The husbands of Liza and Alina arrived in an old car they’d flagged down on the road. The driver turned out to be Nastya’s neighbor from the next plot, an older but quite attractive man with Eastern features. The women only saw him through the SUV’s tinted windshield, so all they had to go on was Nastya’s description.

A hard rain had started. The guys reeked of sweat, marsh scum, and fish, but when their wives suggested a shower, the men waved it off, convinced that smell counted as “manly,” lending them some kind of adventurous charm. In reality, neither Alina nor Liza could appreciate the swampy fragrance. Ira headed upstairs to the younger sister who, as she said with a smile, felt “a little” strange. Liza, Nastya, and Alina exchanged knowing looks — though none of them could really imagine what a woman’s body feels after an orgasm like that. Alina never had, and Liza hadn’t either. Nastya… well, she had a lot more experience than her married friends, and maybe she’d had similarly explosive moments in her sex life.

Luckily for the ladies, the guys were in such a state they didn’t notice the SUV tracks leading to the garage. They had no idea the Africans were there, and the women, of course, weren’t going to bring up the guests in the guesthouse. The beauties wanted to dance more, but the half-drunk guys were nodding off, and Vitya somehow talked Liza into going with him. Catching a moment, she told her friends she wanted to capitalize on her husband’s condition and get the satisfaction she hadn’t gotten from the Africans. Liza confessed that drunk, Vitya got a lot rougher in bed, and that was exactly what she needed now.

Nastya hinted to Alina she wouldn’t mind dancing just the two of them, but the blonde was thinking about her married friend’s words. She felt that tug low in her belly, and thought that even despite her husband’s smell and sorry state, she might still get her share of good sex tonight. She winked at Nastya, and both women slipped upstairs and locked themselves in with their men. Nastya, left alone, could only uncork another bottle of the liquor the Africans had brought…

Alina’s wishes didn’t come true. Kirill passed out two minutes after his head hit the pillow, ignoring his wife’s attempts to get him going. She was left with nothing, listening to Liza moan through the wall. Liza clearly got what she wanted out of Vitya.

“Bitch,” Alina whispered without malice.

The moans didn’t last long. A few minutes later, silence. Alina even thought she might try to sleep, but her eyes refused to close. Masturbation hadn’t done much for her in a long time, so she opened her phone to surf sites until her eyelids drooped. To her surprise, she saw Liza online in their private three-person chat: Alina, Liza, and Nastya.

After a few messages back and forth, Liza poured her heart out: Vitya started well, but didn’t even finish. Neither did she. Now she was crazy horny again for the umpteenth time today, and Alina felt the same. The two were already thinking about a little virtual sex when Nastya barged in. Her message was short and unambiguous: “If you want real men, come to the guest house.” Alina froze, not sure what to answer. She was leaning toward refusing, finger hovering to type a quick “no,” when Liza beat her to it. Her message was just as short, and it sent a shiver through Alina: “we’re coming.”

While Alina and Liza were trying to prod their husbands into the marital duty, Nastya — alone — had no intention of going to sleep. Unlike her married friends, she couldn’t be caught cheating, and she wasn’t going to mope in her own house on her own special night. She went upstairs and, first of all, began curiously sorting through the bags of things the Africans had gifted them. There were a few genuinely interesting items, and for a minute Nastya considered locking the door and trying out some of the elongated phallic toys now arrayed on the nightstand. All of them were black, but even the largest among the others didn’t top eight inches. Meanwhile, the image of Simon’s cock — the one he’d nearly used to fuck Sonya — lodged in the brunette’s mind. It had been much bigger than the dildos at hand. A filthy thought bloomed fast in her head, and her panties went slick instantly. Smirking at herself, she started changing.

Ten minutes later, the brunette — poured into tight dark-green sleeveless top and short denim shorts — walked up to the guesthouse door. A tray in her hands held a few shot glasses, a couple bottles of hard liquor, and snacks — chips, fruit, nuts. Anticipation had her nipples showing through the top — of course she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Nastya’s plan was simple: while Liza and Alina were limited in tonight’s partner selection, she had five dark-skinned studs to choose from. Why not seize the opportunity?

She waited a beat, then rapped her knuckles against the wood a few times. No answer.
They’re not asleep, she thought, a little offended at the idea. What — after the show they’d put on earlier, the Africans had just tamped down their desire and fallen asleep? How dare they! Ever since she’d seen Simon’s cock, all she could think of was how big the others might be. Simon was the youngest, and his body was smaller than the others’. Terrible to imagine what was hiding in the pants of towering Tyrell, or the fat, yet somehow no less magnetic Prince. She had to shift her legs to smother the itch in her panties. Whoever opened the door now, she was going to have sex with him. As if he’d been waiting for that very vow, the door swung open.

Prince stood there. A self-satisfied smirk on his broad face.

“Het die slet vir nog meer gekom?” he asked. (“Has the slut come for more?”)

Nastya understood him, but still flushed under the big man’s lazy gaze. He took her silence for agreement and stepped aside to let her in. The place was much smaller than the main house, but it had a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. All the guys except Simon were in the big room, watching American football on cable. They were perfectly at home: wearing only pants, and Tyrell was down to his briefs. They all looked at Nastya with interest, and the strength in their eyes made her blush again. It also boosted her confidence that she was doing the right thing.

“Alle kos het in die huis gebly. Ek het ’n paar saamgebring,” she said, setting the tray on the coffee table in front of the couch. (“All the food was left in the house. I brought a few things.”)

“Hierdie slet wil ons tevrede stel!” Prince announced. (“This slut is eager to please us, boys!”) As before, Nastya understood every word. She froze, unsure what to do next. The men settled around the girl standing before them, undressing the dark-haired slut with eyes full of want.

“En hoekom het jy gekom, loophoer? Dis wat ek jou sal noem,” Prince went on, scratching his big belly with an equally big hand. (“So why did you come, leaking whore? That’s what I’ll call you.”) Nastya lowered her eyes. A strange sense of submission took hold.

