As I closed the deal with the two Chambers' executives, I thanked them for their business - a large order for our new lingerie line - and looked on as Alan Chambers put pen to paper and signed the binding order contract.
Relieved, having driven the 25 miles to secure it, I shook both their hands, assured them that the order would be delivered within a month and bade them goodnight, which it subsequently was.
Mid-autumn, as it then was in South East England, was pleasantly mild for the time of year, although it had been known to change quite dramatically and unexpectedly. Three years ago in mid-November, winter, and with it, three days of snow came early. As I left their offices with the time a while after five-o-clock, it was quite mild. Almost dark, but not cold, either; well, not at all, actually.
I run the business with Angela, a close former college friend of mine. We invested quite a lot of capital into the venture, and while she takes care of the IT and website side of things I help Angela with designing the lingerie and hustle for sales and contracts with companies like Chambers. I even modelled one of our latest creations for them. I would never stoop to having sex with a client to make a sale. Totally unprofessional and unlikely to earn respect; either for me, our company, or securing orders. Nevertheless, I wish, I dream, I fantasize, especially with someone as fanciable as Alan Chambers.
Inside my 4-door Nissan, I started the engine, turned on the radio and pulled out of the visitors parking lot. The station I had it set to, especially for the early evening drive, was S-X (SEX ) FM. They play a lot of funk, soul and the like with sexual overtones, ‘Sexual healing' by Marvin Gaye, Barry White with his deep sexy voice and the artist; Prince, as he was known before the ‘slave' bust up with his record company. It was a bit early for some of his more raunchy songs: ‘Head', ‘Lady cab driver' and, my favourite, ‘Let's pretend we're married', which has the line: ‘I sincerely want to fuck the taste right out of your mouth', in it.
After a couple of tunes, ‘Come', came on the radio, and, well, we all know what that's about, while, and just thinking about Alan as I drove along at a steady speed, my black thong, the one he and Trevor had seen me model, had become slightly moist around the gusset.
When I'm visiting clients, I tend to, especially when I finish as late as I had, stop off and have an early evening meal, and that night was no different. Having parked my car outside a McDonald's drive-in restaurant combo, I gathered up my bag, alighted from my car and presently locked it.
Since I was still wearing the sexy lingerie underneath my other clothes, I first went to the ladies. There, I unbuttoned my tight fitting blouse and unzipped the black basque I had on. Rather than a conventional one, the type that has a line of hooks and eyes down the back, I suggested a zip down the right side to Angela, that being the side of a woman that most men should be sat on. It had a black lace front over a white panel and a red bow at the top. The cups both separated and pushed my 38C breasts up perfectly while covering all that was needed.
All that left were the garter straps, which I unhooked from a pair of lace top black hold ups, that way they remained in place once the basque had been removed and research showed that men like a woman in just stockings.
With my blouse once more buttoned up, I checked how I looked in the mirror and made a few adjustments. My braless tits held their shape and even, unencumbered as they were, jutted out while the beige material dimpled from my semi-erect nipples.
"Good evening—Miss," Ted greeted me, his eyes catching sight of my boobs immediately.
"Hi, Ted. Yes, I'd like a Big mac, fries and a diet cock...sorry, coke, definitely coke," I corrected myself. Luckily, there was no one either side of him, otherwise...! ‘Was I that horny,' I wondered to myself, as I waited, and in no time at all Ted had my evening meal wrapped up for me.
"Thank you, Ted," I said, and gleamed a warm smile at him with my white teeth before turning on my heels and finding an empty table.
By the time I left the restaurant, my hunger, at least, satisfied, it was twenty minutes past six. Back on the road, when I turned on the radio, I heard the familiar long intro of ‘Never gonna give you up' by Barry White thump out. I just love that bass intro, quite pulsing and sexy. ‘Deeper and deeper...' I accompanied the late, great walrus of love, as I drove along. Although the road was clear and straight, with tunes like that one and ‘Orgasm' by Prince, I was certainly in no hurry.
Anita Baker, Janet Jackson and J Lo, all followed. I was too much into enjoying the sounds coming from my car's speakers to avoid what happened next; it was dark after all. ‘Pop', I heard, then a slow hiss, and finally a strange noise; one that caused me to stop, turn off the engine, undo my seatbelt and see what had happened.
