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Lindsay's Valentine's Day Surprise Party : Sequel to Lindsay's New Year's Surprise.

My girlfriend Lindsay is a sexy little thing. She's 5'4" with jet black hair (though she sometimes tints it with blonde highlights), full 34D breasts, an olive complexion, sparkling green eyes and a tight little ass. Everyone I know wants to fuck her, but I'd always managed to keep her for myself. Then everything changed. Last New Year's Eve we found ourselves at a party in Compton where dozens of big black guys I DIDN't know DID fuck her, very much against her will. She'd been a little too drunk and had been gang ****d by every guy at the party. I don't know how many cocks she serviced that night. My guess is forty or fifty. Including mine. We've never talked about that night, but watching a bunch of thugs **** my girlfriend and seeing (and hearing) how many orgasms she had during the ordeal, had a profound effect on me. I vowed to myself that I'd recreate the experience. In fact, I became obsessed with the idea.

The Plan
Valentine's Day seemed like the perfect opportunity to make it happen. A bunch of the guys from the party kept in touch by email. Understandably, they were at least as motivated to see Lindsay gang ****d again as I was. They'd all promised to bring their friends. In fact, so many of the guys promised to bring so many friends that I began to worry that things might get out of hand. These were some big, serious guys from one of the toughest neighborhoods in LA. This time the "party" would be at our house at the beach in LA's South Bay, a very "whitebread" neighborhood. What could go wrong?

One of the new developments after the New Year's Eve party was that Lindsay had started asking me to tie her up and "****" her. Who was I to say no? Despite this, Lindsay never once mentioned what had happened to her on New Year's Eve. She'd been really drunk when the first of them took her, and they kept her drinking and smoking pot throughout the night. I supposed it was possible that she really didn't remember the details and was too embarrassed to ask.

Valentines Day would be different though. There'd be no excuse that it had just been the result of stumbling into the wrong place at the wrong time. It would be obvious that I'd organized this... that I'd arranged for the violent sexual assault of my innocent girlfriend by scores of thugs from the hood. I was concerned what it would do to our relationship. I thought sure I'd be able to keep her "safe", if you consider thugs using her body two and three at a time against her will "safe". But the truth is, I was hooked by that time. It was hard to imagine a way out of it, though I admit I didn't try very hard.

Secretly, I was relying on the fact that New Years seemed to have released a monster in Lindsay. She'd grown more and more infatuated with bondage and with me completely dominating her in bed. We'd started out with a little light bondage in our bedroom. Before long, Lindsay was encouraging me to take it further.

Being the industrious type (OK, perhaps obsessive is more accurate), I'd outfitted our guest bedroom as a bit of a bondage den. The bed was fitted with various restraints. The dresser had been replaced by a cabinet with handcuffs, floggers, whips, vibrators... every kinky implement of domination I'd been able to find cruising the sex shops in Hollywood and online stores like extremerestraints.com. Did you know you can buy BDSM gear from Amazon.com... delivered for free the same day? What a country!

Frankly, Lindsay and I had not played with the vast majority of the toys I'd stocked our playroom with. Throughout January and the beginning of February, we'd gone so far as to tie her in various positions where I'd get her worked up with some light flogging and a vibrator or two, until she was begging to cum. Sometimes we'd blindfold her, which seemed to really get her hot. Then I'd just climb on and fuck her until we were both exhausted. It was pretty vanilla stuff, really, but she came like crazy and couldn't get enough of it. And, more and more, she moaned about **** when she came. "Oh God, please don't **** me!" she'd pant as I used her. She'd pull against the restraints until her body shuddered and she screamed in a violent orgasm.

I really couldn't tell how much she remembered about New Years Eve. The night had obviously changed her, and it had changed our sex lives for the better. We played out our little private, unspoken **** fantasy nearly every night. The entire time, though, I found myself fantasizing about what would happen on Valentine's Day. When Lindsay was tied there on the bed, helpless, I imagined what it was going to be like when it wasn't just me using her. I imagined what it was going to be like to see my beautiful, sexy, helpless girlfriend gang ****d in our guest room by countless big black thugs from Compton.

I put a lot of energy into making that happen, and into capturing the moment on video when it did. I fitted the room with six high resolution video cameras and microphones that transmitted to a ridiculously expensive video controller. That, in turn fed a DVR which could be accessed by every TV and and iPad in the house. I had been paid a pretty healthy year-end bonus at work and, by Valentine's Day, I'd spent every last nickel of it on the bondage room and video gear.

All in all the guest room was a huge success. And it was a critical part of my Valentines Day plan. As I mentioned, Lindsay and I had had some real fun in "the guest room". We'd established a "safe word" and we both discovered that Lindsay was quite a bondage slut. She loved feeling helpless as I had my way with her. We also had a fine time watching our private, self-produced, high resolution BDSM videos. She thought it was a fun and "kinky" way to spice up our sex life. What she didn't know about was my, by then, insatiable need to see her gang ****d again... about my plan for a very special Valentine's Day Surprise Party.