“Call me whatever you want,” she said — and then corrected herself into Afrikaans: “U kan my noem wat u wil hê.” (“You can call me whatever you want.”)

“Niemand vra jou opinie nie, loophoer. Antwoord die vraag,” Tyrell snapped. (“Nobody asked your opinion, leaking whore. Answer the question.”)

“Ek het na julle toe gekom om… om u te bedank vir die plesier wat u aan my en my vriende gegee het,” Nastya said carefully. (“I came to you… to thank you for the pleasure you gave me and my friends.”)

“Jou vriendinne? Waarom kom die hoere dan nie self en bedank ons behoorlik nie?” Tyrell snorted. (“Your girlfriends? Then why don’t the whores come themselves and thank us properly?”)

“Wys ons u innige dankbaarheid!” Jared chimed in. (“Show us your deepest gratitude!”)

“In daardie geval moet jy ons bedank vir al die ander slette,” Tyrell said. (“In that case, you’ll have to thank us for all the other sluts.”) “Ek het so gehoop dat die suster met die lippe my sou beloon vir daai dans,” he added. (“I was really hoping the one with the lips would reward me for that dance.”)

Nastya realized he meant Ira. Maybe she should have brought Vitya’s older sister — but she cast that aside. No. Tonight she’d be queen here, alone.

“As jy ons wil bedank, moes jy ’n meer hoeragtige uitrusting gekies het, klein fokslavin,” Prince said. (“If you want to thank us, you should’ve picked a sluttier outfit, little fucktoy.”) Nastya pursed her lips, annoyed she’d missed on the wardrobe. Before she could answer, Lamar, silent until now, went to a pile of dark bags in the corner and pulled three at random.

“The size will fit you,” he said in English.

Nastya took the bags — clothes, she figured — and was about to slip into another room, but Lamar said,
“Is die teef toegelaat om te vertrek?” (“Was the bitch given permission to leave?”)

She froze, obedient. Understanding, she opened the bags. Inside were three outfits of maximal explicitness. With a quick glance, she chose one. Then, taking another slow look at the men — and not without pleasure noticing how their dirty gazes stuck to her — she began to undress. First she slid her shorts down, arching to show off her ass in black string panties. Then, after making them wait a heartbeat to take in her figure — especially her feminine hips and the soft skin of her cheeks — she whisked off the sleeveless top in one quick move.

Nastya’s breasts were lush and full, with small, dark-brown areolas and nipples that stood tight with arousal. She was proud of her girls, and watched with smug delight as the men’s hands drifted toward their own underwear. That’s right, the brunette thought. The last piece was her panties; she peeled them off even more erotically than the shorts, even played with her heated pussy for a beat. Only after the men had had their fill of her naked body did she put on her pick.

The closed, one-piece sky-blue swimsuit looked insanely good on her young, big-breasted body, and the gossamer fabric showed the African males every curve of the wet little slut in front of them.

With every move, the silky cloth stretched, and the brunette’s soaked pussy all but squelched with the wetness flooding it.

“Ek wil ’n foto van hierdie hoer neem!” Jared pulled out his phone and snapped the beauty a few times. (“I want to take a picture of this slut!”) She was both shy and pleased by the attention of so many men.

“Lyk asof die klein teef die speletjie self wil voortsit. Lamar, wat is volgende vir haar?” Prince asked. (“Looks like the little bitch wants to keep playing on her own. Lamar, what’s next for her?”)

Nastya looked to the screen, almost impatient for the dare. She didn’t doubt that with only one girl in play now, the heat would climb higher.

The dare read: give Tyrell a lap dance. Nastya didn’t need to be told twice. Swaying the ass the outfit framed so perfectly, she approached the man on the couch and noted how the dark giant’s cock dragged hard at his briefs.

“Maybe you should let your beauty out of your pants?” she whispered in his ear, in English. He yanked her hair painfully and said in his own language, “Teef nie toegelaat om te praat nie!” (“The slut wasn’t allowed to speak!”)

To confirm the position Nastya now occupied, Tyrell delivered a quick, ringing slap to her cheek — not hard. It only wound her tighter, especially being called a “bitch.” That word was exactly how she felt now.

Her pussy was so wet she could barely keep control. She began the task: some rap was playing, and the brunette’s body caught the beat easily. Rolling her hips, she rose and sank on Tyrell’s lap, feeling his cock swell bigger with every move.

In the end she couldn’t help herself and touched his cock through his briefs, gasping with delight. It was no smaller than Simon’s and maybe thicker. The moment she took that liberty, Tyrell grabbed her hair, hauled her in, and settled her ass on his cock so she felt all its length and girth. She felt that one more moment, and she’d come — especially when the hand not in her hair found her nipple through the suit and pinched hard.

“Oh, God…!” she rolled her eyes, but Tyrell shoved her off him. She fell to the floor at Jared’s feet. She wanted to touch her blazing pussy, but two voices — Lamar’s and Prince’s — ordered her not to.

I can’t… she thought. Even so, with insane effort she grabbed the legs of the man in front of her instead of her own sex. He nodded at the screen. The next dare: let everyone touch your ass.

Nastya was ready to beg for it. She dropped to the floor on her chest, ass up, sure her crotch was a wet mess. Jared was first: his fingers stroked the cheeks like they belonged to him, then, through the swimsuit fabric, slid over her anal opening. Tyrell followed with a few smacks, then tugged the fabric aside and let it snap back. The flick against her pussy wasn’t hard, but Nastya all but sang with delight.

“What are you doing to me…” she whispered while Lamar stroked her ass. Then he simply moved the thin cloth aside from her back hole and spat on it. His saliva ran down the cleft between her holes straight into her pussy. After that, he slid his index finger into the brunette’s ass up to the first knuckle almost without resistance.

