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I knocked on the door of 204. I was all set to greet Tommy submissively. Instead, the door was opened by a tall, skinny man in his mid fifties. I glanced at the number on the door thinking I must have the wrong room.
It was the right room. I tried to look past the man and into the room but I couldn't. The man holding the door open grinned and looked me over rudely, taking in and obviously enjoying the full effect of my slutty dress for a moment before he said, "I guess I don't need to ask. You must be Reggie. Come on in."
He stepped back and before I even had time to decide what I should do I found myself entering the room. There was another man sitting at a table in front of the window. I didn't know him, either. I turned back to the man who answered the door and choosing my words carefully so as not to say anything that could be taken the wrong way I said, "I don't understand. I thought I was meeting Tommy here."
He gently but firmly guided me into the room. As he did he said, "Tommy might stop by later if he gets a chance. But you didn't come here to fuck Tommy. Not today. You're here to fuck me and a few of my friends. We're in town on business and needed some entertainment. Tommy and I go way back. When I asked if he knew who I could call he recommended you, you and another girl who'll be showing up later. He was even kind enough to make the arrangements for me."
He saw the confusion on my face and no doubt the urge to escape. His expression hardened and he asked in a threatening voice, "Am I gonna have a problem with you, bitch?"
I knew in that instant that this man and Tommy had a lot in common, including the propensity for violence buried just beneath the surface.
I felt the air go out of me, the air and my will to resist. What the hell. If I'm going to make pornographic movies I might as well be a prostitute, too.
I shook my head and quietly responded, "No, sir. I just ... I didn't expect this. I thought..."
He grinned and said, "Tommy said you was new at this. You can relax for a while. We won't get started for a couple hours. Tommy said he'd send you over a little early so me an Ari can check you out and maybe get a little head.
"I better warn you, though. Listen closely. Your life could depend on it. Anything you hear in this room stays in this room ... or else. Do I need to say any more than that?"
I shook my head.
He looked right through me with his cold, scary eyes for a moment. He must have seen what he wanted to see. He nodded and said, "Lose the dress."
While I was taking my dress off he turned to Ari and said, "How about it Ari? She looks pretty hot. You up for it?"
Ari stood up and began to unfasten his pants. I looked him over as he freed his cock. He looked like a larger version of the guy that let me in. He was in his mid fifties, heavy set but not like Randall. He didn't look soft. He looked big and dangerous. I don't know what these men do for a living but they sure as hell aren't realtors skipping the convention downstairs.
In seconds I was naked. I dropped my dress on a low, built-in dresser nearby. I watched Ari pull his pants down. He returned to his seat as soon as his cock was exposed. He pointed to the floor between his feet almost as if ordering me to heel.
I obeyed like the mindless cunt they obviously took me for. Both men watched me closely, enjoying the sight of my naked body as I meekly crossed the room.
They made a few remarks about my body but they weren't talking to me. During that brief exchange I learned that the other man's name was Hank. Hank and Ari talked about me, but not to me.
"At least," I thought, "they are being complimentary."
I dropped to my knees and immediately began to lick and kiss Ari's large, hairy testicles. I was starting to get excited. I was back to living out my fantasies again. I was being used and humiliated, just the kind of thing that turns me on.
Hank watched me sucking on Ari's cock for a few minutes but was called away to answer the door. I tried to concentrate on what I was doing but under the circumstances I couldn't ignore the sounds behind me. Who else was going to witness my humiliation?
It was even worse than I feared. While I knelt there in the nude and sucked a strange man's cock, two men from room service came in and set up a couple of tables and quite a few chairs behind me. They didn't say anything. But I felt their eyes on my naked back.
They finished what they were doing and were apparently about to leave when Hank said, "If you guys want a real tip hang around for a minute. I haven't had her yet. But it looks like she's pretty good at what she's doing. Or would you rather have a couple of bucks?"
I could almost picture the two of them smiling at each other in anticipation. They didn't speak. But it was obvious what they decided. They didn't leave.
Ari turned out to be pretty well hung. I compare all cocks to Tommy's now. His isn't that large. But it's at least seven inches long and much fatter than average. I don't know if the presence of an audience was bothering him. I didn't get the impression that he cared one way or another if we were being watched. But for whatever reason, he lasted a very long time. I have to give him credit for his stamina.
He never touched me with his hands the entire time. He never said a word to me. He watched me with his cold, beady eyes as if he was trying to read my mind. But he didn't complain or order me to do anything I wasn't already doing and he didn't grab my head and try to force feed his cock down my throat.
He also didn't make a sound. There wasn't a moan or a groan or even a change in his breathing to warn me. So I was startled when my mouth suddenly began to flood with hot cum. But I didn't blow it ... so to speak. I held it in my mouth until he finished. I swallowed and held his cock in my mouth a little longer, catching the last few drops on my tongue while his cock deflated.
He finally nodded and I sat up on my heels. I struggled to my feet and turned. I saw the two men from room service for the first time. Both looked very young. I doubt if either one was out of his teens yet. They weren't bad looking. They certainly looked excited as their eyes explored my body.