I'd been communicating via email with several new "pen pals" from New Year's Eve. These were the guys who said they had groups of friends and homies who, after seeing video of Lindsay's New Year's gang **** had "volunteered" to attend a followup party. I know. Big surprise. One of the guys suggested charging a cover charge. He thought guys he knew would easily pay $100 for a turn with Lindsay and if 100 guys showed, that would be some serious cash. An entrepreneur is born. Next stop, the Rotary Club.

I decided I really liked the idea of a cover charge but $100 seemed like I was running some kind of prostitution ring. I DID like the idea of a bunch of strangers paying a couple of bucks each to **** her. It sounded deliciously humiliating to Lindsay and I was sure that the idea of it would make her even hornier than usual. I decided on a $2 cover charge. I even went to Kinkos and had a sign made up to hang on the wall next to an empty ice bucket at the door. I also put together an invitation and sent a PDF of it to all of my Compton pen pals and asked them to send it to to all of their friends.


I picked up a prepaid cell phone for the RSVP number. I'd responded to more than thirty five text messages by Valentines Day morning. It seemed like things had really gotten out of hand. If every RSVP each brought just one friend, Lindsay would be servicing seventy cocks that night. And a lot of them said they were bringing four or five. I wasn't sure poor Lindsay's body would hold up to hundreds of ****s.

Among my new "pen pals" was David G., the white guy we'd gone to the New Year's Eve party with. The guy who'd got the gang **** ball rolling to begin with. It turned out that he lived in Hermosa Beach, just a few blocks to the south of us. He and I discussed the Valentine's Day plan and he asked if I needed any help organizing things. I invited him to the house while Lindsay was at work and showed him the guest room. While he and I watched some of the video from New Years (and some of me playing with Lindsay in the guest room), we decided that he'd show up and babysit the house at 6PM or so. That way he could answer the door and show our guests from Compton to the living room, our designated hiding place for when I brought Lindsay home and took her up to the guest room for her "surprise". I gave him a combination to the electronic door lock on our back door and a passcode to the alarm. The guests were instructed to arrive via the back alley, so they wouldn't run into Lindsay and me before it was time.

As the day approached, Lindsay and I had discussed our Valentine's Day with great excitement. I made reservations for dinner at Flemings, one of her favorite restaurants. She was really looking forward to it and said she was also really looking forward to "time in the guest room" afterward. That was our little code phrase for me having my way with her in the new bondage room. When Valentine's Day arrived, I sent her two dozen roses at work with a note that said "Please be my guest for dinner and some fun afterwards."

Lindsay called me at about three in the afternoon and said "'Be my guest...' Very funny. I'm not sure I can wait for the guest room. I need you to fuck me RIGHT NOW! I just spent twenty minutes using my little pocket vibrator on myself in the ladys room at work. I'm so wet I'm sure my coworkers can smell how horny I am. When are you picking me up?" The plan was for me to swing by her office at six thirty to pick her up for a seven o'clock reservation at Flemings. She had to stay a little late to get a project done and I figured picking her up at work would keep us away from the house and the guest room until it was time. "Can you come right now? Seriously! I am REALLY horny!" "I'm sorry honey, I really can't get there before 6:30 at this point. Do you have enough batteries to last that long?" She said "Very funny. You're an asshole! If you're not careful I'll be too exhausted to even touch your dick tonight!" she laughed. I thought to myself "You have no idea how true that's going to be." "OK. Six thirty as planned" she said."Please don't be late."

The damned prepaid phone really started to ring like crazy as the day wore on. By 6 o'clock I'd responded to a bunch more RSVPs. At 6:30, waiting for Lindsay in front of her office, I turned the phone off. I figured that I had to cut things off at some point and there was no way I could explain the extra phone and constant text messages to Lindsay. My rough estimate was that I'd answered 54 RSVPs. I had no idea what that meant in terms of people actually showing up, or in terms of how Lindsay would cope with it.

The Dinner
Valentines Day was on a Tuesday this year. I picked Lindsay up at her office at 6:30. She'd changed into a stunning low-cut little black dress that was slit up one side, revealing her entire long leg when she climbed into the car. I told her "Wow! You look incredible!" "Thank you! Unfortunately I forgot to wear panties" she laughed. "That IS unfortunate. I may just **** you at the restaurant." She smirked "Well it had better be soon. I really need to be fucked." We got to Flemings by 7 for our reservation but, it being Valentine's Day, they were running behind. We had a couple of drinks and were seated at about 7:45.

Determined to make sure Lindsay was pretty drunk by the time we got home, I ordered another round of drinks. Then I gave her a blue gift box from Tiffany's. "Happy Valentine's Day. Will you be my Valentine?" Lindsay's eyes lit up. In the box was a platinum necklace with a diamond heart pendant. She gasped "Oh, this is BEAUTIFUL!" I stood up, walked behind her, and helped her clasp it around her neck. She turned and kissed me. "I'll ALWAYS be your Valentine!" she said.

