The Billionaires Club ~ Books 1-3: SOLD AUCTION OWNED (Dark Erotica Ganged)

by Q. Zayne

  “Beautiful. So skinny, though. Makes me want to take you out for a meal. Take it easy now. I bet you’re stronger than you think. Don’t be afraid, girl. I won’t let anything bad happen to you. It’s just a sex show. We’ll give them a show. Just look at your pale body so small in my arms.” His voice soothed me.

  I looked. He was right, we looked like an art photograph, me bony and white, him sculpted from massive slabs of muscle and black.

  Axe stretched me out on my back in the middle of the platform and mounted me. The surface was firm, but padded enough for comfort. Designed for this, no doubt. A fluttering sensation rose up inside my belly into my chest. I concentrated on breathing. My eyes were adjusting to the lights. As long as I didn’t look toward the audience or straight up, it was all right. Axe made a show of stroking his long, silky black cock.

  “Show time. Go ahead and cringe, baby.”

  It didn’t take much acting to amplify all the fear I’d been feeling minutes before he licked my face. He was right, our audience of bloodthirsty billionaires loved it. I could feel their heavy breathing like one massive, feral animal in the dark. But I wasn’t in the Roman arena alone. Axe was like a fellow gladiator, in the fray with me, having my back. I could stand it better, having him be first, even if that was part of the show. For all I knew, this was part of the entertainment, a form of good-cop, bad-cop, a nice guy to start off the gang bang before the rest of the strangers ravage a girl stupid, or desperate, enough to put herself in this position. I shut my eyes again, seeing Axe’s face turn fierce, playing to his audience, before I returned to the blessed dark. His hands took over my breasts. He milked them, making me moan. He squeezed my throat, eliciting cheers. He manhandled me all over with his huge hands, lifting me in his arms with my ass against his torso and spreading my legs to show all the men my pink folds. He got cheers. Despite myself, I began to feel excited. I got wet.

  He put me down on my back, looked into my eyes. He dangled his cock over my thigh, leaving a trail of juice.

  Axe kissed me. I hadn’t expected that. I responded, arching up to him, meeting his tongue. He kissed me like a lover, like he really wanted me as me, not just some anonymous fuck doll to use. At least, I wanted to believe that, wanted the intimacy and promised protection of that deep, hot kiss. But what man would want me when this was over, when all these studs had shoved their big black cocks in me like pile drivers? Axe wouldn’t want me then, no one would.

  The cocks were too big, too thick. I’d be lucky if my uterus didn’t fall out after they’d opened me wide.

  I grabbed fistfuls of the sheets and held on, still responding against my will to Axe’s masterful tongue despite my feelings of despair.

  He took hold of my wrists and kissed my breasts, kissed and sucked my nipples. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. His mouth was so good, his flicking tongue doing it just right.

  “That’s it pretty momma, show these white men how much you love going black.”

  No acting required. I arched and moaned as he kissed down my smooth belly and captured my trimmed, petite pussy with his mouth. His big plush lips took my folds and his tongue flicked up and down. He found my clit and drove me crazy. He kept my wrists pinned and pleasured me masterfully with his mouth, driving me out of shock into a shrieking orgasm. My heels kicked at the bed and my hips worked at his face in a frenzy as I let go and gushed.

  He raised his face from me, rubbing my juices down his chin and chest like a prize fighter showing off. Cheers went up with lewd comments about making that white cunt come.

  I blushed. He covered me, mounting me expertly, his huge arms stretching my arms above my head and sheltering my face from view.

  “Go ahead and scream. I know I’m too big for you.”

  His thick cock head nudged at my opening. I took a deep breath.

  He speared me. Balls-deep in one hard thrust. I shrieked like a pig. He chuckled warmly and fucked me hard and deep with my hands pinned. “Surrender baby. Learn to love this big black cock taking you apart. Accept it. Welcome it with your tight cunt and milk it.”

