After being chained naked to the breeding bench for about half an hour, the black women returned, removed the pillow from under my hips and freed my ankles.
My husband Ed took me back to the table where we had been siting, and got us more drinks.
It appeared as if I was the opening act. As we sat and I rested, we watched other white women chained to the breeding benches just as I had been. Multiple black men took turns fucking the helpless white women. I have to say sitting there naked, with the sperm from two black men leaking out of me, the scene was incredibly erotic.
By that time, all the white women were naked. The musky smell of sex that permeated the place was even stronger.
I noticed that my clothes were nowhere in sight. Ed told me that someone had taken them. I guessed that they didn't want me to leave early and wanted me to be naked as long as I was there.
There were so many other naked white women around, I fit right in.
Before long another young man strode over to our table. "I'm Jason," he proclaimed as he sat down not waiting for an invitation.
Jason was a young man standing about 6'3" and 210 pounds, very dark with short hair. I could see by the way his muscles rippled under his shirt that he had a great build.
As with the black men before, he pretty much ignored Ed.
"I'm Mary," I simply responded. It didn't seam right to offer to shake his hand. I wasn't sure just what to do, perhaps spread my legs for him? I was pretty sure he intended fucking me.
He sat down next to me. As we exchanged pleasantries, he just picked up my purse, and began going through my billfold.
"Who's this?" he queried holding up a picture.
He found a photo of my younger daughter in a bikini.
"That's my daughter Kathy," I responded. "She's 16," I added.
"Nice," he replied. "She into black men too?"
"No," I answered. "She's too young. She's still a virgin."
As soon as I said that I saw a lecherous glint in his eyes.
"You'll have to introduce us."
Putting my billfold down he said, "Let's dance." It was more of an order than anything else.
I eagerly allowed myself to be led to the dance floor by the tall black stranger.
We proceeded to dance close, erotically, bodies touching, me white and naked, him black and clothed. All the while I felt other black men's sperm running down my legs. I knew this would be a night to remember.
Before long Jason pulls me tight against him. I look up, our lips meet, and we begin a long lingering kiss. I feel his tongue pressing against my lips. Instinctively they part allowing full access to my mouth. My tongue responds, searching his. We're locked in a tight embrace, gyrating to the beat of the music.
I can feel a growing hardness at his crotch.
He breaks off our kiss and looks down at me.
"You're horny for more fucking."
It was a statement and didn't require an answer.
He lead me upstairs to a bed room and closed the door.