The most striking feature of either man to present itself was that one of the men was African-American. I was going to have my first sexual experience with black man. I was going to suck a black cock!
That was far more exciting than it should have been for a good card carrying Liberal like myself. His color shouldn't have mattered. But for some reason I was having trouble hiding how excited I was about the prospect of sucking a black cock. I found myself hoping that the stereotype is true.
I thought back to the black men I showered with after making my porn debut. They had all been very well hung. I was more than a little jealous of the little blonde that had been in the movie with them. Now I was about to find out what it was like for myself.
Hank watched the two young men and me stare at each other for a moment with a smile on his face. He probably thought this was tearing me up inside, a nice, innocent housewife such as me being turned into a prostitute and used to tip the wait staff. I would have to try very hard not to disillusion him.
Hank finally said, "Go ahead, boys. Help yourselves. If you come by later you can fuck her. But you're going to have to settle for head right now. As you can see, we have friends coming over shortly and we want to keep her cunt nice and fresh until after the show she's gonna put on."
Apparently the young white man had seniority. He was the first to open his pants, pull out is cock and take a seat at one of the two poker tables they just carried in and set up.
In the back of my mind I was wondering about the show I was going to have to put on. But I wasn't worried. I didn't think that anything that happened in this room could be more stressful than the afternoons spent in the changing room at the biker boutique being raped by large violent men for hours and hours.
I dropped to my knees and took the not very impressive cock into my mouth. His cock was already hard and throbbing and there was a large wet spot in his underwear. I knew this wouldn't take long.
I was right. In three or four minutes at the most the kid cried out and I suddenly had a mouthful of what I'm convinced is the most bitter cum I've ever tasted. I had to struggle to keep from gagging as I choked down his spend.
I quickly stood up. If I did have to have sex with this kid again I would hopefully not have to blow him. I shivered in revulsion at the thought of another mouthful of his cum. I don't know what kind of diet he's living on but it can't be healthy.
The young man stood up and put his little monkey suit back in order. He moved out of the way and was instantly replaced by his black co-worker. I resumed my position of sexual supplication, kneeling at the feet of the young black man, ready to supply pleasure in exchange for sexual stimulation.
His hard cock was larger than that of his white counterpart. But it wasn't anything special. It wasn't nearly as large at Tommy's cock or even as large at Ari's. It was a nice, normal cock.
But for some reason, the fact that it was dark, dark black and the fact that I've never been this close to a black cock before made this particular black cock very exciting.
As I leaned forward slowly I inhaled his musky aroma. I could almost smell his lust. But he smelled no differently than any other male whose cock was slowly nearing my lips.
The only other difference between this young man and the other two men whose cocks I just sucked was that he talked to me. As my lips touched the head of his cock he quietly asked, "You're turned on, aren't you bitch? Is that your first black cock?"
Without removing my lips from his cock I murmured that it was.
He chuckled and said, "You know what they say. Once you go black you never go back."
From then until just before he started spewing his cum in my mouth ten minutes later he kept up a steady patter, telling me what he wanted me to do and commenting on my cocksucking skills. It was surprisingly erotic.
He warned me just before he came. I was curious to see if his cum would taste unusual. It didn't, of course. If I had been blindfolded when he entered the room and if he hadn't said anything there would have been nothing to differentiate the blowjob I gave him from any of the other blowjobs I've given.
But still, in the back of my mind I knew that sucking his cock had been just a little bit more exciting because he's black. I loved the strong contrast in our skin colors. The sight of my small, white hand on his dark black cock was very erotic. I found myself hoping that he would come back later to take Hank up on his offer. I wanted him to fuck me.
I was sorry that for a change no one was taking pictures. I bet that Craig would love to see me having sex with this sexy black kid. I know I would have loved to watch this later. I think I must look very sexy with a black cock in my mouth.
I was so wrapped up in analyzing my first sexual experience with a black cock that I'd forgotten all about Hank. It was his turn now. It turns out he's not a patient man. The moment I took my mouth away from the young black man's cock I was jerked up and away by Hank using a large handful of my hair for a handle.
I cried out in pain and reached up to grab his wrist to take the pressure off my hair. He ignored my efforts to end the pain. He turned me around and slammed his long, skinny cock between my lips. I was still kneeling between the legs of the black man I'd just sucked off.
Hank's hard cock was sticking out of his zipper. He drove it into my mouth like a couple of the more violent bikers had on Sunday. He raped my mouth as if it were a vagina, driving the head of his cock right down my throat, totally disregarding the pain he caused me.
He held me there with a double handful of my hair and began thrusting his hips at me with short, violent strokes, grunting loudly with each painful thrust.
The young man watched in amazement. But he didn't just sit there. He reached out and began to explore my breasts while Hank raped my mouth. I was too distraught by the unnecessary brutality of the oral rape to take any pleasure from having my breasts caressed. The painful manner in which Hank was driving his cock into my throat didn't seem to bother the young man from room service in the least. Before my tears of pain totally blocked my vision I saw the smile on the kid's face. This rough, oral rape was exciting him!