“God, yes! I’m coming!” Anastasia couldn’t hold it. A wild orgasm seized her; her leg muscles seized, she collapsed on the floor, crying and laughing at the same time. She shook for thirty seconds — she’d never felt anything like it. She cupped her pussy with both hands, moaning loud.

“Die drukkende hoer mag nie kom nie!” Prince growled, his voice low and guttural. (“The needy whore isn't allowed to cum!”) He was the only one who hadn’t touched her ass. Nastya was half-out, but she found the strength to push up onto her knees.

“Please, forgive me!”

She crawled to Prince, intent on apologizing for letting him down. Tonight these men were her masters; she had no right to do what they hadn’t allowed.

“The slut must earn forgiveness,” Prince said, nodding at the TV.

The next dare flashed up: put as many fingers in your mouth as possible. She knew this one, but this time she gave it everything. Four fingers went in easily, the fifth with effort, and then the brunette began ramming her hand in as deep as she could. With the other hand she toyed with her nipples through the swimsuit, twisting and tugging. The gag reflex didn’t submit right away, and a little drool spattered the tile.

“Clean it,” Prince ordered. Nastya pulled her hand from her mouth and licked her own spit off the floor, feeling the fire in her hole somehow not die down but flare hotter.

“Not bad, but not enough,” the fat man said. He nodded at Lamar, and another dare appeared: rub your face against Lamar’s leg. The man smirked and stretched his leg out. Nastya had been waiting for it. She hugged his leg with both arms and started licking his toes, swallowing them and ignoring the sweat. This is how a man should smell, she thought, lapping the stud’s big toe. His cock dragged at his pants, and she felt proud of herself. Soon Lamar was pushing his toes into the girl’s mouth, and she sucked them obediently, almost swallowing his whole foot at the end, taking nearly as much pleasure from it as the man she was servicing. At last, Lamar withdrew his leg.

“Does the cockslut want a keepsake photo?” he sneered. Nastya’s phone was suddenly in his hand; he took a few shots of the brunette, kneeling, smeared in her own spit, breathing hard after her orgasm. The phone buzzed — Alina and Liza had begun texting. Their profile pictures popped up on the screen, and Lamar handed the phone to Nastya with a question:

“The redhead with the tits and the married slut still not sleeping?”

Nastya skimmed the messages, more about husbands who couldn’t satisfy their women. She snorted. Seeing Liza propose brightening the night with cam sex, she quickly typed: “If you want real men, come to the guest house,” and hit send. Then she tossed the phone on the couch and lifted obedient eyes to Lamar.

“Will the masters mind two more whores?”

From the smile on the African’s face, neither he nor his friends minded, though Nastya secretly wished all their attention would stay on her.

Nastya glanced at the new dare that had appeared on screen. It read: kiss Lamar’s cock through his clothes. She smiled as Lamar took off his pants. She wasn’t sure Liza and Alina would really accept her invitation, but either way, until they arrived, these five studs were hers to command. Nastya found real pleasure in pleasing Lamar — around a man like that, she felt like a real woman. Certain he would satisfy every one of her cravings. And most of all, she wanted to kiss his godlike cock not through cloth… but through the briefs would do for now.

The beauty gathered a mouthful of saliva — her way of showing she was ready to work the man’s tool with lips and throat — then wrapped both hands around Lamar’s endowment and started stroking it through the fabric, easing the shaft toward the edge until the head finally peeked out. She managed it: a massive, nearly three-inch-wide crown and close to two more inches of shaft beyond it presented themselves to her eyes. It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful cock she’d ever seen.

“Do you like it, cumdump?” Lamar asked. His stare locked her in place, hot and absolute. She nodded eagerly and licked her lips.

“Say what you like, slut.”

Nastya didn’t hesitate.

“I like your cock, Lamar.”

A ringing slap landed across her face.

“Be precise, breeding slut!” Prince barked behind her.

“I like stroking your big black cock, Lamar.”

Nastya understood what was required and was happy to comply. She was ready to do anything for the chance to pleasure the African’s endowment. Lamar seemed satisfied. He lounged back into the couch and simply took his pleasure from the girl’s hands. But the dare had been specific — hands didn’t count. Nastya squeezed him, still shocked by the size, and began to run her lips along his length through the cloth of his briefs. Lamar smelled like a man, a real stud, and she drank in the scent with pleasure.

Precum welled from the slit, and she gathered it on a fingertip to play with, then pushed her fingers into her mouth and licked them clean, deciding that Lamar’s juice might be the best thing she’d ever tasted. She stroked him with more vigor, watching the precum come in greater quantity. It slid down his thigh to the floor, and the girl dutifully began to lick it up, tasting the ebony skin of the giant, caressing now his chest, now her own heated pussy. Each time the brunette’s hand strayed between her legs, Prince, sitting behind her, snapped a harsh “Stop,” which only excited Nastya more. She truly felt like a dripping little fucktoy, and the men had been right to name her so. She was their breedable plaything — they were her masters, and she’d do anything to please them.

“Enough,” Prince said when Nastya, emboldened, leaned in at last to touch her tongue to Lamar’s bared crown. Reluctantly she pulled away from the African’s cock, pressing her hot little cleft with her palm.

On the screen, the next dare appeared: kiss any one of the men present. Without thinking, the beauty leaned toward Lamar, but he said in English,

“The whore must clean her mouth before kissing her master.”

“On your knees,” Prince ordered, and Nastya obeyed.

“Open your mouth,” came the next command — from Tyrell. The smooth coordination suggested Nastya wasn’t the first bitch to pass through their hands, and the thought somehow wound her even tighter. As if she could be any tighter. Everything was spinning her head so hard that a few fingers on her slick little slit would have made her come again. But there was no such permission — she opened wide and, to please them, used both hands to pull her lips wider at the corners. Judging by the men’s low chatter, they liked her initiative.

Nastya froze, waiting. How did they intend to “wash” her mouth? The answer came with Lamar’s first spit. He hawked and loosed a warm, syrupy string into her open mouth. She felt the wet filling her. Tyrell followed, then Jared; at last Prince, having filled his mouth well, let it spill into hers too.

