Lisa Ch 4 Public 10 Man Gangbang

As I left the kitchen I heard my cell phone ringing. The sound elicited a myriad of emotions all at the same time. Heading towards the living room where I had left the phone on the coffee table my mind was terribly conflicted.

To tell the truth I was apprehensive and worried that it might be the black man that I had recently met. He had coerced me into uncontrolled sex with him and others over the past few weeks and I was truly concerned that he was calling to force me to participate in even more humiliating sex acts as he and his friends used me. If the truth be known I was also worried that it might not be him.

In the few moments that it actually took me to reach my phone my mind involuntarily reviewed everything that had happened.

I first met him at a coworker's party. The alcohol was plentiful and the all female partygoers had gotten to the somewhat rowdy stage. I wasn't feeling too much pain myself I must admit.

That was when the black stripper appeared. At first I didn't think too much about it but when he began removing his clothes my interest picked up. I had been inquisitive about what it would be like to experience sex with a black man but my strict upbringing made that possibility a definite no no but since I was here what could be the harm in just looking?

Then his clothes came off and I got a look at my first black penis. I'm no prude so I had heard the stories about the sexual prowess of the black man and how all of their cocks were huge. Well I only had my husband for reference and I had to admit that this guy's cock was impressive.

I couldn't help watching as he pranced around the room offering his dick to several of the women. I was shocked and envious when two of them actually took hold of that rod and stroked it. When one woman slowly knelt in front of him and took him into her mouth I was shocked and consumed with envy at the same time. I realized that I wanted to feel that shaft between my lips in the worst way.

Sex was great between my husband and me but I cannot say that I was ever overcome by a need to suck his dick. What made this man so different? I was forced to admit that it was the dusky color of his skin. I could not help but wonder how it would look compared to my pale white skin. How would my blonde hair look spread across his groin as I sucked that cock deep into my mouth?

My own thoughts shocked me and when he approached me years of parochial training deserted me. He stood before me and placed his hands on my shoulders. With just the weight of his hands resting there I slowly dropped to my knees. I thought of my husband and knew that what I was fixing to do was wrong on a number of levels but I felt compelled to suck that dick.

Once I was on my knees I just remained there looking down. Then I felt him place his fingers under my chin and apply the slightest pressure urging me to look up at him. My eyes met his and he moved forward slightly. When he did I felt the head of his dick rub gently on my lips. He swung his hips from side to side causing the most scintillating feeling as his dick moved back and forth and I felt the pre cum oozing from him spread across my lips.

As I stared into his eyes he nodded his head slightly. I took that as encouragement to do what I wanted to do so much so I parted my lips slightly and felt additional pressure. Slowly I parted my lips even more and felt the whole head slip into the warm softness of my mouth. As he pushed forward I accepted more and more until it seemed that I would be unable to take any more.

Then something happened that never happened before. He pushed harder and I realized that I would not be happy until I had engulfed the whole thing. I swallowed and the head reached the back of my throat and then his cock pushed passed the last obstruction and slid down my throat until his curly haired groin was pressed hard against my face.

It was hard to breathe like that but I was able to catch a quick breath as he pulled his cock out. Then I felt his hands on either side of my head to steady me as he drove his cock all the way down my throat for the second time. I caught a breath every chance I had as he continued to fuck my mouth like a pussy.

I was unaware of anything around me. The world had been reduced to the two of us and my desire to satisfy this black man that I did not even know. At first I thought that he would shoot his cum down my throat but I was wrong. At the last moment he removed his cock and aimed his cum so that it would land in great white globs all over my face.

When he was done I slowly became aware of the cell phones all around me. It seemed like every one of my coworkers had managed to record my wanton humiliation. I had allowed myself to be used by a black man in front of almost everyone that I knew.

Suddenly I was embarrassed and rose trying to remember where the bathroom was. As I rushed off I remember the applause from my coworkers who had clearly enjoyed the show.

Fortunately my husband was out of town for a few days so I did not have to worry about explaining the stains made by cum that had been splattered on my blouse.