  He was bare. They were all bare. All these black men were going to seed me. In all the things that I was worried about, that fact hadn’t registered until it was too late. Well, it had been too late from the moment I signed the contract. Gabe said I’d be okay. Surely they tested the men the way they did with porn stars these days. But I could get pregnant! Twelve Black studs shooting their potent seed in me for 24 hours — what were the odds of coming out of that without getting knocked up? I didn’t want to think about it. I couldn’t. My legs shook from Axe’s big, broad body pinning me open.

  His cock pushed so deep I could barely breathe. I couldn’t think anymore as he gave me the deepest, hardest fuck of my life. When he released my hands I clawed his back and came as he shot inside me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered in my ear. He kissed me again, a lingering, tender kiss with his full lips covering my mouth, making love to me, making everything all right.

  The next guy was just as massive, with tattooed anaconda arms, a thick beard and a shaved head. No lovemaking from this guy. He grinned at the audience and forced his thick knob right in. Made me grateful for Axe’s sperm. Another too-big black cock invading my never before stretched so much pussy. I remembered Axe’s advice. Accept it. Welcome it. My pussy was burning. If I resisted this huge cock, it was really going to hurt.

  I did my best to welcome it. The stud filled me, stuffed me, banged me without finesse — just what I expected a gang bang to be like, just a fuck for the man’s pleasure, hard and brutal, that huge thing jabbing me. I whimpered and moaned and stayed as calm as I could inside even though I felt really small. I kept thinking of Axe, glad he’d been first, and holding to my heart that I could call his name if things got bad.

  The next guy had coils of silver in his short afro. He was stocky like a boxer, shorter than the first two. His cock wasn’t as long but it was thicker. Crazy thick. My eyes rolled back when I saw it and he laughed. He pushed my knees back open with his legs, notched his cock in my opening and shoved it against my cervix. I screamed. I burned like crazy, he was so thick, I felt like I was losing my virginity all over again. I wondered if he’d ever broken a virgin. That would be sadistic. His smile grew broader at my screams. I remembered to close my eyes. This was the third man, the third of twelve.

  The Third Black Man Out of 12

  It was so intense being stuffed by the grinning black stranger, I retreated into my mind. I smelled his sweat, felt his muscles, stretched around his cock, but took refuge in the past.

  Ryan used to boast of participating in gang bangs. I half tuned him out, not wanting him to know the topic excited me. My feigning lack of interest never deterred him. He liked to go on about it at length. How the girl looked, how many men, all the different positions and combinations, ways of penetrating her that went beyond my imagination. One detail stuck with me. ‘After three cocks a girl will do anything.’ He said it with great authority, as though it were some immutable law, a well-known rule of gang bang physics, a simple fact of gang bang geometry. It made some kind of sense that if he’d been part of as many gang bangs as he claimed he would have begun to quantify the experience, to have a sense of mastery built from his observations and his participation in the ultimate phallic rites. The girl was a receptacle with convenient orifices for pleasure.

  I relived Ryan’s stories many times, a girl, possibly me, in my most private thoughts, surrounded by men. The banging begins, and yes, the third cock does its magic and she surrenders to everything, no resistance at all, even to things she’s never done before, getting fucked in the ass, being made to deep-throat, having her hair pulled while three cocks shove into her body at once. She lets it happen because secretly she’s always wanted it.

  Those macho, macho men take away all responsibility, take her away, take me away.

  The thick cock shoved impossibly deep, jarring me back into the present, into my imaginings become f
lesh. I felt the man’s wiry belly hair scraping me as he fucked me.

  I wished Ryan was there. Not because I wanted him to fuck me, but because I wanted someone familiar in all that strangeness. And I wanted a witness to the most extreme, and perhaps the most important thing to ever happen to me. I’d given full consent. And I knew I’d never be the same.

  I peeked again at the massive black cocks surrounding me.

  Gabe said I’d be okay when they were done. I didn’t believe it.

  “You’re going to feel me for days, girl,” the stranger said.

  That, I believed. Yes, the magic third cock. He slammed me hard and fast, as though it was a race to get off. I was relieved. The sooner he finished, the better. He ground it into me as deep as it would go and shot, flooding me. I howled and he grinned. The biggest flood of sperm I’d ever felt. So much seed it ran down my ass and kept pumping.