Despite the filth of it, Nastya got off on being used this way. She heard how the men praised their bitch, called her a willing slave, and spat out every filthy name in the book — words that would’ve broken another girl, but not this eager little cumdump, who felt nothing but gratitude for the orgasm they’d gifted her, and silently begged for the next. Her mouth was full of four men’s spit, so much that some dribbled off her lip onto her suit. She waited for an order to swallow her masters’ mixture, but before that came, Lamar said,

“Rinse, fuckhole.”

Nastya tightened her throat; the spit bubbled in her mouth, more drooled off her lips, smeared her neck and the fabric over her breasts and belly. She tried to catch the runnels with her hands, only smearing them across her face.

“Swallow, toy.”

She didn’t register who gave the order, but she swallowed everything readily. The taste wasn’t as vile as she’d expected; she didn’t even flinch. Her ex’s cum had been far worse whenever she’d had to swallow it.

“Now you may complete the dare, breeding bitch.”

Her mouth didn’t feel cleaner, but Lamar kissed her anyway. He didn’t touch her body, and the girl burned up from wanting it. She kneaded the African’s powerful arms and torso, her thoughts ruled by a single desire — to straddle this dark stallion.

“Eyes on the screen, cockslut!”

Nastya turned instantly. A new, unfamiliar dare: recreate the image on screen and take a photo. No image yet. She glanced at the men, puzzled, and Lamar gestured for patience. Then the screen filled with a porn illustration of a kneeling dark-haired woman obediently swallowing cum dripping from a dark cock.

Anyone else might have needed a moment to parse it. The brunette knew how a filthy male brain worked.

She sank to her knees, grabbed one breast with one hand — just like the picture — and even pinched her left nipple through the thin suit. Her pussy throbbed hotly. The girl in the art toyed with semen, but Nastya wasn’t sure the men would grant her such nectar; she decided to spoof it with spit. She filled her mouth, rolled her tongue to wet all around her lips, then opened up, tongue out, eyes lidded, a low moan escaping. She’d matched the picture almost perfectly — only one element was missing.

The men didn’t disappoint. Lamar stepped forward. He only tugged his briefs aside — it was faster than pulling them down. His huge, truly gigantic organ rose above the obedient Nastya waiting beneath him. One rough tug along the shaft, and he let several fat drops of precum fall into the open mouth of the dark-haired slut at his feet. Someone snapped the photo — that ended the dare. But Nastya didn’t want to move; she leaned with her tongue toward the head of that big black cock before her eyes. She would have reached it if not for —

“Nastya!”

“Holy…!”

She turned, forgetting to pull her hand from her breast or wipe her mouth. Alina and Liza stood in the doorway. Both looked stunned, but the Africans weren’t studying their faces so much as their outfits. The women had dressed in the dark, not to wake their husbands, picking almost at random — and still both looked stunning.

Redheaded Liza wore an extremely tight red tank top, her plentiful breasts standing at attention. The lace bra beneath — put on earlier to tempt her husband — was easy to see, and she hadn’t bothered to change. Her slightly plump ass was poured into leather pants that also showed off the long legs of the strawberry vixen. Her fair-haired friend looked the more modest of the two, yet drank in her share of stares: a gray tank hugged Alina’s small chest tight, and tiny jean shorts once again proved that out of all the girls the Africans had seen today, the blonde had the best ass. Those deep hips looked even sexier in that outfit. Even so, Alina couldn’t help eyeing Liza’s chest with envy, fully aware she came up short in that department.

They stood by the door — no one had even noticed them come in — and stared, shocked, as their best friend leaned forward, tongue reaching for Lamar’s cock towering over her. At first they were astonished by Nastya’s behavior; a moment later all of their attention locked on the African’s sex. It was enormous — already the second gigantic cock girls had seen tonight. If they’d thought nothing could be bigger than Simon’s, Lamar proved otherwise. His reached twelve inches, maybe more; about two and a half across, with a head close to seven. Less veined than Simon’s, but far more massive. The sight alone promised pleasure tailor-made for starved little fuckpets like Nastya — who only now realized her friends were watching.

“Hi, girls…” Nastya’s voice sounded strange, and they instantly knew why. Sonya had had that same voice after she’d climaxed wildly under Simon’s cock. Did that mean Nastya had been blessed with the same? An odd stab of anger shot through Alina — at her friend, and at Vitya’s kid sister. She and Liza were the married ones; they were the ones who were supposed to be getting the full sex life. Instead, the orgasms were going to those who didn’t “deserve” them. It felt unfair to the blonde, and one look at Liza told her Liza thought the same.

“Getroude hoer en rooikop tepel,” came the greeting. (“Married slut and redheaded nipple.”) Prince said it as he rose from the couch. Standing, it was plain he, like the others, was painfully hard; his briefs were stretched to their limit. Neither Alina nor Liza could tear their eyes from the big man’s crotch — and while the blonde didn’t understand what he’d said, her friend did, and didn’t take offense. Somehow, it felt to Liza like there was more truth in his phrasing than the married girls might admit.

“Want a look?” Tyrell asked — in English. Like Prince, he stood. Jared rose last. All of them bulged against their pants like the seams would pop.

“Maybe we should go…” Alina ventured. Liza caught her hand and shook her head. Meanwhile Lamar, still planted in front of Nastya, put the next image up on the screen and, pointing a dark finger at the kneeling friend, said,

“This little breeding slut can teach you the rules.”

On the screen, a very young blonde knelt and held the base of a huge black cock. The organ looked a lot like Simon’s — save that in real life his had been even bigger.

“Alina, this one’s tailor-made,” Nastya said, turning to her friend. The blonde flushed. Could her thoughts be read that easily? Liza squeezed her hand and leaned so close Alina could feel her breath.

“Come on, Alina.”