About that time, I got a text message from David on my main phone. It just said "27". Twenty-seven guys were waiting at the house. OK. Not TOO many. So far, so good.

We ordered and the main course came. I was careful to order an extra drink for Lindsay, and then another. By the time the chocolate soufflé came, she was three Martinis ahead and working on her fourth. I commented about how sexy she looked in her low cut dress. She responded by pushing her breasts up and pulling the dress down so that it barely covered her nipples. The waiter couldn't help staring when he brought the check. I said to him "Don't you think my girl looks fantastic in that dress?" "Yes sir, she really does" he said. When he'd left, Lindsay said "Jesus, he looked like he wanted to jump me right here at the table!" "He's not the only one" I said. "If you don't take me home right now and have your way with me" she smirked "I swear I'm gonna give myself to the waiter." I can't remember the valet ever taking quite so long to bring the car. While we waited, another text message from David arrived. "63". Sixty-three! I thought for a second about just taking Lindsay to a hotel and spending a nice romantic night alone with her. When we got in the car, though, I drove us to the house.

The Party
We got home just before 10PM. Lindsay was fairly drunk but that didn't stop her from pulling me quickly up the stairs when we got home. When we got to the guest room she jumped on the bed. I said "Stand up and take off that dress. Now." She did as she was told. She climbed off the bed and stood facing me. Biting her lower lip, she slowly peeled the dress down off her shoulders, exposing her magnificent tits. Then she slowly worked the dress down over her hips and stepped out of it. She stood in front of me, stark naked and she was a sight to see. "Turn around. Slowly. Let me see that sexy ass."

She did as she was told. When her tight little ass was facing me, it was all I could do to not just push her face down on the guest bed and take her. She kept turning until she was facing me again. "Why are your nipples so hard Lindsay? Are you aroused thinking about what's going to happen to you tonight?" "Oh God yes!" "I want you to pinch your nipples and tell me what you want to happen to you."

"Oh... kay..." she whispered. Tentatively she took hold of her left nipple with the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. Staring at me, still biting her lip, she said "You're going to tie me to the bed so I can't escape. Then you're going to **** me! You're going to **** me any way you want all night long. You're going to treat me like a fuck slave. You're going to use me any nasty way you want to."

"That's exactly right Lindsay. You're gonna be ****d, all night long. You're going to be a used all night like a helpless fuck slave. Does that make you wet, Lindsay?"

"Oh God yes!" she gasped.

"Show me. Move your feet apart. Open up that horny little cunt of yours and show me how wet it is."

And she did. She used two fingers to open her labia so I could see the slick walls of her vagina. She was wetter than I'd ever seen her. Moisture actually coated the inside of her thighs.

"Finger fuck yourself Lindsay. Now... Do it."

She closed her eyes and inserted the middle finger of her right hand between her labia and into her cunt. She started slowly pumping the finger in and out of herself.

"Open your eyes and look at me when you do that. And squeeze those nipples."

My sexy, green eyed girlfriend opened her eyes and looked into mine. She twisted her nipple while she finger fucked herself. "Can you tell how wet I am?" she whispered.

"I can. Fuck yourself Lindsay. Get yourself ready to be used. But don't you DARE let yourself cum! If you cum without my permission I will flog that pussy until you pass out. Do you understand?"

"Yes... yes sir."

I watched her finger fuck herself and tweak her nipples until she was shaking.

"Please... please can I cum?" she gasped. "Please, I need to cum!!"

"No. There'll be plenty of time for you to cum. Go lay on the bed with that pillow under your hips. And spread those legs wide.

She did as she was told and lay down, face up, on the bed. Soon her long legs were bound to the corner bedposts by leather restraints so she was exposed and vulnerable. The camera at the foot of the bed and a view deep inside that wet little pussy of hers. I knew our guests in the living room were watching the feed on the big screen TV. I imagined some cocks were getting stiff down there.

I fastened Lindsay's left wrist to a leather restraint attached to the head of the bed and pulled it tight so her wrist was above her head. I made sure the restraints were loose enough that she had plenty of room to struggle, but so lose that could close her legs or prevent what was about to happen to her. I left her right wrist free for the moment. I took hold of her right hand and moved it down between her legs.

"Finger fuck that cunt, Lindsay. Finger fuck that cunt and tell me what's going to happen to you." I was feeling particularly inspired, knowing that more than forty thugs from Compton were watching my girlfriend perform and waiting for the signal to join in.

Lindsay was going out of her mind as she moved first one, then two fingers in and out of her sex. "Oh God! I really need to be fucked! I need you to **** me until I scream! I can feel you inside me!"

I stepped to the cabinet and removed a large vibrating dildo. I turned it on and slowly circled her clit with it as her fingers moved in and out of her very wet cunt. Her body was shaking.

