Group Encounters 2 (Public Indecency, Cuckolding, Black Studs, Demons)

by Sierra Chambers

  His words had been enough to send Liza over the edge too, and she squealed as she reached the peak of her pleasure, her whole body quivering.

  He withdrew from her, a string of cum still attached to his dick. Liza reached out to grab the wasted sperm, shoving it back inside her. But her first man of the night had pumped her full of his seed and she couldn’t prevent some from dribbling out of her freshly fucked pussy.

  “Oh, that was fantastic,” she moaned. “Who’s next? I want to have a baby!”

  Two men eagerly stepped forward. One was wearing glasses, and she noted he had the darkest skin of the entire group. The other had a head full of dreadlocks. She looked at Glasses.

  “Come here,” she purred as she moved so that she was lying on her back on the couch. She spread her legs. Glasses stepped forward eagerly, and thrust his cock into her eagerly.

  She moaned at the sensation of being filled again, and closed her eyes for a moment to just enjoy it. To her, there was better feeling in the world – except for receiving cum, of course.

  Glasses entered into a slow but steady rhythm, pushing his magnificent ebony cock deep inside her with every roll of his hips.

  She opened her eyes to watch his long dick repeatedly enter her. She loved watching black rods disappear into her pale, wet cunt. She always found herself aroused watching the contrasting colours of their skin against hers during sex.

  After savouring the feeling of being full of black cock for a moment, she looked at Dreadlocks.

  “Come here,” she ordered. “I want to suck your dick.”

  He eagerly came forward, ready to shove his dick deep down her throat. She pushed him back.

  “One condition,” she said sternly. “You must not cum in my mouth. I don’t want your cum wasted. You may only cum when you are inside my pussy. Understand?”

  Dreadlocks nodded eagerly. She leaned forward, swirling her tongue around the tip of his cock before wrapping her mouth around as much of his dick as she could. It was impossible to fit his entire length into her mouth; he was at least ten inches long.

  And the delightful thing was that he wasn’t even the biggest in the room! Girlfriends had always told her that black cocks were the biggest, and after seeing so many, she now had proof that it was true.

  The thought of having more black dicks inside her thrilled her, and she knew that even after she was knocked up, she wouldn’t be able to quit fucking them. I’m such a cock slut, Liza thought happily as Glasses continued to fuck her pussy and Dreadlocks began to fuck her mouth.

  She glanced down at her cunt again, watching Glasses pump into her. She looked at his cock, and noticed it had some cum on it. Not his own, she thought. It was some of the cum her first lover had squirted into her. She moaned at the thought and as she watched his dick pounding her petite white pussy she could feel herself ready to orgasm again.

  She reached down to her clit, rubbing her finger around in circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves. The man with the big muscles and six-pack that she had noticed before saw what she was doing and came forward, bending his head over her cunt. Muscles began to swirl his tongue around her nub, and Liza groaned in pleasure at the sensation.

  The vibrations from her sound made Dreadlocks begin fucking her mouth even harder. “Oh, babe, I’m about to cum,” he groaned as he thrust into her mouth.

  Liza hurriedly pulled her mouth off his cock. “Then get inside my pussy!” she yelped.

  Glasses obediently withdrew his still stiff cock from Liza’s wet cunt so that Dreadlocks could unload inside her.

  Dreadlocks shoved his black rod inside her pussy and began ramming into her wildly. He let loose an animalistic roar as he came deep inside her, pumping like a fire hose as he forced her pussy to take all his jizz.

  The thought of his seed mixing inside her belly with that of her first fuck’s was enough to take Liza over the edge again. She moaned, running her fingernails down Dreadlock’s back while her pussy clenching tightly around his cock. Now when she got pregnant, there would be no way to know exactly whose the baby was.

  Dreadlocks pulled his now limp cock out of her, and Glasses stepped forward to resume his fucking.

  “I want a baby,” Liza yelled. “Please cum in me.” Glasses began pumping harder, and the sound of their skin slapping together filled the room.

  She looked around at the three men who had not yet touched her. “I want you all to cum in me as quickly as possible, one after the other,” she said with as much authority as she could muster up whilst being relentlessly fucked by Glasses. “I don’t want to know whose baby will grow inside me. Your jizz can race to get me pregnant. Stroke your cocks and get them ready, then shove them inside me and breed me.”

  The men complied, including Muscles whose enthusiastic licking ceased as he pulled away from her clit.

  She watched in appreciation at the sight of the three men pumping their cocks, moaning as she saw the pre-cum glistening on the tips of the black dicks. She glanced over at the laptop on the coffee table. Her husband was still there, watching with awe and lust in his eyes. She could see a small amount of cum on his image… he had already jazzed, and some of it had landed on the camera!

  Meanwhile, she could tell Glasses was about to cum. His hips started to jerk as his throbbing cock released bursts of cum, his white cream filling her used cunt.

  Liza sat up, grabbing his ass with her hands to pull him towards her so that his jizz would go deep inside her.

  She looked around at the three men remaining with a seductive smile on her face. “Who’s ready?”

  The three of them were busily stroking their hard cocks, but she could tell none of them were about to cum.