Her first impulse was to refuse: leave, slam the door, forget everything that had happened and could happen. She would have, if not for Nastya’s next line — the one that changed everything:

“If you refuse, you’ll regret it your whole life.”

Alina agreed with her friend: if not now, when? And her husband, well, he’d earned this; he should have fucked her better. With those thoughts in mind, the beauty glanced at the screen, stepped to the nearest African — Tyrell — and, fixing him with the dirtiest look in the world, sank to her knees. Under the men’s approving murmur, Tyrell smirked and let his briefs drop to the floor. His huge ten-and-a-half-inch cock sprang up before her. It was… something. The girl didn’t want to admit it, but the view from below of a giant male organ was the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen.

“Wrap your hand around it…” came Nastya’s voice from behind. Alina nodded, licked lips gone dry, and — barely — closed her fingers around the base of the massive black cock. A camera shutter clicked — the dare was complete. But Alina barely heard it. Her mouth flooded with saliva, and the crown of the black Adonis swelled above her, calling…

“Next picture’s for Liza,” Nastya said, fully in her element. Liza, for her part, looked like she felt exactly as Alina had a second before. Unfortunately — or fortunately — the image that popped up required nothing active from her: the drawn girl was surrounded by dark men, each pawing her — one held her ass, one gripped her neck, another twisted her nipple.

The men circled Liza. While she wrestled her head-demons, Jared dropped into a squat behind her and grabbed her leather-packed ass so hard she gasped. Tyrell’s hand closed around her neck and her exhale turned into a sultry moan. Liza shut her eyes, and Alina would have sworn her friend was enjoying it. The finishing touch fell to Lamar — he had to seize Liza’s nipple; but unlike the cartoon slut, the redheaded slut in the room was still dressed.

“That won’t do,” Lamar said. “We’ll count it, but these bitches need to change.”

Alina wondered if they’d called them bitches on purpose — or if it was a wobble in the men’s Russian. Instead of an answer, bundles were thrust into both women’s hands.

“Change,” Prince said lazily, waving them off. “Quickly.”

Unlike Nastya earlier, the beauties stepped into the next room. They dressed in silence — strange thoughts and stranger desires filling them. Both were a little embarrassed by themselves.

Alina slipped into a sheer leopard bodysuit — in the dim room she didn’t at first grasp just how vulgar it made her look. Also, she’d only found her heels when she left the house, not sneakers; now her ass looked even more irresistible than before. She swept her hair up, glanced at herself in the nearby mirror. Looking back was… the sexiest Alina she’d ever seen. She liked what she saw. When she stepped back into the room, the Africans’ looks were the best reward — her husband had never looked at her like that.

Liza’s look was different, but no less sexual. She emerged in a closed white one-piece that hugged her spectacular figure, but the key detail wasn’t the cut; it was the English text across her chest: “my boyfriend supports my worship of black.” Alina wasn’t sure she translated it right — her English wasn’t great — but judging by Nastya’s sly smile, the Africans’ whistles, and the blaze in Liza’s cheeks, she hadn’t been wrong.

So it’s not just me getting even with my man, the blonde thought — and the thought pleased her.

The men gave the beauties a moment to soak in their own reflections. Judging by how their endowments pressed their underwear, the Africans were ready for the game to go on.

“Come on, slut-toy,” Lamar said, freeing his shaft from its prison. Nastya — still kneeling — lifted her eyes to the screen. The image was simple: the drawn girl stood beside a dark man and stroked his cock. The girl rose, circled her fingers around Lamar’s base, and began a slow, steady jerk.

A reward for the slut’s diligence came quick: from the head of a cock over over twelve inches long, precum welled in the kind of quantity Liza’s and Alina’s white husbands usually spent at climax.

Nastya didn’t flinch. On the contrary — she caught as much of the pre-ejaculate as she could in her other palm and smeared it along his length, making the African’s cock look even more beautiful. Alina and Liza both felt an unendurable itch in their pussies now. Nastya stroked on; when the precum began to drip, she gathered several drops with her fingers and licked them off with relish. Meanwhile, the screen flashed a task for Alina.

The girl had to kneel before a black cock and, mouth slightly open with bright, eager hunger to lick that juicy ebony crown, take a selfie on her phone. One of the men offered her his smartphone, but Alina shook her head and lifted her own beloved iPhone.

A wicked impulse grabbed her — she’d never taken a photo like this; if she was going to start, it should be on her phone. She unlocked it, sank to her knees, angled her eyes toward the camera, and parted her lips a little.

The huge black crown of Tyrell’s cock slid into frame a heartbeat later — she could smell the unwashed male tang. Is that how a real stud should smell? The head felt poised to invade her mouth’s space; she barely managed to catch the shaft in her hand and hold it there. Then she tapped the sensor and took the shot. It came out maximally filthy.

“Alina, you’re a porn star,” Nastya purred her approval. She waved to Prince, who was advancing the images, to throw up the next one — for Liza.

A girl squirting from black fingers — that was what Liza was supposed to portray, according to the picture that appeared. The redheaded beauty blushed hard — she’d only ever squirted once, when she’d drunkenly fooled around in bed with Nastya.

And she had never felt anything like that with any of her men — least of all with Vitya. Moreover, knowing that Alina had never squirted at all, and that Nastya only managed to squirt from her own fingers, Liza was sure no man would ever make her “burst.” Besides, the girl in the picture was completely naked, and the redheaded beauty didn’t want to strip her body yet of the tight outfit that hugged her figure — it helped her feel more confident, especially next to her irresistible friends. Despite the pleased whispering of the Africans, the girl shook her head and laughed:

“I’m not taking off my swimsuit.”

“Then you’ll have to squirt in it,” Tyrell said, stepping closer. He scooped the girl up by the ass before she could react and sat her down in the chair.