"Don't you cum, Lindsay. Don't you cum until you have a cock in that cunt" I said. Then "That's your queue guys."

"Oh... kay..." she whispered. Then "...what?"

"Tell me what you need Lindsay" I said. "Tell me how much you need to be ****d."

"I need to be fucked. I need to be ****D! Come here and fuck me goddamit!" I kissed her and moved two fingers inside her alongside hers and helped her finger fuck herself until she was literally begging to be fucked.

"You need to be ****d, Lindsay?" "Oh God yes!!" "Tell me, Lindsay." "Oh Jesus! I need to be ****d!" "Please!! Fuck me!!"

"You need cock, Lindsay?"

"Oh God! YES! I need COCK."

"How many cocks Lindsay?"

"Wh... what? Just... just yours baby! I just need you to **** me with your big cock!"

Then there was a noise in the hallway. Suddenly more that a dozen big black guys were standing inside the guest room. More were crowded in the doorway and out in the hall. All of them were naked. And I'd been right. Lindsay's live show had done it's job. There was a forrest of big, hard, stiff cocks in the room. And only one wet little cunt to service them.

Lindsay was confused and panicked. I took the opportunity to take hold of her right wrist, slip it in the free leather restraint, and cinch it above her head to the headboard. She looked at me, pulled and kicked at the restraints, then looked back at our guests from Compton.

All Lindsay could say was "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!" as she looked from one huge black dick to another. One of the guys said "Look how wet that little fuckin' cunt is! You ready for some big ole niggah dick, girl?" Lindsay pulled at the restrains and tried hard to close her legs. When the restraints didn't budge, she looked at me and said "What did you do? No... no way..." as she futilely kicked and pulled at the ropes. "No... no... no..."

I decided to have some fun with her. I kept finger fucking her and using the vibrator on her while the crowd of guys watched. Lindsay whispered "no... please... don't" but her hips rotated up and back as I worked on her. Some of the guys started jerking off, which seemed to drive Lindsay crazy. Several of the guys gathered around her and took turns playing with her tits, sucking on her nipples, and telling her what they planned to do to her. When one of the guys took my place finger fucking her, Lindsay started saying "Red!", our "safe word". "Red!" "Red goddamit!" Her eyes were filled with tears.

I leaned in close to her. I could hear how wet she was as the guy's big calloused fingers moved in and out of her. I circled her clit with the vibrator and whispered into her ear "It's Valentines Day. No safewords tonight honey." She gasped "Oh my God!" and looked around at the all of the big, hard cocks. Soon she looked up at me and started pushing her cunt down on his fingers as they moved in and out of her. I said "Why are you so wet, Lindsay? You said you wanted to be ****d. That's why all of our new friends are here. Don't worry, you'll have every one of those cocks inside you before the party's over." She whispered "Oh my God" and kept pushing herself down on the big, calloused fingers as they moved in and out of her. Before long her eyes rolled back and her body shuddered as she strained against the restraints. She screamed and squirted as she came.

Lindsey lay catching her breath after her orgasm. She really was a sight, her dark nipples rock hard atop full breasts swaying as her chest heaved, her gaping pink cunt still dripping from her squirting orgasm. Her big green eyes opened when I leaned down and kissed her.

"You're beautiful honey. Ready for your party? We're gonna change things up a little."

"Wh...what?"

She was pretty disoriented. I was sure she was still very drunk, and the crowd of men and whole body orgasm seemed to have left her head spinning.

I said "OK guys. One more thing before we get started. I need your help. Let's flip her over."

Lindsey said "What? No..."

Several of the guys stepped forward and took hold of Lindsey's arms and legs. I released the restraints and, before long, my sexy little girlfriend had been flipped over onto her belly with the big triangular pillow under her hips. As I cinched the restraints tight again, I marveled at the sight. Lindsey really did have a magnificent ass. Now it was pushed up in the air, her pink, still dripping cunt easily accessible. That cunt wasn't the focus of everyone's attention though. Some of the guys commented about what they wanted to do to her tight little asshole.

I leaned down and turned Lindsey's head to the side and kissed her again. "Happy Valentine's Day honey. Are you comfortable?"

"What? No! Please don't do this! Please don't let them do this!"

"Oh, I almost forgot..."

I stepped to the cabinet and retrieved a long, two-inch wide leather belt. I threaded it under Lindsey's hips and fastened it behind her. It was a trick I'd seen at New Year's. Anyone using either her cunt or her ass now had handle to use for leverage.

"That's better. Can you see OK honey?" We'd covered all of the walls and the ceiling of the guest room with mirrors. and I'd put video monitors on the walls connected to the video system. I wanted Lindsey to be able to see as much of the festivities as possible, even when she was face down, being ****d from behind. I know. Very thoughtful. There was also a camera aimed at the front of the bed to capture Lindsey's facial expressions, though her face would often be focused on whatever cock was using her mouth at the time.