‘A flat. What the fuck do I know about changing a tyre,' I worried, only to take out my mobile phone. I certainly wasn't going to embarrass myself by calling out someone to change it for me. Instead, I searched on the internet and found some instructions.
‘Right. Jack up the car, undo the wheel nuts, remove the flat and fit the spare. Yeah, piece of cake,' I told myself, confidently, and then went to the boot. After putting up the reflective breakdown signs, I took out the jack and then the thing for loosening the nuts. Although I cranked the car up high enough, I could in no way budge the nuts. Not one of them moved. "Come on, come on, come—on!" I exasperated.
‘Now, what?' I said to myself, my hands on my hips as I gazed down at the unmoved tyre. I looked at my watch. It was just coming up to 7pm. Early enough for someone to come along and help a damsel in distress, I cheered myself up before slinking back in my car...
10, 12 and 15 minutes must have gone by, quickly. ‘Justify my love' was playing on the radio. In desperation, I got out, stood on the lower door frame and looked around for a light, any light from a building. None, not a one, no building.
Just then, I noticed movement along the road from where I had come. There were no lights around to illuminate a very deserted road. It was dark but, yes, I could make out the whites of someone's eyes, several, in fact, while two of them were wearing a not so dark ‘hoody' type top.
Not being one to pre-judge someone for what they wore, Mark and Ray, two of our employees, both wore hooded tops, my eyes lit up and I emitted a welcome smile. They were all quite fit and sure to be able to help and I would be both thankful and rewarding of their time.
"Hi, I'm Chelsea," I intoned, by way of an introduction. They didn't say much, just realised my predicament.
"I can't shift the nuts, guys," I told them. "If you could help, I'll be most grateful, I'll even give you a ride," I offered, as an inducement.
"This is big George," their spokesman introduced him. Big, he certainly was. All muscles, which flexed against the sleeves of his hooded top when he stretched his arms to loosen each of the tight nuts and then again, afterwards, as I looked on smiling at his accomplishment.
With the spare tyre fitted and the flat, along with the tools, stored in the boot, I thanked them, even though George had done all the work, and asked where I could take them.
"You offered us a ride, Chelsea," Zac, their leader, said, as if reminding me.
"Yes, so where would you like me to take you?" I iterated.
"Do you know where bootyville is, pussy-catz, even? How about ben-dover?" he said, crudely.
"I don't...that's not what...I meant." No, but they clearly had a different sort of ride in mind for me.
I was stunned speechless and frozen at what Zac then did. He had obviously noticed from my prominent nipples that I wasn't wearing a bra. Rather than start at the top of my part unbuttoned blouse (I had left the top two undone when I put it back on earlier), he went straight for where the strap beneath a bra would be and exposed my warm white flesh, which contrasted against and with that of his black hand and nimble fingers.
"No bra, lads. She must be a slut, one that's looking for the sort of ride we like, right," he intoned, his voice far from menacing.
Work and all that running a business involved, and a somewhat sexy, erotic one at that, took its toll. I hadn't been laid, had a half decent fuck, even, in some weeks. They certainly seemed decent enough, despite Zac's crudity and forwardness, and as ‘Erotic city' (‘Fuck so pretty you and me...we can fuck until the dawn') by Sheila E drifted out of my car's speakers, I found myself unable to resist as hands from almost everywhere undid the remaining buttons and were soon mauling and kneading my firm warm naked breasts.
They were hungry, voracious, even, and sooner than I had expected my soft sensual nipples were being bathed and sucked on. My blouse, although it had been drawn back, was preventing me from offering up any form of resistance and, likewise, any encouragement as a pleasurable wave rolled down my body and settled in the very core of my pussy, which had to be wet.
Teeth, albeit welcome guarded ones, were grazing my nipples as I came to terms with their unexpected debauchery of my body. ‘Turn that up,' one of them said, and moments later ‘Sexual healing' was sounding out. If that wasn't enough, I noticed a nuance of a climax weave its way up and over my body.