Liza smiled — she did like feeling like a doll in the hands of a powerful giant. And the black man didn’t seem bothered that Liza’s pussy was hidden by the fabric of her swimsuit. Expertly, he began massaging the skin around the girl’s mound, almost touching her pussy with his fingers. Alina and Nastya could only watch in a trance, and Liza herself, after hesitating a second, suddenly threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her lips parted, and soon a muffled moan of pleasure tore free, growing louder because right at that moment Tyrell’s two fingers touched the beauty’s labia through the thick fabric. Liza hadn’t imagined that in just a minute she’d be feeling such a high. The man kept caressing the beauty’s pussy, Liza moaned louder and louder and seemed on the verge of cumming… But Tyrell had a different task.

When the beauty was at the very peak of pleasure, the black man changed the movement of his fingers and now massaged the girl’s clit in circles through the swimsuit. Alina and Nastya could only watch in a trance as Liza at first moaned loudly, then cried out, and then, eyes and mouth flung wide, arched like a cat, trying to grab hold of some invisible support. Juice ran down the insides of her thighs, Liza grabbed her own head and mussed her hair. She screamed as she squirted, under the smug, confident looks of the guys and the envious stares of her friends. A few seconds later, the beauty collapsed, spent, onto the table.

“Next — Nastya.”

She was ready. The girl had been writhing all over as she watched her friend’s pleasure, but they hadn’t let her touch herself — twice they roughly jerked her hand away, and she got even more aroused, realizing she had no control over her own body, that these handsome African males were playing with her.

The picture was very simple, and Nastya moaned in frustration. She wanted caresses so much, or better yet — to feel huge cocks inside her wet holes — but they weren’t letting her. According to the pornographic art on the screen, the girl simply had to wrap her hand around a black cock. Lamar was closest; his twelve-inch cock stood waiting, staggering the eye with its power and size. The girl walked up to him — more to the cock than to the man — wrapped her little hands around the base, and then gave that splendid apparatus a stroke. Her mouth flooded with saliva, and judging by the way she shuffled her feet, the girl was dripping like the sluttiest whore. Liza, still half-unconscious, couldn’t come to her senses, but Alina felt roughly the same as her dark-haired friend — the fire in the married blonde’s pussy burned so hot she wanted more than anything to put something inside herself. Even her own little finger would do. And the beauty’s arousal only grew.

“Married slut,” they called her, and Alina responded, obediently turning her gaze to the screen.
The girl in the picture was being caressed… No, black hands were groping the huge breasts of a drawn anime beauty like they owned them, and Alina envied the chest size of that nonexistent girl. The Africans, however, weren’t deterred by the fact that Alina’s breasts were much smaller — Prince and Jared sauntered up to the blonde and started working on her nipples and mounds right through the swimsuit.

The men’s dominance turned the blonde on more than their touch, and when Prince twisted her nipple, Alina suddenly cursed, not from pain but from unbearable arousal. She seemed ready to cum just from having her breasts played with — she closed her eyes, lowered her hands to her pussy… But they jerked her away,  roughly. Alina moaned, reaching for her mound again. They yanked her back again, and the beauty realized she was about to have the wildest orgasm of her life. Her cunt demanded a fuck. Especially when all the men who still had pants and underwear on decided to free their endowments too, stripping off their briefs like an unnecessary part of the wardrobe.

Something changed. If before the men were fooling with the girls by chance, now there was a kind of distribution in their actions.

The fat Prince, with his huge twelve-inch piece and semen-packed balls the size of oranges, clearly chose Alina. Tyrell, standing next to him, with a shorter but thicker cock and slightly smaller balls, also didn’t leave the blonde’s side. Meanwhile Lamar took on Anastasia, and Jared — Liza, who was starting to come around. Alina was too aroused to realize she’d become a toy in the hands of two guys at once.

And, what’s more, the pictures no longer appeared one by one — they popped up three at once. The first — for Liza, the second — for Nastya, and the third, last — for the blonde. And now all the girls were occupied at the same time. Otherwise, both Alina and Liza would already have guessed that what was happening couldn’t be called a “game” or “innocent flirting.” The men were clearly dragging out the foreplay before the real goal — to fuck these obedient little cumsluts raw. And if at the start of the evening Alina felt a strange mix of disgust and even contempt for the men, now she couldn’t stop thinking about big black cocks.

On the first picture, a drawn blonde’s chest was being roughly groped by black hands. On the second picture, a made-up slut crouched on her knees, arching her ass out, let two cocks rub on her at once: one claimed her ass, the other — her tits. Finally, the third art, meant for Alina, was even simpler — a blonde standing in front of a huge black man rubbed her cheek against the man’s sexual organ.

The girls were picked out like whores at a slave market. Liza’s chest, now recovered and obediently looking at the black studs, ended up in Jared’s hands, who with both black palms vulgarly and dominantly mauled the redhead beauty’s “udders” through the swimsuit. Liza had never been touched the way the African was doing it now. She felt like not a person but a toy for pleasure, and that kind of treatment turned her on like crazy. All her life, all her boyfriends and her husband treated her like a queen, practically carried her in their arms and granted her every wish. Now the beauty realized how much she lacked true male authority — for her man to be just as unceremonious in handling and using her body as this ripped, handsome African was now.

Soon enough, though, he got bored with that and he plunged his hands right into her swimsuit, squeezing the married girl’s nipples and firm breasts. Liza had neither the thought nor the ability to hinder the hunk’s desires — she moaned softly, eyes closed, stroking the chiseled muscles of her sweet tormentor’s arms. The touch of rough black hands on the tender skin of her breasts made the girl’s pussy pour out a whole waterfall of juices. However, she didn’t dare lower her hands and play with herself. She knew her task was to obediently wait for permission from her black lords.

Anastasia, on the other hand, was claimed by two at once: Lamar and Tyrell, who had stepped away from Alina for a while. What they were supposed to do to her according to the picture could only be called sex without penetration. They put the girl on her knees and arched her back — though to tell the truth, she obediently took that pose herself. The men’s cocks, huge, blood-swollen ebony endowments, took their places according to the picture: Tyrell’s cock slipped between the beauty’s buttocks, barely covered by her swimsuit, and Lamar’s cock slipped into the valley between the brunette’s bared tits, and luckily the swimsuit allowed Anastasia’s breasts to be pulled out for everyone to see. There was so much precum leaking from the Africans’ cocks they didn’t even need to wet their endowments with saliva.