"What? No! Don't DO this!"

I know. "No means no." I figured that, when this was over, my girlfriend would either love me for arranging this or think I was a monster. I was too committed to stop though. And her response to the New Year's gang**** gave me reason to think she'd be happy. Eventually.

I switched the room monitors to show the invitation to "Lindsey's Valentine's Day Surprise Party".

One monitor was on the wall, two feet or so from Lindsey's face.

She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light.

Lindsey was stunned. "What... what the fuck? What the FUCK!? No! No, no, no, no..."

"OK. Looks like she's ready guys... she's all yours."

I leaned down and kissed her again. "Have fun, baby."

Lindsey gasped "No!", pulling and kicking hard against the restraints, as the first of them climbed between her legs behind her. "No! I don't want... No! Not like this! No!"

I have some amazing video of my helpless green-eyed girlfriend moaning "No...no...no...no... ohhhh... No! Get OFF of me!!" Her eyes grew huge as she wailed "No!!! Godddd... Nooo! Oh... Oh my G... Fuck!" as her tight, wet little cunt stretched around that first huge cock. The guy's cock really was huge and Lindsey wailed as the big, black shaft slowly penetrated her.


Before long, though, Lindsey was grunting and moaning and pushing her hips up, driving her poor, stretched-out cunt onto the big black phallus that was driving in and out of her. She panted "ohmygod..." as her body tensed up and she pulled against the restraints. She screamed and bucked and came again before the guy was finished using her. She would scream and cum a lot over the next day and a half.

That first guy used the leather belt like a bridle and rode poor Lindsey's little cunt hard.


He finally bellowed and shot a good sized load of jism inside her. It oozed out of her as he pulled his wilting cock out of that tight pink cunt. At least it HAD been tight the last time I'd fucked it. Now it looked like someone had used a baseball bat on it.

The next guy was short and fat but his cock was fat too. It was even bigger around that the first guy. Without ceremony, he crawled up behind my girlfriend, slammed his cock hard into her cunt, took hold of the belt and went to town. Lindsey screamed "Oh God! Owwwwwwwww... " when he entered her and wailed the entire time he used her, until someone grabbed her head by her hair and forced her mouth open with a big hard cock. The fat guy ejaculated inside her pretty quickly and was replaced by a big, tattooed Latino.

The guy in front of her just kept fucking her mouth, r****g it really, pushing further and further into her throat with each thrust. Eventually Lindsey started kicking and pulling against her restraints, panicking because she couldn't breathe. She had to gasp for air each time the guy pulled out enough to let her. She seemed very relieved when, after ten minutes of this, the guy pulled back out of her throat and pumped what seemed like a quart of jism into her mouth.

When the next pair of hands grabbed her head, Lindsey looked up at the guy and pleaded with him. She tried to swallow the cum, but eventually had to pit most of it out onto the mattress. Finally she was able to say "Let me suck it. Please... let me suck your dick. I'll do a good job, I promise!" Then she opened her mouth wide and took the giant knob between her lips. I'm sure she thought that, if she could just make him cum in her mouth, she'd at least be able to breathe.


Meanwhile, the Latino had the belt in one hand and was using the other to reach under Lindsey and play with her clit as he very slowly moved his cock in and out of her cunt. She started to match his thrusts and it soon became obvious that she was on the verge of another orgasm. I leaned over her and reached both hands under her and took hold of her breasts. When I started to twist her nipples, she lost it. She screamed her orgasm around the cock that was fucking her mouth. I looked at my watch. It wasn't even ten thirty and Lindsey had had at least three orgasms. Things were progressing nicely.

As Lindsey moaned and a forth cock was moving into her cunt, I made my way through the crowded hallway and downstairs to check the house and check in with David. He apologized for losing track of the number of men he'd opened the door to. "There were just so many of them at the door at the same time just before you got home. I think most of them put money in the bucket. I'm not sure though. I fucked up. I'll cover anyone you think didn't pay."

"Are you nuts?" I asked. "The money doesn't matter. I really appreciate you helping out. It never would have happened without you. How many do you think are here?"

"I sent you a text man. Only a few more got here after that." He had a pad of paper in his hand which was covered with tick marks.

I didn't remember a third text message. I looked at my phone. There was a message from David I'd missed. "79". Seventy-nine! That explained the packed guest room and dense line of men from the guest room, down the stairs to the living room. I realized I hadn't bought nearly enough alcohol.

"Hey, I have ANOTHER huge favor to ask you" I told him. I fished four hundred dollar bills out of my pocket. Can you run down to Mister B's Liquor? They're open til midnight. Get more beer and whiskey and whatever food you can find. When you come back, you should go upstairs and take a turn with our girl. I have connections. I'll walk you to the head of the line."

"Really? Thanks dude! I've been dying to fuck her again ever since New Year's Eve." He took the money and raced out the back door. "I'll be right back."