The cold evening air drifted over my shapely round ass and around my thighs and knees, signalling that my skirt had been undone. All the same, they made no attempt to draw my shoed feet from it and so the garment lay on the grass, where, I dare say, I would be when they fucked their long black dicks to me. Would I be gangbanged by them? Would I have to take them two, three, four at a time? As I considered that and felt a warm hand cup the front of my matching black lacy thong, my arousal juices and those from my cum, dribbled out.
Hands that had been idle, stroked, slapped and mauled my buttocks. In quite some while, and even though they were mildly rough with their attention, my body was alive. They were pleasuring me and not the other way around. I love cock. I love the way it feels. Its warmth, its texture, its boldness, its elasticity while being hard, almost, something that only black men have. More than that, I love how it feels in my mouth, between my warm moist lips and as it slides down my throat. None of that yet, though, but sure as night follows day I would get my just desserts, eventually.
Another hand joined the first and between them, my cunt lips and clit were pleasurably stroked. That made me gasp and pleasure enveloped me as I leant back against the car and gave myself to yet another climax.
The one stroking my pussy, upon feeling my warmth permeate, announced that I had cum. That signalled things, and my nipples were suddenly neglected as all attention focussed on my treasure box. There was no special key to unlock it, just a universal one that all men had, although, not all men, from my experience, knew how to use it.
Rough manly fingers and accompanying thumbs clawed at almost every part of my thong's waistband. When it was down past my upper thighs the dampness of the gusset caused it to momentarily stick before pinging down. My shaved cunt lips and moist pussy mound were on display. A crooked finger and suddenly another were hooked up inside me. The sudden unexpected effect caused me to release a sigh, a shocked one, the type when your breath is taken away, but in a purely sexual manner.
Moments later, I was turned to the side. I knew what had to be coming, the why and wherefore of my being reposed as I was. Fingers, wet from my sex, left me and then others invaded and replaced them. Hands drew my ass cheeks apart and the juiced up fingers teased an entry to my virgin ass. ‘Why, why was I letting them do that of all things,' I moaned and groaned. It was their fingers, at least, quite something else, something indescribable, something taboo and dirty. ‘Emn, I rather, oh yes, more, love dirty,' I regaled, as fingers subjected me to a most delicious DP; a double penetration. One that soon had me flexing my knees and thighs up and down as I fucked myself on their adroit fingers and soon came as a result.
"Your turn," Zac uttered from inside my car, as he turned on the headlights.
‘What turn, what, why the lights?' my mind raced, only for the fingers to leave me and big George escort me to a point some two yards in front of my car and the lamps. They evidently wanted a show. Watch me excite myself for them. My nipples, my pussy, my clit, make myself cum for them.
For several long moments, I stood there still and naked, save for my shoes, which had a good five-inch heel and my black hold ups - my blouse having since been removed. Not quite the deer caught in the headlights, but...!
Three of them, I only got Zac's and big George's names, were stroking impressive cocks, which had been and were still straining against their jog bottoms; George, in particular. That appeared to give me the incentive I needed - funny, how a hard-on does that for some women - and without further thought or concern, I was pulling on and rolling my left nipple while I stroked my fingers, in pairs, down either side of my cum sticky lips and clit, which was both horny and firm - horny for cock, mind.
"Fuck!" I heard Zac cry out an exclamation, but continued, all the same, my mind concentrative on making myself cum for them as I gazed through a sexual haze. As I did, I made out hands stroking what looked like black sceptres. I was almost there when, from my car's speakers, I heard: ‘Erotic city', again!
Before I had a chance to further calibrate my thoughts, my fingers were jabbing in and out of my pussy. I brought my left hand down and took over thrumming my clit. I sank to my knees, my lower legs parallel with the road and my body inclined back as I was overcome and similarly taken by a glorious climax, how much was down to my appreciative audience, well...!
I finished by raising my fingers up and over my mouth. I then, extending my tongue, licked and then sucked my cum sticky fingers, which glistened in the headlights and then stopped. Zac had found my Prince CD, the one I had compiled. They weren't all his raunchy numbers, and as the second track, ‘Let's go crazy', started, I got to my feet and strolled over to them, my legs tautened by the heels on my shoes.
I was ready for cock, five big long black ones, no doubt. My pussy was dripping wet and in need of something firm up her while my mouth was also flexible to such invitations.
