The Taste of Blac Coc

Dom had just squirted his load on to my tongue at the club one afternoon.

"Need you Saturday night. My place. 8PM. Tell your missus not to wait up."

I tried to question him but he just slapped me.

"Just do as your told, cocksucker," he barked.

"But what I am supposed to tell her?" I pleaded.

"Whatever the fuck you like. Or bring her with you. I promise you she'll have a fucking good time." He chuckled, wiping his dick on my best Callaway golf top and walking away.

I spoke to Mike and it turned out he'd been ordered to Dom's house too, so we concocted a story for our wives about a spontaneous golf weekend. 'A sudden cancellation. Be crazy to refuse at that price.' Claire didn't bat an eyelid. And we did, in fact, play golf on Saturday afternoon at another club, politely declining the offer of caddies!

We rolled up at Dom's house just before 8. I knew he lived on the Westway Estate, but didn't realise it was at the posh end! It was a small, detached house, neat front lawn, surprisingly suburban. Rap music was humming from inside. A plump black woman opened the door and gazed at us blankly.

"Round back," she grunted, slamming the door in our faces. We found the side gate and crept around to the back of the place. The party was obviously in full swing, spilling out on to the lawn. Men and women of all ages and races. The heavy fragrance of weed hit our noses and almost immediately I became a little light-headed. We looked at each other in confusion and wondered if we'd actually been invited to simply chill with Dom's friends for a beer.

The plump black woman met us at the kitchen door.

"You two, in here!" she barked and guided us through the kitchen to the staircase. A couple of guys were necking in the stairwell, and what appeared to be a topless older woman was bent over a black guy's crotch, head bobbing up and down. I realised it was Dom.

"Hey cocksuckers, welcome to the crib," he chirped. He gently lifted the woman's head and she stepped back. "Back in a mo," he told her. "Stay put." She looked to be in her 50s, smartly dressed apart from the fact her top was pulled down to her waist exposing her tits which wobbled on her chest. She was vaguely familiar although her mouth was smeared with lipstick and drool, and her hair hung lankily around her shoulders. She sat cross-legged on the floor and looked up.

"Hurry back," she purred sexily.

Dom led us upstairs, seemingly unashamed of his nakedness, his mammoth tool waving in the wind, still glistening with the woman's saliva.

"There's space in here, bitches," he muttered, leading us into one of the bedrooms. A fat white guy was spread-eagled, face down on the bed. I immediately recognised him as our local member of parliament. Fucking Hell! I thought. A black guy lay over him, thrusting into his arse. He grunted rhythmically as the guy's cock powered into his hole.

On one side of the bed were two more men, naked and kneeling, heads bowed.

"Space for you over there," said Dom, pointing to the other side of the bed. It appeared that we were required to strip and kneel just like the other two. Our hearts sank.

"Rules are simple. Stay put. If you're chosen, you do whatever your told. Got it?"

"Could I have something to drink," I mumbled hopefully. My mouth was suddenly dry.

"I'd give you my cum, but this faggot's wife is waiting for me downstairs," he chuckled and we all watched as the guy on the bed groaned and emptied his balls into the politician's arse. "She begged me for my first load tonight," continued Dom. "Always happy to oblige a lady."

"I'll send someone up with something for you," he chuckled, then turned and left.

As we undressed, the black guy stood, cock dripping with sticky goo. He stepped across to one of the men kneeling on the other side of the bed.

"Clean it, white boy," he ordered. The man raised his head and opened his mouth in silence, taking the slimy flaccid dick into his mouth and sucking on it. When he was finished, the black guy left and the politician crawled off the bed and took up position at the end of it. We all just kind of knelt there in silence, music humming downstairs, shivering in fear as to who would be 'chosen' next.

After a couple of minutes, two black men barrelled into room, giggling.

"Who wanted a drink?" said one of them. He sounded off his head. I raised my hand meekly and he stumbled over. He undid his fly and fished out his johnson. "Open up, fat boy, I need to bust a nut."

His cock was small but girthy - a short stubby morsel. It stretched my mouth wide as he fed it to me. I sucked it as best I could, trying not to scrape it with my teeth. He turned to Mike kneeling next to me.

"You! Lick my arse," he barked, spreading his legs so that Mike could crawl between them and bury his face between his bum cheeks. My cock was hard as a nail and it brushed against Mike's knees as he slurped away.

As he pumped my mouth I noticed the other guy was pissing into someone's mouth. He was swallowing fast trying to keep up. His cock was rigid between his legs. We all have our kinks, I guess.

My guy pulled away, grabbed his tool and pumped it with his fist, shooting his jizz over my face. I licked as much it off my lips as I could, savouring it's salty taste. My first load of the night.

Each of us got used throughout the evening. Some of it pleasurable, but often not. Mostly it was guys feeding our faces or arses. But at one point the plump black woman from the door wandered in and told me to lay on my back. When she couldn't get an erection from me, she sat on my face, her bulbous arse cheeks wrapped around my head. She ground her pussy onto my mouth and her anus pressed against my nose. Two of the others were instructed to suck her tits and the politician was ordered to suck my flaccid cock. I could hear her cackling as I felt the warmth of his mouth sucking my johnson. Bloody Hell, I didn't see this on the manifesto when I voted for him, I giggled, pushing my tongue into the woman's twat whilst simultaneously gasping for lung-fulls of air.

By the time the party had waned, I'd been fucked three times and had a belly full of fresh cum. We all looked a complete mess.

Dom told us we could go since he needed the room. As we dressed wearily, he ushered three naked woman in. I came face to face with Christine Raynes, the headteacher. I noticed she had surprisingly pert breasts, with thick stubby nipples that stood out like stalks.

"Oh!" she jumped and blushed, covering herself then quickly dropping her head as I walked past. As we trudged down the stairs I heard Dom behind me.

"Right, girls, who's sucking who?" he barked as he closed the door.