[The Slutress is a series of sexual encounters by Cynthia Haygood, the wife of Benjamin Haygood, a wealthy and influential political figure on the West Coast of the United States. All comments, questions, concerns and/or ideas may be sent to TrevrZach@aol.com]
Cythia Haygood pulled into the parking garage of the Downtown Hilton an hour and a half late. She knew Charles would not be happy. After reapplying some make-up and lipstick that was rubbed off by the officers dicks, she stepped out of the car and straightened her dress, still wrinkled from her recent fuck.
The clicking of her heels echoed as she walked. Damn Anthony for not fucking her, her mouth still watering thinking about the black cock hanging over her, dripping its precum onto her wanton body, only to be pulled into his pants and zipped up out of sight. How being teased drives one to want so much more.
Cynthia took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Voices on the other side grew quiet. Charles opend the door, "about time woman, get in here!" He moved to the side.
"I'm so sorry I am late sir, I was stopped for speeding," Cynthia bit her bottom lip and smiled sheepishly in an attempt to ease any frustration her late arrival caused.
"There is time to make up for your lateness," Charles assured her, "come meet my friends" said Charles as he grabbed Cynthia's arm, and walked her down the small hall that led to the main room.
The two black men giggling on the couch became quiet as Cynthia and Charles came in. The room was quite large and well furnished with the works. "Kneel at my side now," instructed Charles.
She stared at the two men as she slowly went to her knees, her pussy growing aroused at the knowledge of three black cocks waiting to take her The soft carpet grabbed at her knees. Charles grabbed a hand full of hair and forced her head backwards, so her chin would be raised and pointed upward.
She heard the two men move and soon saw them standing on either side of her. "This is Vonnie," from the left a cock slapped against Cynthia's face, surprised her face jumped toward the right where her lips met another dick. "and that would be Ernest" said Charles.
The two men began rubbing their cocks on Cynthia's face as Charles held her hair tightly. She could feel drops of precum leaving warm trails of liquid across her cheeks, her eyes, her lips. The smell of cock filled the air and Cynthia felt the deep desires awakening again.
"Nice to meet you Sir Ernest and Sir Vonnie" she whispered, almost to weak to talk normal due to the lust building within her. Moans escaped Her lips as her hands shot out and grabbed the growing flesh that teased her every desire. Both cocks slowly grew in her hands, expanding her fingers with each stroke.
Charles spoke, "Boys, this is one of the nastiest white girls you will ever have service your black cocks. Isn't that correct my pet?" He jerked on her hair to emphasize his point.
"Oh yes sirrrrrr, so correct. I do need black dick around me all the time, I'll do, say, or act in any way to have the honor of your cocks fucking and using me, Sirs." Cynthia could only imagine what her friends and family would say if they knew about her inner desires, the inner cravings for black men, the insatiable thirst she carries with her 24 hours a day.
"Stand up slut." Instructed Charles.
Cynthia did as she was told while continuing to hold onto the now two hard cocks. The smell of dick and men filled her senses, her knees weak with anticipation and need. Suddenly the three men surrounding her began pulling on her dress. One rip, two rips, a few more, and she was only left with heels.
