Dorie was a bit of a looker, and she knew it. She was always the ringleader, always in charge. Even in her marriage she ran things.
Her cuckold husband did nothing to stop her, not if he wanted sex with her, and he did.
Dorie knew he hated her smoking and she rarely did it, except when she wanted to prove to him who was the boss. So, it usually only happened when he was going down on her, always asking him if he minded, yet never waiting for an answer, instead blowing smoke rings down towards her head as he tried desperately to please her, to earn a thank you. It was rare that she told him that he satisfied her.
Dorie also like to party with her girlfriends and although she never told her husband she fucked other men, he knew. The signs were always there. She loved to fuck, as long as it was her terms.
Dorie also liked to make sure that the men let her lead, she loved to be in charge, and she loved the challenge of taking strong men and making them her puppets.
One day, Dorie was out with her girlfriends clubbing when she spotted this big strong black man dancing with a beautiful tall red headed woman. As usual, Dorie loved a challenge and although she had never been with a man of a different race before, she had certainly thought about it. She left the girls at the table with the pretence of having to go to the ladies room and she walked by the dancing couple. He was very well built, muscular, and the size of his hands was huge. Hell, his fingers were larger than most cocks she had sucked and fucked and she could only imagine what the real thing would look like. She had to have him.
On her way back, the man reached out and grabbed her, looking straight into her eyes and asked her if she appreciated what she had been staring at. Dorie pulled away and told him she had no idea what he was talking about. The man pulled her back and said, that she sure did, and that there was no sense playing games, and that yes, he was that good and that well equipped, and with a smirk, let her go.
Dorie was shaken up as she went back to the table and one of the girls asked her what was wrong. Dorie told her nothing, she would not lose face in front of these stupid women that followed her, her gang so to speak.
Dorie kept staring over at him and now both the man and the woman would look directly at her, almost daring her to come over. Dorie ordered a margarita, downing it quickly, then another. No fucking way anyone was going to intimidate her. Soon the drinks warmed her tummy and gave her the liquid courage she needed to let him know who was boss around here. Dorie stood up, and as she did the alcohol hit her a little harder. She almost fell over but with a cheeky smile, she sauntered towards her mystery man.
Once there Dorie stood with her hands on her hips, wanting to say something cute, something that would let everyone know she was in charge, but for once, nothing came out.
He pushed his red headed beauty away and, without a word, pulled Dorie into him. She dwarfed in comparison to him and he literally engulfed her being into his. He reached down and grabbed her small ass and pulled it in tight. She tried to resist, tried to push his hands away, but his arms held her too tight against her petite body. He was tall enough that she could feel his hardness against her tummy and what started off as a cock soon felt like a fucking log.
He leaned her back and stuck a long thick tongue into her mouth, exploring her, forcing its way around, not caring what she thought. Dorie tried to look around, to see what her friends were doing but she was trapped in the clutches of this man, this sexual being.
He forced her legs open with his, and slowly pulled her up one of them. She was half straddling, half riding it. She finally could look over and her posse was sitting there open mouthed, not moving, in a trance. It did not take long for Dories willpower to resist wane away.
The heat of his body as he orally fucked her mouth with his tongue was too much for her, and soon she was writhing against him. He slowly worked her over to his U shaped booth, where he pushed her back into it and with his red headed partner taking up the other side, she was now literally trapped in it, and not that she cared.
Both of these strangers got closer and closer to her. The large black man spoke first, telling her that his name was Patrick, and he introduced his companion as Erica.
Then he asked her for her name and she stammered Dorie nervously. Patrick took Dorie's hand and placed it on the bulge on his pants and proceeded to kiss her again. Dorie could only gasp as she felt it grow in her fingers. She pulled away and seriously asked if that was really him? He chuckled and said, honey that is only half of me so far, wait until it finishes growing. Dorie grew flushed at the thought.
Right about then, Erica pulled Dorie's head around and tried to kiss the blonde woman, to which she tried to pull away and said sorry, I am not into women. Before Dorie could turn back, Patrick grabbed her by the hair and leaned into her ear saying that was not nice, I think you better apologize and give my lady friend the kiss she wanted before you regret it.
Shaking, Dorie allowed the woman to kiss her, and much to her surprise, she actually responded to the difference, a softer gentler kiss.
Patrick pulled her away, and asked Dorie if her husband was expecting her home soon, and Dorie asked what made him think she was married? You are wearing a ring, and all your friends are too, so I am guessing it is hen's night out. Dorie nodded and explained that she went out and stayed out and her husband was just happy that she was still married to her. He laughed and said a cuckold I presume? Dorie replied, that he was definitely submissive when it came to controlling her, and she even went on to humiliate him by telling him about the oral sex and cigarette example, as if trying to prove her dominance. Patrick just listened intently, not showing any sign of emotion.
When she was finished talking, she noticed Patrick had undone his pants and with Erica pushing and Patrick pulling, Dorie's long blonde hair was soon hanging over his crotch. Dorie tried to lift back up, but to no avail. She slowly took her small hands and pulled his semi flaccid prick from his pants. His cock soft was bigger than any hard cock she had ever come across before. She lifted it upwards and as she did, her head was pushed downwards. Her tongue snaked out and licked the tip, tasting his pre-cum for the first time. Erica pulled back her hair so anyone that walked by, would be able to see her sucking this massive cock. Her lips slowly descended over his dark meat, stretching her cheeks.
Her friends watching finally got the courage to walk over, to which Patrick held her head in place and politely told them, that Dorie would be going home with him to night, but if they were all good girls, next time, they would also be allowed to play, but for now, they should party at a different location without her. When they started to protest, he lifted her head and started to get up with a look that meant business. Dorie quickly told them she would be alright and that they should just listen. Begrudgingly they went back to their table, gathered their belongings and with one final look back to see Dorie sucking his cock, they left. As Dorie continued to feast on the large purple headed monster, Erica leaned over behind her and ran her hands under her top, undoing her bra and allowing her smallish tits to be free. Somehow, Erica managed to get the bra completely off her and left it lying on the bench seat of the booth. Patrick's hand was now on Dories head guiding her up and down, slowly trying to make Dorie take even more of his meat into her small mouth.
The Red headed woman's hands now kneading her breasts, pinching her nipples, twisting them, making Dorie even wetter than before, sending her cunt gushing in her panties.
As Dorie moaned around his cock, Erica too one hand and reached under Dorie's skirt, and with a smirk, told Patrick the slut was dripping wet and ready for any game we have for her.
