Helping Out
As time passed Jessica's experience at the club continued and widened. She couldn't pretend to love anal but now, with Sammi's help, it became another tool she used to please her lovers. Tyrone lost no time in testing her new-found skills and Jess soon found that what Sammi had told her was true. The men in their circle might prefer pussy but a percentage of Black men would always want to fuck a white slut in the ass at least once, just to prove that they could.
Her night with Sammi proved to be a one-off. Jessica quickly realised that the petite but pregnant blonde might be interested in a continuing relationship but certainly not an exclusive one. It was increasingly obvious that Sammi had much more in common with the Black men that shared their life than Jessica could ever have imagined.
Jess danced a second time in the cage at the Club. She began to notice the 'T' tattoo on several other women there. Jenny, for instance, had hers just above her ankle. These were Taylor's girls or had once been, members or veterans of the notorious 'Cock Pit.'
A week after her second dance Jessica was approached again about her challenges. This time it was Vikki, a chunky woman in her early 40s.
"Beautiful isn't she?" she said as she pointed over at the dancing cage. Jessica saw a slight woman a few years in her early thirties with long red hair.
"I haven't seen her here before, who is she?"
"She flew in yesterday from London. She's married and can only visit us but Taylor has made arrangements for her if she passes tonight."
"Passes?"
"You dance in the cage so the men can see that you are serious and decide if they are interested. I'll guarantee Isobel up there will have drawn a LOT of interest."
"Is that why I was asked to dance?"
"Isobel has just made a special arrangement, you're thinking of being one of Taylor's girls. They used to say a white woman had to be fat, ugly or desperate to go with Black men. Our members won't settle for that - they want the best. So you have to be approved by at least 80% of the men here each time you dance. Then we'll show you a little more of what we do. Well, do you want to see more?"
"Yes, if I passed the test."
"Here it's just about good looks so you didn't have a problem. You scored 98% and 99% - it'll be more difficult where you dance next. Anyway, your new challenge will be early next week; keep the evenings free I'll text you as soon as I know."
***
The call came on the Tuesday and Vikki picked Jessica up at home and drove her to the event. It was at what looked like a recent housing development, Despite being deep on the 'wrong side of the tracks' and only just off the usual grimy running-to-seed street, it seemed neat and well-maintained. "What's this place?" she asked.
"Home," said the blonde simply. "Hi Shaka," she said to the man who opened the door of a small detached house.
"Hey babe," rumbled the deep answer. Shaka was huge. 6'10" and built like the proverbial brick outhouse. Jessica noticed with interest his muscular arms, their dark skin covered in intricate tattoo designs. She saw his gaze move up and down her body and shivered a little in anticipation. "We just getting started if you use the first room."
The women were both dressed simply. Little Black dresses but perhaps showing a little more cleavage than the classic variety. "We need to look good but not TOO good," explained Vikki, "we're just helping tonight."
They moved into the room Shaka had indicated and found four Black men, all in the process of removing their clothes. Slight rhythmic sounds came from behind another door. It opened and Sammi emerged. "Good, you're here, it's about to get very busy!" She gestured to the four men and then went back inside.
"Just follow my lead," said Vikki. She took a seat and waved the first man over. "Remember, guys, we're just getting you ready for next door and once there you don't need to prove your stamina. We need you to fuck hard and fast and shoot lots of that magnificently potent black seed." The men seemed to like the idea and soon both Vikki and Jessica were sucking a big Black cock while stroking another.
Every few minutes the door would open and a man would emerge to collect his clothes. Then the guy with Vikki would go in through the door and the line of waiting men would move up. After a while Sammi came out of the room and Vikki went in. Sammi then briefly kissed Jess and handed her a glass of water before getting down to work.
At one point James emerged and filmed them with their group of waiting men. No phone this time as he used a small hand-held camera to record what was happening in the fluffing room before he returned next door.
It was a procession of big Black cocks and waiting men. Young bucks and old veterans, chiselled ebony gods and weighty black bulls, respectable middle-class men and ghetto thugs. It all came down to several inches of Black meat that needed to be hard and ready before the door next opened. It was finesse rather than frantic but Jessica's wrist and jaw still began to ache with her worship of the cocks.
Finally, after perhaps two hours, there was a pause. Sammi sent her last man through the door and then, with her mischievous smile, pointed at the trash can.
Jessica walked across and picked up the box in the can. An ovulation detection kit.
"They always film that first, " Sammi was enjoying Jessica's surprise. "This is what the members and sponsors all want to see so the room next door is wired for video and sound. Then James has the mobile camera to capture all the best angles."
"My God," whispered Jessica.
"Of course James has already took his turn - a perk of the job," giggled Sammi. "Poor Shaka's checking the men's cards at the door so he only gets to go last. We call it 'Open House'. A fertile white woman is here for three hours and any Black man with a Cock Pit card, a hard dick and balls full of seed can try to knock her up."
"Jesus," was all Jessica could say. This was crazy but...
"We don't play around here, Jess. Our members expect the best and they get the best. Isobel and her husband wanted to experience a black breeding gangbang and that's what we've arranged for her. Lots of black cock, lots of black seed and no faking. Of course three or four men a night over these five or six days would be more likely to get her pregnant but this way just seems more nasty."
It was crazy but what was really crazy was...
"You take over from Vikki next. Remember to get the men as close as possible. Izzy doesn't need a good fuck by now she just needs another load of seed to make sure she doesn't get out of here without a black man's baby growing in her." Sammi glanced at her own swollen belly before a new man arrived for her attention.
...what was really crazy was that Jessica could only think of what was happening behind that door and the undeniable fact that her body was reacting to it. She knew that she was aroused, no she was fucking horny and her pussy was wet and needed cock...
Taking over from Vikki didn't help. She walked into the room to see Isobel almost hidden under the bulk of a black man vigorously fucking her missionary-style. Pale arms held his body and her legs twined around his. There was an almost overpowering smell of sex in the room. Heat, sweat, hormones, whatever it was it was unmistakeable. The man heaved forward and grunted.
He got up and now Jessica could see Isobel properly. Her eyes were wide-open, almost staring. She was panting and gasping for breath, strands of long red hair plastered across her face by sweat. James moved in to film her. Her pussy was tonight most definitely a cunt. The lips looked red and swollen and gaped to show the well-used hole. The residue of many loads of semen were on her thighs and had soaked into the mattress under her.
