Jeanne looked around the room triumphantly. She had outlasted all of them.
All the furniture in Ty's apartment had naked black men sleeping or practically comatose.
She had worn them all out.
She'd been nervous when she first arrived at Ty's door, knowing what he was planning for the night. Looking back on that moment, just a few hours ago, she wasn't sure why. Anything she'd been worried might happen had certainly been done to her. She'd been used, abused and humiliated over and over again, in any way she might have imagined. And she'd loved it.
Sure, she was exhausted and sore--and she probably would be for days, but getting treated that way by all these black men had been such a turn on. Even now, as she looked around the room and saw guys sleeping with big black cocks, now soft, but still plump, dangling between their legs, she felt desire build up inside her. She'd already taken every cock in this room in every hole she had--many of them more than once--many of them at the same time. She'd been slapped, choked and had her hair pulled. She'd been mocked and insulted.
At one point, she'd been kneeling, with a group of guys in a semicircle in front of her, taking load after load on her face and in her mouth, when one guy, Darnell, stepped forward, his cock in his hand. With his other hand, he waved at the others in a 'get back' gesture.
"Look out," he said. "I'm gonna piss on her."
"No you're not," said a loud voice from across the room. "Show some respect."
It was Ty. He crossed the room and stood in front of Darnell.
"This is my apartment," Ty continued. "You think I want to have to clean that shit out of my carpets? Take it into the bathroom if you're gonna do that."
Jeanne felt a burning heat in her face. Several times a week, in her office at the sperm bank, she'd been teasing and caressing Ty into orgasm. She'd agreed to come to his party tonight to be, as she'd told him the day before, his "little white fuck doll to pass around." And for a brief moment, she'd thought he was coming to her defense. Nope. He was more concerned about his carpet than me.
She pulled herself to her feet, staring at Ty with hurt, angry eyes. She reached out and took Darnell's cock in her hand.
"Cmon," she said, and led him by the cock to the shower. There, she knelt in front of him and closed her eyes.
She was hit with the smell almost as quickly as the hot liquid. He doused her eyes and air, then moved down to her nose and cheeks.
"Open your mouth," he said. She complied, but she didn't swallow, instead letting it dribble out, still recoiling a bit from the taste. When he was finished, he stepped out, and she turned on the water to rinse off. Afterward, she turned off the water and pulled back the curtain to see two more guys standing and waiting to do the same thing.
She'd endured all of that and more, and now she was the last one standing.