When I gave the situation some thought the next day I found that I had mixed emotions. I was absolutely appalled at what I had done despite the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed acting like a complete slut and with a black man I did not even know at that. Well, I thought. It's over and done. Even though I had to admit to myself that I still wondered what it would be like to be fucked by a black man. But it was time to get on with my life. I'd had my wild fling.

When my cell phone rang the next day I was totally surprised to hear a strange male voice say "Hi Lisa." There was a pregnant pause as I tried to place the voice with little success. "We never spoke the other day but my dick certainly remembers the tightness of your throat as I fucked your face."

Shocked by the vulgarity of the statement I stammered "Wha . . . What did you say?"

"Surely you remember taking my whole cock down your throat yesterday as you looked into my eyes. I know I'll never forget those blue eyes looking at me as my cock slid between your soft pink lips. The sight of my black dick disappearing between your lips is something that I will not forget. Now I want to finish the job."

"I'm not sure what you mean by finish the job."

He went on to tell me that he knew my husband was out of town and that he expected to meet me in the dining room of a local hotel the next day. Needless to say I followed his instructions and met him. He instructed me to expose myself in both the dining room and the hotel lobby that day and like some sort of automaton I did what he told me to. Once he had me in the room and totally exposed he allowed four more black men into the room and I was ordered to suck them and then fuck them all.

That was the day that I discovered how much I enjoyed being submissive.

As I reached for my ringing cell phone thoughts of the last time that we had met tumbled through my mind.

That day I had followed his instructions and met him once again at a local hotel room. He had ordered me to have sex with a married black couple who liked white women. I had experienced several firsts that day. I experienced the taste of a female for the first time as I lay on my back on top of her husband with his dick buried in my willing pussy. She had straddled my face and I had lapped at her sex like a dog in heat.

Suddenly it felt like there was another cock between my legs. I immediately thought Trey was going to fuck my virgin ass hole but, to my surprise, he inserted his black cock alongside the first one in my pussy and I found myself with two dicks pounding between my pussy lips and deep inside me. It had felt like something large and alive was inside me.

Not only had I succumbed to my sexual inquisitiveness but I knew that he now had photos and even cell phone video of me being used by a number of different black men because he had threatened to show my husband his collection if I ever failed to comply with his wishes.

All of these thoughts had traveled through my mind as I walked from the kitchen. As I reached for the phone I recognized the phone number. It was him. My hand was shaking and my mind was racing as I answered.

"Hello!"

The all too familiar voice answered "Hi Lisa. Have you missed me?"

"Trey I've told you that I cannot keep meeting you. My husband will find out or someone that I know will see me. It was fun I'll admit but this has to stop. I want you to stop calling me."

"Oh sweet Lisa do you feel better now that you have that off your chest? We've had this little discussion before and I've told you that I will stop calling you when I'm through with you. I do so love how you protest and bluff but the look on your face when there is a black cock in you tells another story. You love being used. Your upbringing rebels but the inner slut in you is consumed by the need to do outrageous things. You're even turned on at the possibility of being discovered. Of having one of your friends or your husband's friends seeing the photos that I have."

"No! No one can ever see those pictures."

"Plenty of people are going to see your pictures when I finish my web page. I plan to sell them to others who like to see lovely blonde housewives like you who enjoy being used by blacks. But that won't happen for a while yet. I'm going to need to work with you quite a bit more and get a better selection of photos and even some video. We'll work on it. In fact I've got plans for us this afternoon. I'll be by your house around twelve to pick you up."

I was so startled by the thought of him coming to my home where I could be seen by my neighbors as I got into a car with a black man that I forgot to think of what he had said about photos and video on a web page. "You can't come here. What if my nosey neighbors see me getting into a car with a black man? Are you crazy?"

The laughter was evident in his voice. "See you at twelve Lisa! Be ready. Oh you don't need to wear anything special. We're going clothes shopping."