"Wo!" their appreciative voices rang out, when I was almost amongst them. I fanned each one out before squatting down and then lauded over their black dicks; the sceptres I had noticed being stroked in readiness.
Hands grabbed my head and a cock was directed to my mouth. My lips parted and slipped around the thick hunk of warm flesh. My arms were grabbed and I was directed to grasp a wrist with my other hand, submissively. From there, I was motioned back and forth on one black dick after another and for several minutes each. I was throat fucked by each and every one of their long big black cocks and I enjoyed every moment; even big George, and he was quite a mouthful.
After that, big George hoisted me onto the hood of my car and I was laid back on it. A warm black cock from each side filled my hands. As I stroked them in readiness to fuck me, Zac stepped forward and positioned himself between my splayed thighs.
I sighed, wantonly, when I felt, not his warm cock against my sex but his warm wet tongue, his right hand around my upper thigh both holding me open and stroking my clit. It seemed he was determined to make me cum, first, and with my nipples and tits once more being ministered to by tongues, mouths and fingers, I came hard.
I was rolled over and drawn down. Almost instantly my pussy was filled with a much-needed warmth, a hard long cock filled me and I immediately pushed back. They had sexed me up beyond even my expectancy and I wanted a good hard fuck, several if possible from each one of them. A hand slapped on my shoulder and another grasped my gathered up hair.
‘Slap,' rang out loud in the mid-evening air as the forcefulness of being railed caused his groin to hit against my buttocks each time he thrust and swung himself forward. I had my hands braced on the hood so that I received every trembling shock wave while his balls slapped against my horny distended clit.
I was taken like that, gang fucked by each one of them. When it came to big George's turn, though, I was urged to, not just move my shoed feet further apart but to lay my upper body on the hood and hold myself open with my hands. ‘Surely he wasn't, he wouldn't go near my virgin ass,' I worried. Instead, George had to have grasped the hilt of his black sceptre, as that, in turn, made both the shaft and glans swell. When he subsequently pushed into me, I thought he would actually split me.
Juices or something from somewhere inside my pussy streamed down and made it all the more tolerable. ‘She likes that,' Zac egged him on. To be truthful, I did. Big George was well-named and well fucking my dripping wet pussy. His balls were heavy and they sent shock waves through me each time they bounced up and slapped my clit; I even, to my surprise, came from it. I then moved my hand onto his right flank and urged George to go deeper, to go harder, and together, while the other four watched, I received a good hard powerful reaming from his long thick black dick.
Afterwards, after I had yet again cum, he withdrew himself from my wet cunt. I was subsequently turned around and motioned down before him. I both knew and welcomed what was expected of me.
Although I'd already had a mouthful of George, this time, he was slick from having reamed my pussy. I bided my time as I slithered my tongue tip around his shiny black helmet and tasted my sweet cunt juices on him. I then held George's big black cock vertical against his abdomen. Having yet again teased his balls, the ones that had slapped my clit and contributed to facilitating my climaxes, I ran my tongue up and down his long black sceptre, his trouser snake, his big black dick several times. Then, when I did eventually take his swollen black meat between my lips, hands again, one bunching up my hair while another added to urging me, motioned me forward and back as I grasped George's hips and joined in fucking my mouth and throat on his firm erection.
"She likes sucking big black dick, also," one of the others announced.
Shortly thereafter, I once more found myself bent over the hood of my Nissan. What with my arms being drawn down, I expected to have each hand filled with a warm cock as my tits bulged on the warm surface. Instead, and as ‘Lady cab driver' started to play, I felt what I realised was oil from a can I kept in the glove compartment along with the CD that was playing.
The oil felt sensual as it was smeared over my buttocks. I then felt the slick fingers part spread my ass cheeks. When I sensed it trickle down my curple I shivered, expectantly. Immediately, a finger from one of them pressed against my virgin asshole; my tight opening. More oil joined it and the finger soon slipped inside my tight anus. A second one followed it and a third subsequently joined the others. The fingers were long and thick and another four were thrust into my wet cunt. I was being DP'd by fingers and then I felt a slap on each cheek. Although the oil took most of the sting out of them, the force, nonetheless, caused me to flex down on the fingers in my pussy and then flex up my ass to the others. I reached a notable orgasm from what they were doing, only for the fingers to be withdrawn and leave me gasping and catching my breath.