But Anastasia couldn’t be stopped: she let a thick string of drool spill from her mouth anyway and wet Tyrell’s beautiful black cock, not denying herself the pleasure of giving it a good stroke, spreading the natural lubricant down the entire length of the thick ten-and-a-half-inch shaft. The brunette would have preferred to treat the African’s endowment with her mouth, but she knew the commanding ebony hotties wouldn’t let her do that — at least not yet.

Feeling Lamar’s cock rubbing at her anal hole, covered only by a thin band of swimsuit, Anastasia was ready to feel her second orgasm. She even prayed that Lamar, like Tyrell earlier, would push aside that damned swimsuit and play with her anal hole with a finger. The girl was sure that even the slightest touch to any of her holes would be enough to make her writhe in an orgasm just as powerful as Liza’s a few minutes ago.

But as soon as she closed her eyes in anticipation, the man in front of her smacked the dripping little fuckdoll hard across the face. Obediently, the girl started jerking the hunk’s cock with her tits, not daring to disappoint her master.

As for Alina, the picture meant for her turned the girl on even before she started her task. The blonde on the art looked so cute, cuddling a big black cock. Imitating her, Alina obediently sank to her knees before Prince, just as she knelt before her husband. But now it seemed funny to her that she’d considered Kirill’s cock big — it was a third the size of the manhood towering before her. The precum dripping from Prince’s cock beaded in fat drops on the head and was already starting to fall to the floor — there was more of it than her husband could produce in a whole night. The blonde suddenly caught herself thinking she wouldn’t mind tasting the African’s precum. She stuck her tongue out, but Prince grabbed her hair roughly:

“Hands only!”

Alina pouted, but didn’t dare defy the instruction — the African now had far greater power over her than anything else in her life. Struggling to wrap both palms around the base of the ebony endowment, the blonde, following the picture’s guidance, pressed her cheek to the pulsing shaft, feeling her mouth fill with saliva. The desire to lick the big black cock burned the married beauty from the inside. She opened her mouth and, as if punishing herself for being unable to resist, smacked herself a pretty hard cock slap on the cheek.

Prince let out a barely audible moan, Alina smiled, and then the man himself gave her a smack with his endowment — on the other cheek, and much harder. But the married blonde only basked in her own submission and in the strength of the man’s cock, never taking her eyes off the African’s huge balls. She was afraid even to imagine how much cum they held. She also wondered whether the black man’s semen tasted as good as his precum, which smeared across Alina’s cheek and got a little into her mouth. It was the tastiest thing that had been in the blonde’s mouth all evening.

The girls didn’t have time to really savor being sex toys before the images on the screen changed. Liza was to straddle a dark-skinned male’s cock and rub her pussy on it, Nastya to touch a black man’s cock with her tongue and even play with her own overheated pussy at the same time, and Alina… The girl had to present her ass to the African’s cock, while, if you believed the picture, the dark-skinned man couldn’t actually enter her holes.

“Oh, Liza, what a slut you are!” Anastasia said, envy in her voice, when she saw the picture. Alina kept quiet but agreed with her friend — judging by the art, incredible pleasure awaited their redheaded friend. Alina could only fantasize about what it was like — to be able to rub her pussy on Jared’s huge endowment. Or any of the other Africans present. Nastya and Liza had already arrived at that conclusion, but only now did Alina realize that if all the Africans in the house had cocks of such unbelievable size, did that mean all black men in the world had such endowments? For the first time in her life Alina felt disappointed she hadn’t been born on the African continent.

“I have to go to South Africa…” the beauty promised herself silently.

Meanwhile, Jared lay down on the floor. His cock, despite its size and considerable weight, stood like a pillar, showing off the incredible male strength of the black guy. But as soon as Elizabeth approached him, the man, running his hand along his endowment several times, let his cock fall onto his belly — the impossible amount of precum that oozed out he smeared along the entire length of his sex weapon. Elizabeth, meanwhile, casting a triumphant look over her friends and feeling like a queen, asked in the men’s native language if they would allow her to remove her swimsuit. The answer was yes, and soon Elizabeth was absolutely naked.

Everyone could see the waterfall of arousal flowing from her pussy, streaming down the insides of her thighs all the way to her ankles. But the girl, with incredible willpower, controlled herself and didn’t touch her heated hole — not even when, following the picture, she sat her pussy down on the huge cock of the African lying before her. The moan that tore out of Elizabeth’s mouth must have been audible even on the neighboring lot. Jared immediately placed his palms on the beauty’s hips, and she, not wasting any time, began slowly moving her pelvis, feeling the man’s cock slide between her labia. Naturally, it didn’t last long — after just ten seconds Liza tossed her red hair, screamed and shuddered all over, then collapsed onto the muscular body of her black master. The orgasm was so strong that it seemed Liza lost consciousness. However, neither Anastasia nor Alina saw this — they had their own tasks.

At last Nastya was allowed to touch a man’s cock with her tongue. Lamar simply walked up to the girl kneeling there and she, as if she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life, gripped the black cock at the base and immediately ran her tongue along the full length of the mighty endowment. At the same time, according to the picture, Anastasia was allowed to play with herself, and, wanting not to fall behind Elizabeth, who’d had her second orgasm, Nastya at once pushed the fabric of her swimsuit aside and plunged three fingers into her blazing pussy. As with Liza, the overheated girl didn’t last long — it took just a few moments for her to, with a loud moan, practically hang her full weight off Lamar’s cock, reveling in the spasms in her cumming pussy. Yet even as she orgasmed, Anastasia didn’t forget to work the black man’s endowment with her tongue, marveling at the taste of the precum seeping from the tiny hole in his cock.