I stumbled through the rest of the morning trying to make sure that I completed my household chores before noon. The whole time my mind was a churning. I wasn't sure which was worse, my fear of being seen or the anticipation of another afternoon of degradation and humiliation. Why was I like this? Why was I doing this? Why did I enjoy this?

As soon as he pulled up I was out the door wanting to get away from my home as quickly as possible. It seemed like it took forever for him to finally pull away. Hopefully no one had seen us.

He glanced over at me as we drove away. "Lisa you look lovelier every time I see you. I can hardly wait to get you into some clothes that are more appropriate for a slut such as you."

"What do you mean slut clothes? Where are we going?"

"A couple friends of mine run a used clothing store that caters to the local community. I think we'll be able to find what I'm looking for there."

"Used clothes" I exclaimed.

"You'll like it. Some very special ladies trade their clothes there."

A few minutes later we ended up at a store in a rather run down area of town. As we got out of the car I noticed that there were a number of people standing around with nothing to do.

Trey opened the door and we entered the store. There were several men and women browsing the racks of clothing. Most of them looked up and went back to what they were doing. One lady, I guess she worked there yelled out "Trey! It's been a while man. What's happening?"

"Hey Yolanda! I want you to meet my friend Lisa. We're looking for a special outfit for her today. She's got some work to do for me."

"Trey this pretty lady is clearly not that kind of girl. Let's have the whole story."

"You're right. This isn't her normal gig but she really enjoys acting out and doing outrageous things to keep me happy. Isn't that right Lisa?"

"Um yeah, I guess" I mumbled distractedly. I was still sizing up the store and trying to figure out exactly what Trey had in mind. I was about to find out.

Yolanda asked Trey what he was looking for. I wasn't even paying any attention as he told her what he wanted so when he turned and asked "What bra size do you wear Lisa?" I automatically answered "36B".

We stood there for a few minutes and then Yolanda returned. Over her arm she had a plain white bra and a gauzy see through blouse. She handed the clothing to Trey and he turned to me. "Try them on."

The bra looked a little small to me so I took a look at the tag on it. Just as I suspected it was only a 34A. "Trey this bra is too small. I said that I wore a 36B."

"And I said "Try them on."

Shaking my head I looked around for a dressing room. When I didn't see one I turned to Yolanda and asked where the dressing room was.

"We don't have one honey."

I turned towards Trey to say something and was stopped by the look on his face. "I said try them on and I mean right here and right now."

I looked around and it seemed that all of the customers, especially the male customers, had noticed the commotion and were looking our way to see what was going on. He really can't expect me to undress right here in front of all of these people I thought. A shiver ran up my spine when it finally dawned on me that exposing myself while I changed clothes was exactly what Trey wanted.

As I slowly began to unbutton my blouse the men and even a few of the women customers moved closer to get a better view. To make matters worse, the ubiquitous cell phones appeared as I continued to slowly unbutton my blouse.

My hand shook as I undid the last button and pulled the blouse out of my skirt and slipped it from my shoulders. It was humiliating to be forced to do this. My cheeks must have been fire engine red with the embarrassment but I continued to remove my blouse and laid it on the counter.

I reached for the sheer blouse that Yolanda had brought me and Trey said "Don't forget the bra."

"But Trey it's too small. It will squash my tits and besides there isn't any place private to change in. Everyone will see me."

Trey just smiled at me and said "Take off the bra."

Out of options I slowly reached behind my back and undid the bra clasp. As the bra fell forward I squeezed my arms tightly to my side to keep from exposing my breasts. I knew that my nipples were already hard. Finally, with one last look at Trey's stern countenance I took the bra completely off exposing my breasts to five or six leering men and a couple of women. It seemed that they all were enjoying my degradation.

With my breasts completely exposed my only thought was to get the new bra on as quickly as possible. It was a struggle but I finally got it on and fastened. As I turned to get the blouse Trey simply said "Wait!"

When I turned to him he asked Yolanda "What do you think? I'm thinking that a 34B might work better. Lisa I want you to give Yolanda that bra so she can exchange it for the 34B."

Resigned to what was coming I stood there bare breasted as Yolanda strode off to find another bra with a huge smile on her face.