Hank was in no hurry to reach orgasm. He stopped for a moment several times during the ordeal to keep from cumming before he was ready. I'm not certain how long it lasted. It seemed like a very long time. And I can't tell you what his ejaculate tasted like. He held his cock buried in my throat until his orgasm ended and his cock began to deflate. Hank was in no hurry to take his cock out of my mouth and throat after he came. But finally he pushed me away and I fell to the floor at their feet.
Both men put their clothes in order and Hank escorted them to the door. In addition to the blowjobs I provided, Hank handed each of them a folded up bill for a tip. I couldn't see the denomination but from the looks on their faces it was a large bill. They gave Hank their names and told him to ask for them if he needed anything for the rest of the day. They both glanced at my naked body one last time and finally returned to their duties.
As soon as the door closed behind them I was tasked with counting out the poker chips and getting ready for the arrival of their friends. There were twelve chairs, six at each table. I had to assume that meant ten more men were coming. After what I went through at the biker boutique I thought I could handle twelve men, if they weren't all as brutal as Hank. I wanted to ask them how long they planned on keeping me here. But I didn't dare. I went about meekly getting set up for the arrival of their friends without saying a word.
The first two men didn't arrive for nearly an hour. For most of that time I just stayed out of the way and tried to be invisible. But they didn't leave me alone entirely. There were several coolers in the room for the beer they were going to consume this evening. I was sent to the end of the hall to fill them with ice.
The coolers were on wheels, so getting them back and forth to the ice machine wasn't the problem. The problem is that I was ordered to perform that menial task in the nude. This was not a rundown motel in the bad part of town, full of truck drivers, hookers and god knows who. This was an upscale hotel that served families. I shocked the hell out of several of them before I filled all three coolers with ice.
In the time it took me to finish the task I was spotted by half a dozen families with young children. I was also accosted by several well dressed businessmen who assumed I was a prostitute, which at the moment I guess I was. They weren't happy when I refused their advances and one of them started to get pretty rough.
Luckily, Hank came to check on me. One look at Hank and the guy that was all but raping me in the alcove where the ice machine was located had second thoughts.
Hank and Ari both spent a lot of time on the phone. Their conversations for the most part sounded like gibberish, as if they were talking in some kind of code. That was fine with me. I didn't want to know any more than I already did about them and their business dealings.
Hank ordered me to answer the door when the first two men arrived. They smiled at me, looked me over and then walked right past me as if I didn't exist and said hello to Hank and Ari.
I tried not to know what was going on. But it was hard to ignore the obvious. These men were all criminals. And they were apparently criminals of some stature. I didn't understand what they were doing here in our small city. I didn't think they came to out of the way places like this. Why weren't they in New York or Las Vegas or somewhere like that? I guess they figured that there would be less attention paid to them here.
I hope they're right. I'd hate for the local cops to start wondering what my connection to these men is.
As soon as my status and my function this evening were explained to the new men I was groped and prodded and then put to work sucking them off. It wasn't too bad. Neither of them was as brutal as Hank had been.
After I tended to their sexual appetites I began to serve drinks. It went on like that until there were sixteen large, dangerous men in the room. The four additional men were apparently bodyguards. But their employers were generous with my services. I had to suck each of them off, too.
There was a meeting of sorts that lasted almost an hour. They ignored me except to grope me whenever I came close to replenish a drink. It didn't seem to bother them at all that I was overhearing details of criminal enterprises, even murders in which they had taken part!
It sure as hell bothered me!
The meeting broke up after about an hour. I thought that they were going to turn to poker. I had forgotten that I was scheduled to take part in a show. I was reminded when in response to a knock on the door I opened it to admit the black man from room service. He was escorting a very nervous looking Piper to the room!
I think that I now had a pretty good idea what kind of show I'd be putting on.
Piper looked around at all the large men in the room. You might not think it would be, but somehow you only had to look at them and it was obvious that these men were criminals. There was something in their faces, something in their eyes that made it clear that these men were mobsters, if they still use that word. I don't for a minute believe that the same is true of all men who make their living breaking the law. But it was certainly true of the men in this group. They looked like the cast of an Al Capone movie.
I would have liked to reassure Piper that everything would be alright. But I was nearly as nervous as she obviously was. Before I had a chance to speak to her, Hank called out, "Bring the little cunt in here and strip her."
A shiver of revulsion went through me at the thought of what was about to happen. I hated it that the other female in my little show was going to be my daughter. I was the only one that felt that way, though.
While I undressed Piper, Hank explained to the men in the room that she was my sixteen year old daughter and that Tommy had picked her up at school and brought her here to put on a little show and "take care of them" until the party broke up.
It was obvious from the expressions on the faces of all those large, scary men that they found us both attractive and that they found the idea of having a mother and her teenage daughter at their disposal to be a huge turn on.
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