And what about Alina? Of the girls present, she was the only one who hadn’t enjoyed an orgasm yet, and the realization of that fact stung the blonde a little. So she did what she couldn’t even have imagined earlier. Desiring to feel what her friends had felt, Alina walked up to Tyrell herself, whom she considered the most attractive of all the Africans — in fact, for the blonde who had a weakness for muscular guys, Tyrell was the embodiment of a god — turned her sexy ass to the man and, imitating the picture, bent over, letting the man fully enjoy the view of the blonde’s holes, covered only by the thinnest fabric of a leopard-print bodysuit.

One of the guys approvingly called Alina a married whore, someone else — an anal slut, and now the girl clearly understood every word spoken, yet everything they said only aroused the beauty more. Feeling Tyrell’s palms cup her firm, beautiful ass, the girl pushed back, arching her back in the graceful pose of a dripping bred bitch. She could swear all the guys were jealous of their buddy right now — he’d gotten the chance to play with the most beautiful ass in the room. And he was enjoying that chance to the fullest — every inch of her skin was caressed by the African’s black fingers. His hands squeezed, released, kneaded, massaged, and spanked the beauty’s cheeks, making her drip more and arch like a cat in heat.

Tyrell’s huge cock nestled between her appetizing buns, pressed together by the African’s palms. The blonde’s and the African’s natural lubes mixed, letting Tyrell’s black endowment glide absolutely freely over the hole of the obedient married girl, stretched tight by the fabric. Feeling her sphincter pressed by the pulsing head of a big black cock was a pleasure like nothing else; Alina closed her eyes and focused on her sensations, wanting only one thing — to catch her orgasm. And then, just as her legs began to tremble, her breathing quickened, and her pussy was ready at last to pour out streams of that wonderful nectar, the man stopped, slapping her ass in a sign of approval.

“Ah, fuck!” Alina swore. She pushed back, and at that moment Tyrell pulled almost the same trick he had with Anastasia: pushing the fabric aside, he touched the blonde’s anal hole with his finger, but didn’t slide it in, as he had with the brunette — he only gently stroked the sphincter around the rim. Alina went insane with pleasure, especially when she felt the finger suddenly disappear and the head of the man’s big black cock press to her virgin ass.

“Next picture!” came the order. Alina didn’t want to listen to anything, but Tyrell had iron self-control and broke off the caresses, leaving the dripping wet slut frozen in a pose full of need. The girl wanted to touch her pussy — she was inches from orgasm — but Tyrell, with his foot, shoved the girl as if she were a slave.

“Wait, slut!” he said in English. Alina moaned, but didn’t dare argue with the black master.

Meanwhile, new pictures appeared on the screen. Liza had to jerk a man’s endowment with both hands, generously slicked either with saliva or with oil — the art left room for imagination. In the picture meant for Nastya, two girls were on their knees in front of a black man, their asses invitingly stuck out while they both pleasured the man’s cock… with tongues or hands? The art was poor quality, and it was impossible to make out the specifics. But the picture for Alina was excellent quality, and she was to present her ass to a black man’s cock again while being surrounded by two more black cocks at the same time. She wasn’t allowed to touch them, but they were dangerously close to the mouth of the drawn beauty.

The girls only glanced at their new tasks. Each had already decided she’d do anything that appeared on the screen, and they were only surprised that not a single picture showing actual sex had appeared yet. How could they know that was exactly the plan? The main goal of this “game” was to stoke the girls up; the black men were letting them realize how dependent they were on black cocks. How dependent Alina was, who had now forgotten about her years-long relationship with her husband and could only beg the men to give her the same pleasure her friends had felt. How dependent Liza, barely newlywed — she was, with each new orgasm, becoming convinced that her husband was just a weak white boy who couldn’t compare to the ebony gods. And Nastya… That wild thing never doubted the dominance of black males for a second, and now she could only be happy that both her friends agreed with her.

Starting to come down from her second orgasm, Elizabeth set to her task with a passion unusual for her. She knew how to give head and loved it, but if before she’d always done it only for white boys with their not-so-impressive endowments, now before her was a real thick twelve-inch cock belonging to a black male. Not being particularly sure she was allowed to touch the man’s endowment with her mouth, Elizabeth, on all fours, obediently crawled up to Jared sitting in the chair and first decided to wet his beautiful cock. Her mouth filled with so much saliva it seemed an easy task — the girl, carefully directing the stream with her lips, placed saliva along Jared’s length, but his sexual weapon was so big that the lube wasn’t enough.

So Elizabeth, like an obedient slut, set about fixing the situation: she stuffed all five fingers into her mouth, barely holding back her gag reflex, and felt her eyes fill with tears and her throat with wetness. After such self-flagellation there was even more drool in the girl’s mouth, and now she easily managed to slick the big black cock that stood before her like a monument. Wrapping the thick endowment in her little hands, the girl began gently jerking it, unable to hold back a smile and taking pleasure simply from being allowed to caress this magnificent sex weapon.

As for Anastasia, her picture didn’t seem, at first glance, to be anything special. But for the brunette beauty, it was a call to undress. The young slut had been dreaming of this for a while, largely because her swimsuit was soaked with her pussy’s secretions and the Africans’ precum, and also because she didn’t want only Liza, with her big breasts and meaty ass that stuck out invitingly while the redheaded newlywed was working Jared’s huge black cock with her hands, to attract the men’s eyes.

One quick motion, and Anastasia showed off her figure too, which, however, everyone had already seen. It seemed the beauty’s stripping didn’t make a big impression on the Africans, so Nastya decided she’d prove her superiority through action. Deciding that she fully matched the picture, Anastasia crawled over to her friend and, sexily sticking her ass out next to the redhead’s. She joined in, jerking Jared’s huge black cock with her hands. He shut his eyes and was clearly enjoying it. Someone whispered:

“Lucky son of a bitch…”

Will be continued