It seemed like I was standing there for five of ten minutes before Yolanda returned with another plain white bra.

As she started to hand it to me Trey reached out and took it. He asked Yolanda "Do you have a pair of scissors?"

Yolanda reached behind the counter and produced a pair of scissors which Trey used to neatly remove the tip of the bra cup creating an opening where my nipples would be. When he was finished he handed me the bra. "Let's see how that looks."

Once again I struggled to fasten the bra but I finally succeeded. When I was done my breasts were once again crushed but this time my nipples poked through the holes in the front of the bra.

As I stood before Trey he looked me over. It was clear that he did not like what he saw. He reached forward and placed his left hand on my shoulder to steady me and then pinched my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled on my nipple. He squeezed hard enough to elicit a yelp as my nipple was forcefully pulled through the hole. When he released it my nipple stood out at least an inch from the front of the bra. Satisfied with the result he did the same to the other nipple.

"Turn around so your audience can appreciate all this hard work."

Blushing with humiliation but so turned on that my panties were wet I did as I was told making sure that every person had a good look at me.

"You can put the blouse on now" Trey said.

Happy to have even the minimal coverage that the gauzy see through blouse offered I quickly put it on and buttoned it. Looking down at myself it was clear that my pink nipples stood out against the white bra and that, instead of coverage the result was even more provocative than it had been without the blouse.

Trey took my hand and led me over to a little settee that stood about eighteen inches high. He held my hand to help steady as he told me to step up on the settee. Once I was on the settee I found that it was pretty stable with little chance that I would fall. I was also raised above the counters and racks so that everyone in the store could see me clearly. It was obvious that the number of customers had grown also.

As I stood there wondering what was next Trey told Yolanda to go get the skirt that he wanted me to wear. Now I knew what was coming next and a shiver of anticipation ran up my spine.

"Take off your pants Lisa" Trey said.

"Trey I . . . . "

"I said take off the pants and while you're at it take off your panties also."

Exposing my tits had been one thing but standing there on this settee without any pants or underwear was more than I had been expecting. Trey knew that I wanted to do it. He knew that I was submissive in nature and liked being dominated. He also knew that it was a turn on for me to be naked and exposed. I knew that also but knowing it did not make doing it any easier. And there were all those cell phones out there ready to record everything.

Knowing what I now had to do I slowly reached behind my back and unzipped the pants letting them fall immediately to my ankles. I was a little more reluctant about the panties but I finally pulled them down over my hips and ass and let them join the slacks at my ankles. Then I stepped out of them and stood there with my pussy exposed.

When I was done Trey walked in front of me. "Spread your legs a little for me slut. I want everyone to be able to see your pussy. Lisa, are you wet there between your legs?"

Oh I was wet all right but I didn't answer. That was my mistake. Maybe if I had answered Trey would have let things go but my silence gave him an opening and he would make me pay.

Pointing to a tall disheveled man standing on the other side of a rack Trey asked "Do you think she's wet?"

"I don't know mister" he replied.

"I want you to come over here and check it out. Let me know what you think."

The stranger came over and closely peered between my legs. I don't think I have ever been humiliated more in my life as I was standing there with my legs spread and a stranger closely examining my pussy.

"I can't rightly tell mister."

"I'll tell you what. Why don't you use your hand to check and see if she's wet? Be sure to stick your finger into her real deep to make sure."

Well I guess it was a little premature to say that having a stranger examine my pussy was the most humiliating thing that ever happened to me. I felt his had move between my legs as his finger probed my pussy lips looking for the opening to my honey hole. I stiffened as I felt his finger sink into me to the hilt. His thumb was rubbing on my clit. If he kept this up much longer he was going to find out just how wet I could get.

Finally I felt him remove his finger. Involuntarily I hunched forward to prolong the sensation as long as I possibly could. I must really be a slut when I was so turned on being fingered by a stranger in front of a store full of other strangers. It was even exciting knowing that the whole thing was being recorded on a number of cell phones. What was becoming of me?