bondage, still, they would do the job here. I tossed them to him. He made her get on her hands and knees first.
"Thanks man," Ron grinned lewdly. "Oh, and dudes, this here is Daniel, the one whose idea all of this was."
They all grinned and thanked me, clearly derisively.
"Yeah, thanks for letting us all pop in your girl's mouth," one kidded. She hadn't been mine, not for a long time.
I could only blush and avoid eye contact. The guys all got up and circled her. I hadn't expected this. Still, I didn't stop them, I wanted to see what they were planning. It was a group grope. 8 hands were all over her body, massaging her fabulous tits, feeling up her ass, rubbing their fingers over her pussy through the fabric. Ron just sat back and watched with glee. One of the men got tired of feeling denim so he unbuttoned her jeans and looked back at me and since I didn't stop him he and another guy pulled her jeans down over her ass. She protested softly, but clearly had anticipated this. She was left in her panties. They didn't last long, first they were rudely shoved to her ankles like her pants, but soon they were ripped from her completely. The ripper presented the panties to Cammie's nose and taunted her for them being so wet.
"You LIKE this shit," he laughed.
"I TOLD you," Ron said smugly. "I told you this bitch dug this."
"How are we going to do this?" One of them urged, his lust apparent.
"We'll all pick a number, and remember, we're all going to be QUIET, during it, we don't want to give her any clues. You understand the game, right? If she guesses my cock out of all of them I no longer get to use that pretty white slut. If she guesses wrong then she's with me for a LONG time," he said ominously. "So that means I don't want any of you guys fucking this up for me. QUIET, no talking, no giving her any indication who is who, including the ones she ISN'T servicing at the time. For the record, I want you to tell everyone this is totally ok with you, you agreed to do this," he said to Cammie.
I knew that him using the word "servicing" would make her pussy squirm a little, it had to.
"Yes, I agreed to this," she said softly, unconvincingly.
"You have to do better than that," Ron growled. "Seriously, none of us want to get charged with something, TELL us."
"I agreed to suck you guys off," she said impertinently, she was showing her protest in the only way she could think of.
"Sounds like your bitch has an attitude," laughed one.
"Fine," Ron huffed. He got behind her and smacked her bare ass hard. "You'd rather do it this way?" He whispered. She didn't answer. He smacked her hard again. This time she yelped. It only encouraged him, and inflamed the crowd, they urged him on. He started spanking her, alternating the cheeks. He'd only stop to taunt her.
"Tell us, tell us that you are here for this."
She stayed surprisingly silent. I found out later what I suspected, that she had craved the spanking, she said it helped "put her in the mood" for doing something that dirty. He pulled her up over his lap. He was going to give it to her like she was a bad little girl. He wasn't gentle, he reddened that cute, white ass and didn't stop until it was nearly crimson, she was whimpering. He stood up, he let her collapse into the floor.
"Now, are you going to behave?" He asked, looking down at her in a pool of her own pain and lust. She told me later that she was soaked, that her juices were starting to drip down her inner thighs.