  She glanced over at Muscles. “Lie down on the couch,” she ordered.

  He quickly complied. His erect manhood stood straight up. Perfect.

  Liza straddled him, sheathing his black rod inside her warm, wet pussy. She began bouncing up and down on him, resting her hands on his muscular chest for support. Muscles groaned at the sensation, and began rocking his hips up into her. He started off slowly, but rapidly picked up the pace until he was pounding into her.

  Liza stopped bouncing on his dick, allowing the feeling of him thrusting up into her to overwhelm her senses. She could feel her climax building yet again.

  Suddenly, she felt someone’s hands on her back.

  “Lean forward, girl,” said a voice from behind her.

  She obeyed, feeling a little bit confused as to what the man was doing. But when she felt a stiff cock nudging at her ass, she understood. She spread her cheeks wide, inviting him in, and groaned as he slowly began to fill her up.

  She took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as he continued to press himself inside her ass. Even with the lube he had found somewhere and applied to his shaft, it was still challenging due to the size of his long, meaty cock.

  Finally he was fully in her ass. Liza moaned like a wanton whore. She loved having two dicks in her at once. She felt so full; so complete.

  Muscles began his thrusting in and out of her pussy again, and without warning she felt herself climax. The rhythmic movement combined with having two men inside of her at once had pushed her over the edge. She screamed as she came. It was definitely her most intense orgasm so far. She bucked wildly and her pussy squeezed the dick wedged inside of it.

  Muscles began thrusting into her like a jackhammer. He was breathing heavily and Liza could tell he was about to fill her with his precious cum. She reached around and caressed his balls.

  “Cum in my pussy!” she moaned. “Give me a baby!”

  He bellowed, and his cum spurted up into her. They came down from their highs together, sweaty and gasping for air. Liza rested her head on his chest. She could feel his heartbeat racing from the exertion of what they had just done.

  Meanwhile, the cock lodged in her ass was still relentlessly pistoning into her. She clenched her asshole experimentally, and was rewarded with a hiss of pleasure from behind her.
She did it again, tightening her already snug hole for even longer.

  The man behind her groaned and spanked her. Liza gasped in satisfaction at the tingling sensation of the slap against her round ass. She had always wanted to be spanked in bed, but her husband had refused.

  “It’s degrading,” he had argued.

  She wondered how he was feeling, watching this gang of six black men use his wife in every way possible; in ways he himself had refused to do. He was right – it was degrading. And she was loving every second of it.

  She gazed over at the computer screen. Her husband was still there, watching intently with lust in his eyes. They stared at each other in silence, except for the occasional blissful sigh Liza would let loose in response to the dick thrusting in her ass.

  Her attention was jerked back to the men surrounding her when a steel-hard cock gently slapped her in the face. Startled, she looked up to see the last man- the only one she hadn’t yet pleasured. He was quite handsome, she noted. She would like it if she had a baby that looked like him.

  “I’m going to cum,” he said in a low voice. “Let me stick my dick inside you.”

  Liza nodded eagerly, and moved back slightly so that Muscles’s limp dick slid out of her. She turned her head slightly to look at the man with his dick in her ass.

  “I want you to get up while you’re still inside my ass. I want you two to fuck me standing up,” she ordered.

  He quickly complied, and in hardly any time at all she was sandwiched between the two black men as the last of them shoved his dick into her well stretched cunt. They thrust into her simultaneously as she screamed in pleasure.

  She wasn’t touching the floor at all, and she rested her arms on the men’s shoulders for support.

  The men quickly fell into a rhythm. As one was thrusting in, the other would be pulling out. In, out. In out.

  The cock in her pussy began fucking her more roughly, and all of a sudden the handsome man came, filling her with his sperm. Liza felt slightly disappointed that the double penetration was over already, but it was hard to feel too let down when she thought of the gift he had left in her belly.

  He could have just impregnated me, she thought with a thrill.

  The man with his dick stuffed in her ass pulled out too, and together, the men gently lowered her to the floor. He hadn’t cum yet, and he began quickly pumping his cock with his hand while watching her.

  He groaned as he came, spurting thick white ropes of jizz on her stomach.

  Liza whimpered, pushing the hot cum down her stomach and trying to shove it inside her pussy.

  After several more strokes, he stopped jerking his cock. “I’m done,” he said. He looked around the room at his friends. “We’re finished here, yeah?” They nodded in agreement.

  One of them had already started to put their clothes back on.

  “Thanks for the good time, girlie,” one of them said, grinning down at where Liza still lay on the floor, naked and spent.

  Another one gave her boobs a squeeze as he headed for the door.

  And then they were gone.

  Liza sighed as she stood up and retrieved her shirt that was lying nearby. She wiped off the cum on her stomach with it, before turning to face her husband on the webcam.

  “Well, honey, what did you think?” she asked coyly. “I’m definitely pregnant now.”

  He wiped the cum off his webcam so she could see his face clearly. His skin was slightly flushed, the same way it always got after a particularly intense fuck with her.

  Liza frowned slightly. “I’m sad that it’s over. I’ll never see any of those men again. I’m worried I’ll forget what it was like to be gangbanged,” she said.

