Jeanne saw a familiar face with the door in front of her opened. Ty greeted her with a grin. "You came!" he said and wrapped her in his arms for a hug. She pressed against him, feeling his solid body as the black man engulfed her tiny white body in an embrace.
"Of course," she replied with a grin.
He took her by the hand and led her into the room. She stopped suddenly as she saw the group in front of her.
She looked up at Ty, who had a guilty expression on his face.
"Since our girlfriends didn't come this time, some of the guys invited a few extra people," he said.
She counted. In addition to Ty, there were eight other guys seated in the various chairs and couches around the living room. All of them were black, and all were staring at her, hungry looks in their eyes.
Nine guys, she thought. She did some quick math in her head. That's about seven feet of black cock.
She felt a shudder of excitement, mixed with dread, run through her body. Then she thought about it some more. Pussy, ass and mouth, she thought. Each of them are going to want a shot at all three. That's 27 loads, and ... she did some quick calculating ... I'll be taking more than 20 feet of black dick tonight.
And that was assuming no one came back for seconds.
She let go of Ty's hand and stepped forward. Making eye contact with each guy as she walked into the room.
They'll all want seconds, she thought.
Wearing a sly smile, she said "Gentlemen" and sat down in the middle of the group.
***
Since Jamison and Marcus had each visited her at her job, as nurse for the local sperm bank, and turned her on to the joys of black cock, Jeanne had quickly become something of an expert. In addition to spending most of her free time satisfying both men at home, she'd also had a steady stream of new donors, who wanted to take advantage of the full service treatment she offered in collecting their donations. She spent a good portion of each day caressing and pulling on black cocks, teasing them to orgasm. They still drove her wild, even after seeing so many of them. She was fascinated by their size and noticed all the differences--this one was thicker, while that one was longer. Different smells, textures. Some were circumcised, while others weren't.
Ty had been one of her regular customers. He was one of Jamison's friends and had been present when Jamison took her to watch pay per view fights with some buddies and their girlfriends. Jeanne had been treated coldly by the other girlfriends, who considered her nothing more than a white slut who shouldn't be messing with black guys. She ended up giving Jamison sexual favors right there in front of everyone, while the girls stared with fiery hatred and their men watched with barely concealed lust.
A few days later, Ty paid his first visit to her job. She made sure to ask him about his girlfriend each time he showed up to donate, making sure he had an image of the girl who had given her such a hard time clearly in his mind while she worked on him with her soft, white hands and willing mouth, looking up at him adoringly and he came explosively.
On his most recent visit, Jeanne dropped to her knees and began unbuttoning his jeans. As she pulled him free of his boxers, he stammered out an invitation.
"So ..." he said. "If you're not doing anything tonight, we're all getting together to watch some fights again."
With one hand cupping his balls, she looked up at him. A frown crossed her face. "I don't know," she said. "I don't think I'd be welcome."
"Oh no," he quickly answered. "The girlfriends are staying at home. This is just a guy's night."
"A guy's night," she said.
Ty nodded.
"But you want me there?"
Ty looked stuck for an answer. He looked away, embarrassed.
She squeezed his balls while sliding the other hand slowly up his stiffening cock.
"So, you all want me there, instead of your girlfriends?" she asked.
"Well ..." he said, still not sure how to answer.
She slid her hand back down his shaft. "Why do you think I'd be better to have around?"
He didn't answer, and she leaned in close, until he felt her breath, hot on the tip of his cock. It hovered a fraction of an inch from her lips.
"Am I going to be the little white sex doll you all pass around?" she asked, and it was too much for him. He always seemed overly excited to be with her and had trouble lasting long. His cock began spurting wildly, sending jets of cum across her lips and cheeks.
She had a sample cup ready to go, and he filled it easily. She then dropped her open mouth down on his cock to swallow down the rest. When he was finished, she said simply, "I'll see if I can make it," and left the room to clean up.
***
She sat on one of the chairs facing the TV, nine black guys surrounding her. On the screen, the announcers were still previewing the fights to come. Jeanne felt her heart pounding in her chest.
You can still just get up and leave. She thought. She'd be nervous--in addition to wildly excited--when she thought it was just going to be five guys. She was fairly certain she could stay in control of the situation with five, although it would have been a lot. Nine guys just seemed like far too many. Things would get out of control eventually. They would wear her out.
That scared her, but it also made her feel tingly inside at the prospect. All those men. She thought. All those black men, and their black cocks. Going into little me.
She thought of all the terms for what would be happening if she stayed. Running a train. Gangbang. "Am I going to be the little white sex doll you all pass around?"
"So, who's fighting tonight?" she asked.
She saw disappointment flash across a few of the guys' faces, but they answered her and discussed the MMA card they were about to watch.
The fighters for the first bout stepped into the cage. She was happy to see it was a white guy against a black guy. As the ring announcer began introductions, she put an innocent look on her face and asked the room, "Are we going to bet on this fight?"
"Who do you pick?" asked one of the guys.
"Well, I guess I should pick the white boy," she said.