My hands, as I continued to recover, were drawn up onto my buttocks where they replaced those that had held my tight hole open to them. I was enjoined to open myself up even more and then more of the oil was trailed on my anus.
Zac craned himself over me. "Ever had a black dick up your ass, Chelsea," he gloated. I was speechless.
"You'll like it," he exclaimed, and I waited.
"I said - You'll like it," he hissed in my ear.
"I like it," I rejoined. "I like big black dick up my ass. Fuck me. Stick your black dick...!"
Just then, before I could complete my words of encouragement, it happened. A cock, a big black one, was introduced to my tight little hole and in it slipped with sublime ease.
"Fuck, yes," I cried out, shaking almost, and then jerked my head and upper body up; my bedraggled hair bouncing back as I did.
I was on the end of a pleasurable commanding ass fuck as my anal virginity was taken and with no noticeable discomfort. One after the other they each took a turn in my tightest of holes, the groin of each slapping against the rise of my buttocks while his heavy balls excited my clit with each firm humid and sweaty slap until there was only one left. Big fucking George. For his go, I was turned back over. I would see him coming at me as I held myself open for his cock monster to ream my ass.
"Ooo," the others swooned, when he moved between my almost vertical outstretched legs as I held myself invitingly open for big George to plunder my anal dungeon.
The only discomfort was that from my sharp fingernails, which dug into my round mounds of flesh. Another squirt of the oil was presently followed by my ass being pushed open by a black turgid cockhead.
"Emn," I cried a sigh, as more of George's black mamba was urged up inside my asshole. I relished the ease with which I was opened up under the pressure until it was almost all the way in.
Hands took my legs and, with them forming a ‘V' shape, they were drawn further back. Then, as he drove deeper into me, I decided it was worth it.
"See how the little slut likes it," one of them exclaimed.
"I like it, I like it. Fuck my ass, fuck my ass," I cried out, as I took and got a most thrilling ass nailing from George while the other two, including Zac, on either side of me, sucked, bit and lashed my nipples with their tongues and George stroked my clit and kept up the pressure fuck with his blackness.
After the resulting orgasm, things became a euphoric haze, of sorts. I was positioned over big George who filled my pussy like a glove. I then had my first three way; a cock in all my holes and with them moving around my horny body. I got a taste of where they had been and I felt them shower me with their warm sticky black cum juice and received a mouthful of delicious creamy white spunk from both Zac and George.
They left me as I was, naked, save for my hold ups and shoes. I mellowed out in the front of my car where I took some time to compose myself. The last thing I remember was Zac calling out: ‘Thanks for the ride, Chelsea.'
When I opened my eyes, I was surprised to notice I was dressed. Not just that, but the car was angled up on the other side. ‘Wow! That was some dream,' I realised, and then checked my watch. 7:45. Just then, I noticed I was wet and reached into my thong. ‘Very wet.'
Movement in my rear view mirror as I casually stroked my clit, caught my attention. ‘At last, help,' I regaled, and withdrew my sticky fingers. Stood by the kerbside, I watched as a group of five youths ambled along the grass verge. Three of them were dark skinned while the other two I had noticed were white.
They were quite helpful. Not a Zac or George among them. In no time at all, the spare tyre had been fitted and the flat, along with the tools and breakdown signs, was stowed in the boot of my car.
"Since you're heading my way," I chanced, my clit throbbing needingly as the butterflies in my stomach flitted around, and just as ‘When doves cry' came on the radio, "would you kind lads like a lift?" I offered, expecting more, something like...!
"Shall we?" Ray asked them.
Not wanting to lose out on such a coincidental situation - at two points when my flat tyre was being changed, I actually pinched myself to make sure I wasn't, again, lost in a dream - I summoned up the nerve to suggest: "Have you heard of erotic city...!" No. "What about, bend me over and fuck me," I added.
That did it - got their attention - not there, though, as we all managed to pile into my Nissan. It was a bit tight, what with three of us in the front, me driving and with Ray's hand on my thigh, which soon explored high up and in my moist thong.
Parked up outside someone's house, I was lead inside where two other black hosts, brothers, were, and where I enjoyed much the same and more from a ‘magnificent seven' hard dicks.
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