David was back in a half hour with bags of booze and Dorritos. As promised, I led him upstairs and courteously inserted him "next up" in line behind's Lindsey's well fucked pussy. For her part, Lindsey was still grunting and thrusting her hips as the guys used her.

I took a turn with our girl some time after midnight. She was still tied on her knees with her ass in the air. Her head moved slowly up and down as she gave a very pleased black dude a very dedicated blow job. It didn't look like he'd last long. Looking at her sexy upturned ass, it was obvious that more than one cock had opened up her normally tight little asshole. I wished I been there for that (though the videos did a good job of capturing Lindsey's wailing). I spent a moment deciding which hole to fuck.


In the end, the choice was easy. Though it was far more stretched out than I was used to, I'm a sucker for Lindsey's pussy. What can I say? I'm old school.

I knelt behind my girl and guided my cock into her normally tight cunt. It was horrifyingly loose and very nasty and sloppy. I marveled that it had been little more than two hours since Lindsey's pussy had been forced to stretch around that first big black cock. I don't know how many cocks she'd serviced since then, but it felt like an army had been there before me. The guy in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth and came all over her face. Since she really couldn't move, the slimy jism covered her face from her forehead to her chin. Mercifully, it had missed her pretty big green eyes.

Since nobody was using her mouth right then, I turned her head to the side so she could see it was me behind her. She looked into my eyes and said "You're letting them **** me again? You bastard..." as I entered her. So she did remember New Year's Eve. I remembered right then too. I stared back at her cum drenched face, smiled, reached around and took hold of her tits, and used them like handles as I fucked the shit out of her. I spent nearly ten minutes just using that sloppy cunt to get myself off. Then I twisted her nipples as hard as I could and whispered in her ear "Fuck this cock Lindsey!! I want to feel your cunt cum all over my cock!" And it did. Lindsey grunted and clamped her pussy down on my cock as I used her. She wailed with another orgasm just as I started to cum. Then I shot my load in there with the rest. Lindsey was crying and shuddering with her orgasm as I climbed off of her and made way for the next guy.

I staggered off to the side to watch the festivities as my wet, spent cock shrank back to normal size. The next guy to kneel on the bed behind Lindsey made a real impression on her. He held one of the many free bottles of lube I'd left on the cabinet. He poured a liberal amount in Lindsey's sore little anus, then lathered a bunch of it on his oversized cock

Lindsey and I have had anal sex quite a few times, especially after New Year's Eve, but it was still not her favorite thing. She had an incredibly tight asshole and when God designed her colon, I don't think he had giant black cocks in mind. Lindsey did have powerful orgasms with a cock up her ass, but she paid for them with a lot of agony.

This guy's cock was as big around as my forearm. I had no idea how he planned to put it where he was aiming it. I knew it wouldn't happen without Lindsey being in incredible agony. I said "Hey, you sure that fuckin' thing is gonna fit in that little asshole bro? She's not very big." "Nah dude. She all tied down and shit. She ain't goin nowhere. It'll fit. Just take a little time is all. She gonna love RJ's big ole dick up her booty, once she get used to it."

I was seriously concerned. I'd have been concerned if he was planning on using her already stretched out pussy with that monster dick. It really was a huge cock. I watched in fascination as he took hold of the belt, applied the huge head of the thing to Lindsey's well lubricated sphincter and pushed. To listen to her wail, you'd have thought she was dying. "Oh... God! No!!!! Not THERE!!! It's too BIG!!! Oh God! No! No! STOP! You're tearing me apart!!!" But, inch by inch, the big cock disappeared into Lindsey's straining asshole. "Oh God! STOP! Pleeeeaaaassse!!"

"OK Baby. I'll stop, but I ain't takin it out. You do the fuckin' now baby. You push that ass down on RJ's cock. Do it girl. You fuck RJ now!" Not too surprisingly, Lindsey didn't move. She just lay there and moaned in agony.

Come on, baby. Either you start fuckin or I will. Then he reached under her and moved two big fingers into her pussy. Incredibly, as he moved his fingers in and out of Lindsey's cunt, she began to rock back and forth on the big shaft in her ass. My poor girlfriend wailed in agony the whole time but, before long, her poor ass was sliding up and down a full six inches of that huge ebony shaft.

"Oh, that's good, girl. You keep movin like that. RJ gonna cum in that ass, you keep that up!" And he did. In less than two minutes, he took a tight grip on the belt and pulled himself deep into Lindsey's ass. She wailed in agony and the guy bellowed and started to ejaculate deep in her colon. Lindsey's body started to buck and shake and soon a torrent of fluid blasted out of her pussy as she came.

Lindsey's eyes were filled with tears as the guy pulled that humongous cock out of her colon. She panted trying to catch her breath. About that time, a big pair of hands took hold of her head and moved a big, stiff cock into her mouth. The next guy behind her thankfully chose to use her cunt.

