Wife's First Black Cock
Chapter Three
After he left, one of the other guys got out his phone and then my phone started to beep. I figured it was my husband, but when I looked at it, I realized it wasn't him. Instead, it was the guy with his phone who was forwarding videos of me getting fucked by them. When I looked at it, you could tell that I was fucking back and cumming on their cocks.
Someone knock on the door again and the guys only opened it part way, so I couldn't see who was there, but I heard a lady say, "Here you go. I hope I got it right."
The door shut and I noticed my dress was in his hand, "We sent it out to get it cleaned for you!" As he handed it to me, he told me, "Go get dressed because we are going to go back down to gamble."
I went into the bathroom to do my makeup and hair, then one of the other guys came in with me and told me, "Use the bright red lipstick and put your hair into two ponytails. We want you to look like a younger slut," he said with a chuckle.
Then I heard the door again and I asked, "What the fuck is going on?" A few minutes later, another of the other guys came into the bathroom with a box in his hand. I looked at it and saw that it read, "Your choice, after pill." The box was open and he had the pill in his hand as he said, "Here! With as much black cock as you have taken, you better take this now!"
I grabbed it quickly and took the pill, feeling a bit safer now. He added "I'm glad you took that, because with as much cock as you've taken, you could surely be knocked up and we wouldn't know who the daddy is!"
I said to him, "I think that when then baby was born, we would know whose it wasn't!"
"Get dressed! You can put on the stockings, but no panties or bra!" I guess that didn't surprise me, so I slipped on the stockings and garter belt, and then put the dress on. I could smell from where it got cleaned, but as I pulled it on, I realized it was shorter and the line a bit lower, so that my boobs were almost falling out, and I don't know if my ass was showing.
"Did it shrink?" I asked him. He reached out, played with my boobs, and smacked my ass, as he said, "She did a good job with it."
As I looked at the dress, I noticed the stitches where she raised the hem line. "This is too short and shows too much!" I screamed at him.
"Yes, we know, that's why we had her do it. We want everyone down there to know you're our slut. Why not? Hell, they don't even know you," he said with a wicked grin on his face.
He led me out of the bedroom and the other guys showed their approval of the dress, as they said, "Let's go gamble." As we started out, each one stopped, reached over, ran their hand up under the dress, and rubbed my pussy, "That's for our good luck."
As we headed down, they kept reaching out, rubbing my ass or boobs. As we walked, I noticed people looking at us and realized they could see this going on. 'Boy, I'm glad they don't know me!' I thought as we walked.
We all sat down at one of the dealers and there were ten people at the table, but they were all guys. They ordered drinks and we started to play. After a bit, I heard someone step up behind us and ask, "Where the hell have you guys been?"
I turned to see a very dark, black male who stood seven-foot tall, as he continued, "I've been calling you guys."
"Sorry, Bud, but we shut off our phones because we found a new friend to spend the night with."
He looked down at me and I think he was looking down at my dress, "Well, if you guys spent the night with her, I will forgive you for that, but why not let me know?"
"We know you and didn't want to scare her," one of the guys answered, and then added, "but we will make it up to you."
He reached out and pulled on my ponytails, and looking at me he said, "You better!" He ended up joining us at the table and played and drank with us. It seemed like most of the time, someone's hand was up under my dress or resting on my boobs. My nipples kept peeking out and I had to keep tucking them back in.
I was winning again and they kept playing with me, telling me it was just good luck. After a couple hours of this I felt tipsy but also horny from all the playing. The others at the table had to know what was going on but no one complained, in fact, I think they threw in some hands so I would win and stay playing.
Then, one said, "I think we need to go find some food before we all pass out," so we all gathered up our chips to cash out. I was walking a bit wobble now, but I had lots of chips to carry too.