  Her husband chuckled. “Don’t worry about that. Our baby will need siblings. Besides, I recorded it, babe.”

  The Emperor's New Clothes

  Not your classic fairy tale: this story features mature themes, explicit language and hot sex scenes. It is intended for adults only!

  Edgar Beaumont was a rather unfortunate looking man. With his long, bulbous nose, droopy ears and a permanent frown, he was often the ugliest man in the room. His personality did not redeem him - he had a horrid temper and would often lash out at others.

  His appearance had given him self-esteem issues, and he had a deep-seated fear of looking stupid that made him pigheaded.

  Fortunately for Edgar, he did have one redeeming factor: he was also the Emperor.

  So instead of a life of solitude and sorrow, he had a life of fine wine, parties, and a bevy of beautiful women that followed him around, hoping to gain favor.

  If the walls of the Emperor’s bedroom could talk, they would speak of wild orgies and countless pretty young things parading themselves for the Emperor.

  Despite this, being the Emperor of the Empire of Lorema was tough. Nobody else seemed to realize it, but it was difficult sitting up on that uncomfortable throne for hours on end, being forced to listen to dull petitions from peasants who always wanted something from him.

  "Help, my neighbor is building a fence on my land!"

  "Help, my wife was stolen by bandits!"

  "Help, I don't have enough food to feed my children!"

  He didn't truly care about any of them, but knew he had to pretend to. Even peasants could be dangerous if enough of them rose up against him.

  That knowledge didn't stop him from being dreadfully bored though.

  He called for the next petitioner, and sat up straight when two well dressed, handsome young men made their way forward to kneel before the throne.

  They weren't peasants, he knew that much.

  He wondered what they wanted. After a long string of complaints from peasants, any distraction was a welcome diversion.

  "Your Majesty," one of the men said respectfully as they knelt. He was quite handsome, the Emperor had to admit with some jealousy. He had a strong jawline and slate blue eyes. The other man had similar attractive features. He wondered whether they were related.

  Edgar gave a slight nod. "What is your purpose here?" he asked.

  "My name is Adam Ballard. This is my brother, Roger. We are skilled tailors from the kingdom of Loreilles. We have a business proposition for you."

  The Ballard brothers had never known wealth. Their mother was a whore, their fathers both clients who had left before the cum dripping out of their mother had dried.

  The two boys had grown up in the brothel with all the other bastards. It was not a bad existence, though a little unorthodox.

  It was educational, too. One of the whores, Sally, had been the daughter of a merchant before he threw her out of the house for getting pregnant. She knew how to read and write, and in her spare time would teach the children.

  Watching as the prostitutes flirted and charmed their way to a sale had taught the boys about seduction.

  The end result was that both of them were literate and charming, rare traits in the lower class.

  Adam Ballard, two years the elder, went to find work at the age of sixteen with limited success. Nobody wanted to hire an inexperienced person who wasn’t a family member.

  He had eventually landed a job as a farmhand. He supplemented the meager income by playing (and cheating at) card games in bars.

  Sometimes people looked like they wanted to argue against him after a round of cards, but nobody ever did. He knew why. Working long days on the farm working the land had given him a muscular frame, and he knew that when he scowled, he looked very intimidating.

  Through his two jobs, Adam made enough to support himself, his brother and his mother. She was grateful for that, as at her age work was slowing down. Some days she got no clients at all.

  The men who visited the brothel wanted pretty, perky, young women. Not someone who reminded them of their wife.

  Life was good for the boys until the year Adam turned eighteen, when their mother died. The prostitutes had been sympathetic to the Ballard brothers, but the boys had been told firmly there was no longer a plac
e for them there.

  Each working girl got one room. No whore, no room.

  Then, two months later, the farm that Adam worked at had a bad fire, and he had lost his job.

  Adam's card winnings were enough to afford a roof over his and Roger's head, but little else. Many nights, the brothers went without dinner.

  In the next six years, life got better for the boys, but only just. They could afford food, but were still very poor.

  Until one day, Adam had an idea.

  "Roger!" he yelled excitedly.

  His brother, who had been dozing, jumped, startled.

  "What is it?" he asked grouchily.

  "I've got it! I know how we can get rich!" Adam said, beaming.

  If there was one thing Adam had learned at the brothel, it was that appearance is everything.

  For the next six months, Adam and Roger ate only once every three days, squirreling away the rest of their earnings until they had enough to buy a suit fit for a nobleman.

  The tailor had sneered at them when they had entered the shop as he took in their grubby clothes.

  Adam could still remember the look of astonishment and greed when he had revealed his bag full of gold coins to the man.

  One week later, the men had their suits and were ready to put their plan into place.

  As Adam stood before the Emperor, explaining his idea, he fought to keep the smirk off his face. The stupid man was actually listening to him!

  "You see, Your Majesty, we are inventors. We were born into nobility, where working is considered beneath us, but we still decided to pursue our passion. We have dedicated our lives to fine clothing, and are constantly trying to develop new, revolutionary ideas. We've come up with one that we feel is worthy of Your Majesty. We would be honored if you considered us worthy of your custom."