More guys arrived in groups throughout the night. The line up the stairs and into the guest room never seemed to get any smaller. At some point early Wednesday morning I went to our bedroom and got some sleep, which was not easy considering the sounds of the guys grunting and Lindsey moaning coming from the next room. I woke up at first light to find the house still filled with guests from Compton, a long line of them still waiting their turn to use the moaning brunette in the guest room.

I decided I'd better check on Lindsey. I was surprised that she was no longer tied to the bed. She was on her back with a guy under her, his cock in her ass. Another guy was using her cunt, and several took turns using her mouth. Lindsey looked exhausted but still pushed her cunt up onto the guy that was fucking her. That seemed to make him fuck her harder. Eventually I watched the guy cum in her ass, pull out, and another guy slide under her to take his place.

I decided Lindsey was in good hands. Besides, there was no intervening at that point anyway. The house was crowded with guys whose sole mission was to **** my girlfriend. I went down to the kitchen and had some breakfast while I replayed, on my iPad, some of the footage from the cameras in the room. It was some of the nastiest porno I'd ever seen, and it starred my gorgeous brunette girlfriend. That inspired me to go up and take another turn with her.

It was very strange waiting in line with a bunch of strangers to fuck my own girlfriend. By the time it was my turn, her face and hair... well, most every part of her actually... was covered in or filled with cum and she had hickeys and bruises and bite marks everywhere. When I climbed between her legs, she opened her eyes, looked at me, smiled, wrapped her arms and legs around me and grunted and groaned and fucked me back until I dumped another load up into her very sloppy and well used cunt. Then I climbed off and watched a big, ebony colored guy take my place. When he'd ejaculated in her, several of the guys stood a very embarrassed Lindsey up and made her squeeze the cum out of her cunt. I have some great, very nasty video of that. The stain from the huge puddle is still in the carpet at the foot of the guest bed. After everyone got a good laugh at the huge volume of cum that had poured out of Lindsey's pussy and ass, they told her to go "back to work". They pushed her face down on the bed and started pumping her full again.

Eventually everyone had had their fill of my girlfriend's body. By Thursday morning Lindsey and I were alone in the house. The entire place smelled like sex. I remember looking at Lindsey, laying there face down on the guest bed with that pillow under her hips. Her normally tight little pussy and asshole were each red and swollen and stretched to the size of baseballs. Lindsey slept in a near c*** face down on the guest bed until Thursday evening, when she spent some time soaking in a bath I'd drawn for her. She stumbled off to our bedroom and passed out again after that. I went to work on Friday with her still sleeping. When I got home, a naked and somewhat rejuvenated Lindsey greeted me at the door and said "Tie me up and fuck me!" So I did. Repeatedly.

Late Friday night, Lindsey was on her knees on the guest bed, blindfolded, her ass in the air with her wrists handcuffed behind her. I'd just cum in her cunt and was dozing off on the bed next to her, when the doorbell rang. I pulled on a bathrobe, went downstairs and answered the door. Standing there were six big, black guys I didn't recognize. The one in front said "Hey, I'm Marcus. You may not remember me. I was here Wednesday. Your bitch is really something." "Uh... thank you." "So I was telling my friends here about her and we thought the party might still be happening." "Well no..." Then I thought about it. I was pretty exhausted and it wasn't even midnight yet. Lindsey was still blindfolded and handcuffed with her ass in the air. "Sure. The party's in the guest room."

Lindsey finally made it to work the following Monday, though she was still so sore she could barely walk.

As I mentioned, Valentine's Day was on a Tuesday this year. The last of Lindsey's new friends from Compton didn't leave until early Thursday morning. The $2 cover was kinda fun. It totaled $177 – a number not divisible by two bucks – but I suppose it means there were at least ninety men there. More if you assume a few didn't pay. With the six stragglers Friday night the number is probably about 100. My little 5'4" sexy white girl was used by a hundred big black cocks over the course of a day and a half. It kind of boggles the mind. Between the six camera there are literally hundreds of hours of video, which I have yet to get through all of. The footage I have seen has some amazing scenes in it. At one point on Wednesday morning, eleven guys ****d Lindsey's poor little asshole. One after the other, they stepped up behind her, took hold of the belt looped around her hips, and fucked the hell out of her ass while she wailed in agony. Each of them ejaculated in her butt. By number eleven, the cum was oozing out of her ass in torrents, while she muttered "No more... please!"

While Lindsey was still trying to recover from that onslaught, the next group of guys unfastened her restraints, flipped her onto her back, pinned her ankles above her head and, one after the other, fucked her stretched out little pussy. Lindsey did drink a quite a bit too much at dinner Tuesday night, but, unlike New Years, she was still pretty aware of what was happening the whole time. The expression on her face when the first stranger stretched her cunt around his cock while a dozen guys looked on was priceless, and she seemed to know she was in our guest room being ****d by a large group of men she'd never seen before.

