Taya's heart raced as she read Jamal's text, her fingers trembling slightly as she held her phone. The message was clear: she was to attend a party, a celebration for his nephew's football team, and she was the main attraction. The thought both terrified and excited her. She knew what was expected of her, and the idea of being used by a group of young, athletic black men sent a shiver down her spine.

As she prepared for the evening, Taya's mind wandered to the first time she had submitted to Jamal's desires. It had been a transformative experience, one that had awakened a side of her she never knew existed. She recalled the feel of Jamal's strong hands on her body, the roughness of his touch, and the way he had dominated her. That night, she had been introduced to Tyree and Malik, and the memory of their cocks filling her, one after the other, still brought a flush to her cheeks.

Now, as she slipped into a tight, revealing dress, Taya felt a sense of pride. She was Jamal's secret weapon, his white whore, and he relied on her to satisfy his nephews and their friends. The thought of being passed around, of being used for their pleasure, made her wet. She knew she was cheating on Will, but the guilt was non-existent. Instead, she felt a sense of power, a thrill that came from living this double life.

The party was in full swing when Taya arrived. The music was loud, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat and lust. Jamal greeted her with a smirk, his dark eyes gleaming with anticipation. "They're waiting for you, baby. Show them what you've got."

Taya took a deep breath, her nerves tingling with excitement. She stepped into the center of the room, the eyes of the football team fixed upon her. They were a sea of dark skin and muscular bodies, their smiles revealing perfect white teeth. She felt like a prize, a trophy to be won.

"Gentlemen," Jamal announced, his voice commanding attention. "This is Taya. She's here to celebrate your victory. Show her a good time, and she'll show you an even better one."

The team erupted in cheers, their voices a chorus of approval. Taya felt her face heat up, but she maintained her composure, her eyes scanning the room, taking in the sight of these young, virile men.

One by one, Jamal introduced them. There was Xavier, the team captain, his broad shoulders and chiseled jaw making Taya's mouth water. Then came Marcus, a tall, lean player with a mischievous grin, and Tyrese, whose biceps seemed to strain against his shirt. Each introduction sent a jolt of anticipation through her.

"Dance for them, Taya," Jamal instructed, his hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the center of the room.

The music pulsed through her body as she began to move, her hips swaying to the beat. She ran her hands along her thighs, slowly making her way up to her breasts, teasing the neckline of her dress. The players watched, their eyes hungry, as she gyrated, her body a temptation they couldn't resist.

As the song reached its climax, Taya felt a hand on her waist, pulling her close. It was Xavier, his breath hot on her neck. "You're even more beautiful up close," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear.

She smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Then why don't you find out what else I can do?"

The team needed no further encouragement. Hands reached out, pulling her closer, their touches electric. Taya found herself in the center of a circle, the players forming a tight knot around her. She was passed from one pair of strong arms to another, each man taking a turn to grind against her, their cocks hardening against her body.

Marcus spun her around, his hands gripping her hips. "Let's see what you've got, Taya," he challenged, his eyes daring her.

She didn't need to be asked twice. With a swift motion, she dropped to her knees, her dress riding up her thighs. The team cheered as she reached for Marcus's belt, her fingers nimble as she undid it. His pants were soon around his ankles, and she was greeted by the sight of his thick, erect cock.

Taya took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft, her tongue swirling. Marcus groaned, his hands tangling in her hair as she deep-throated him, her skills honed from countless encounters. The other players watched, their breaths coming in short gasps, as she bobbed her head, her mouth working its magic.

One by one, the players joined in, each taking their turn to feed their cocks into her willing mouth. Taya became a blur of lips and tongue, her head moving in a rhythmic motion, her moans of pleasure muffled by the flesh she worshipped.

As the oral feast continued, the atmosphere grew more heated. The players' desires escalated, and Taya was lifted to her feet, her dress now a mere accessory. Hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and wandering down to her core.

Tyrese pushed her against the wall, his body pressing against hers. "I want to feel you around me," he growled, his voice thick with need.

Taya spread her legs, welcoming him. He entered her with one swift thrust, his cock filling her, stretching her. She cried out, her head falling back as he began to move, his hips snapping with urgency. The other players formed a semi-circle, their eyes glued to the sight of Tyrese pounding into her, her breasts bouncing with each impact.

The rhythm of the music seemed to match the pace of their fucking, the bass thumping in time with Tyrese's thrusts. Taya's nails dug into his shoulders, her body on fire, as she met his pace, her hips rising to greet each stroke.

As Tyrese neared his climax, Xavier stepped forward, his cock already at the ready. "My turn," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

Taya was quickly passed from one man to the next, her body a playground for their pleasure. Each player took their turn, their cocks varying in size and shape, but all equally eager to claim her. She was a vessel for their release, her moans and cries of pleasure egging them on.

The night became a blur of flesh and sweat, of grunts and groans, and the slap of skin on skin. Taya was a whirlwind of sensation, her body a conduit for their collective lust. She lost count of the number of times she came, her orgasms blending into one continuous wave of pleasure.

Finally, as the last player spent himself inside her, Taya collapsed, her body spent and satisfied. The team cheered, their voices hoarse, as they high-fived each other, their cocks softening but still proud.

Jamal approached, a satisfied smile on his face. "You did good, baby. They'll be talking about this night for a long time." He pulled her close, his lips brushing her forehead. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. You've earned your 10%."

Taya smiled, her body still buzzing with the aftermath of their passion. As Jamal led her away, she felt a sense of pride and satisfaction. She had pleased them all, and the thought of being their shared secret, their white whore, only added to her arousal.

Later, as she lay in Jamal's bed, her body sore but sated, she received a text from him. "Nephew's happy. You're their new good luck charm. Be ready for more parties."

Taya smiled, her fingers tracing patterns on Jamal's chest. "I live to serve," she replied, her voice laced with satisfaction.

The night had been a success, and as she drifted off to sleep, Taya knew that her double life would only become more thrilling. The thought of Will, oblivious to her secrets, only added to the excitement. She was Jamal's whore, and she loved every minute of it.