By Thursday morning, everyone but David had gone. He took another turn with her (he claimed it was his third) and came all over her face as I wandered around and threw out empty beer bottles. Lindsey lay on the bed passed out when David left to go home. It was about 7AM and he said he had to work at 9. I tried to roust Lindsey enough to get her to our bed to sleep, but she was, quite literally, passed out. Who could blame her?

I stared at her as she lay on the guest bed lightly snoring. Her legs were splayed wantonly open as she lay there. I marveled at how stretched out and raw her pussy was, and at how bruised her breasts and thighs were. Her right eye had been blackened. I brought a comforter from our closet, covered her with it, and tucked her in. Lindsey, who always smells terrific, smelled of body odor and sex. She was so utterly filthy, covered from head to toe in both sweat and semen, that I figured we'd have to get the damned comforter dry cleaned, or maybe just throw it away afterward. She slept there, motionless, under the comforter for the better part of the day.

On Thursday evening, when Lindsey first woke up, I drew a hot bubble bath for her in the big Jacuzzi tub in our bedroom. I didn't know exactly what to say to her. I said "How are you feeling?" She replied "Fucked out... tired... sore." I chuckled at "fucked out". My girl had managed to keep her sense of humor. I said "I'll bet." "You let them **** me..." she whispered. "I did." "You arranged for all of them to **** me" still in a whisper. "I did." "Some of them really hurt me." "I know hun, I'm sorry." "I came a lot." "Yes you did." "I couldn't stop cumming." "I know." "I... I'm such a whore. Are you mad at me?" "Jesus! No! MAD? Why would I be mad at you?" "Because I'm such a whore that all I could do was cum while they ****d me." "Honey. You were helpless. That was the point. They were SUPPOSED to make you cum."

Tears had welled up in her eyes by that point. "How many?" I leaned down and kissed her tears away. "How many what?" "How many... cocks... did I...?" "About a hundred." "Jesus... no wonder I'm sore." "I'm amazed you can walk." "A hundred men ****d me?" She cupped both of her soap bubble covered breasts in her hands and closed her eyes. "They did. A lot of them used you more than once." "I'm SO tired." "I know honey." "I let a hundred big black men **** me." "Well, actually I let them **** you. You didn't have much say in the matter." "I feel like I came a hundred times." "That may be right. It sure LOOKED like you came a hundred times. Maybe more." She'd let her right hand drop between her legs. "Who...?" "What did you say honey?" "Who were they?" "I don't know really. Some of the guys from the New Year's Eve party, and their friends.." "Oh God... a hundred black STRANGERS ****d me. A hundred men you don't know."

"Well, I know some of them... But that's pretty much the size of it. I imagine you're pretty popular in Compton about now. The video is incredible" I said. "What? You shot video?" "Uh... of course..." "Show me..." she whispered. "Right now?" "YES! I want to see it!" no longer whispering. I went to the dresser and retrieved my iPad. When I queued up the first of the videos, an overhead shot of Lindsey's first squirting orgasm with a dozen men gathered around her looking on, she said "Jesus! I am such a whore." Her fingers, obscured by the bubbles, were slowly moving in and out of her swollen, pink pussy. "Owwww... this is VERY frustrating. I think I'm too sore to play with myself!" "Poor baby" I said. "You should get some rest." "OK" she whispered.

I helped my girl out of the bath and helped her gently towel off with a big terrycloth bath sheet. Bruises, hickeys and bite marks covered her body from her breasts, to her thighs, to her ass. She yelped when the towel touched her labia. "I look pretty disgusting" she said, exploring the bruises on her breasts. "You're beautiful Lindsey" I said. She went to her dresser and struggled to pull a white lace slip on over her head. I helped her to bed after that. "Get some sleep" I said. She said "OK" and closed her eyes.

In less than a minute, Lindsey said "I can't sleep." Then "Bring me your dick." "What?" "Let me suck your dick. If you cum in my mouth I'll be able to go to sleep." "Lindsey, you can't possibly want..." "I'm serious! Take your dick out of your pants goddamit!" she smiled. So I did.

Lindsey eventually got to sleep. She was still sleeping when I went to work on Friday morning.

We've talked about both Valentine's Day and New Year's Eve a number of times since. She's decided she's quite a **** addict, though she's careful to have me arrange things so she can feel safe. She also prefers smaller parties. A hundred giant black cocks are just too much for her. She get's very scared, and so sore it takes her days to recover. I've arranged a couple of smaller surprise **** parties for her though. Twenty seems to be her magic number. It's important that they take her totally by surprise... if she doesn't really know, while it's happening, if it's something I've arranged or if she's in serious trouble. The last time I arranged for her to be overpowered in a parking lot, thrown into a van, k**napped and taken to a dive motel on the south side of Los Angeles. She was blindfolded the entire time and ****d by eighteen thugs who thought that whipping her breasts while they used her was very entertaining.