  He uncorked and I yelped. Damn, his cock stayed thick even softer. I’d looked again, I couldn’t help it. He swaggered off the platform amid applause. Three more big black men approached me. No more single servings from the hostess, it looked like. These guys weren’t going to wait to go one at a time. A lean guy with a long black cock took hold of my face and fed his big snake to me.

  The magic third cock had done its work. Yes, the men could do anything to me. I opened my mouth and surrendered, choking as he pushed it into my throat, yet accepting it like a priestess accepting offerings. I drifted into an ancient rite of being taken on an altar. I existed for no other purpose than as a receptacle for these huge black cocks, to give pleasure to these Black men.

  I did my best to catch a breath between his thrusts. My face felt hot, my mouth stretched. He fish-hooked me, like a photo Ryan showed me of a girl with her cheek stretched by the man fucking her face. He jabbed it into my throat and made me choke. Tears ran down my face and the beast pack of white men cheered.

  I peeked up at him, feeling his big balls swinging against my face, his big hands holding my head, firmly, but not roughly, just doing the job. Maybe he was being an actor in this drama, too, like Axe, just taking the fee from the billionaires to fuck some white girl who signed up for black stud service, why not? For some reason, thinking that helped.

  We were the entertainment crew, just as I’d spent much of my life on food service crews to work my way through college. You didn’t waste a lot of energy on the customers’ attitudes. If you were smart, you didn’t get into problems with the bosses, you just showed up, did the job and went home. Gabe said I’d be okay. I held onto that. Held onto it harder as strong legs pried my legs back open. As much as I tried to accept being a gang bang party toy, I kept closing them.

  A man with the functional muscles of a construction worker got on top of me. His big thumbs spread my pussy for another fat cock. He pushed in slow, inch by inch, making the penetration more excruciating than the hard and fast shoves. I felt every inch of that huge fucker and it butted my cervix before he drew it out just as slowly.

  He drew it all the way out, let my pussy try to close, then pushed the knob back in. I imagined my pussy like an anemone in a tide pool, closing around an invading finger over and over, clinging, tender pussy walls for the big, tormenting black cock.

  “Punch-fuck her,” someone yelled, some white billionaire.

  He did. He pulled all the way back and punched it into me like a fist. I grunted when he hit bottom and white men cheered. He did it again and again, making me sore, making me scream out of control. I lost my acceptance. I flinched and cringed with the anticipation of every punch, making it hurt even more. I’d seen the term punch fuck and never knew what it meant, what it was like. It was the female equivalent of being kicked in the balls. Womb torture. He punched and punched for the cheering men. I almost passed out. The other cock drove down my throat. The third guy pried one of my hands off the sheet and put his oozing dick in it. I stroked it. There was no question of not doing what any of them wanted. This was my second third cock. There was nothing I’d resist. I was here to be used.

  A loud growl. He bit my throat and arched back. The punching cock’s load stung my insides. Wow. I’d never felt a man’s cum like that before.

  The guy in my throat spewed with a roar, holding my head. I swallowed as fast as I could but there was so much some came out my nose.

  “Clean it up,” he told me, holding my hair. I licked up as much as I could reach with my tongue and used my free hand to scoop the rest into my mouth. He nodded approval. I was glad he was pleased.

  I yelped when the punch fucker withdrew. So sore. How could I take six more big black men? I rose up on my elbows and looked around at all the guys stroking. And what if some of them wanted seconds? Oh, hell. Oh wait. Even if they all got off, this was a 24-hour shift. I lay back, going limp in defeat. This wasn’t going to stop. The men would just keep fucking me. Would the billionaires get in on it too? I’d heard some guys liked sloppy seconds. Ryan’s stories emphasized that, guys who liked to fuck a heavily-creamed pussy. Maybe that was a fetish, white guys who liked to fuck a girl full of black cum. I hoped not. I didn’t know how much more cock I could take.

  As much as I had to, I guessed. I wasn’t going to risk doing anything that might result in not getting paid. I was in this for the whole 24 hours. $10,000. I could do this.

  The guy I was jerking rolled me over. Oh, hell no. But it was inevitable. My arms and legs thrashed anyway. I couldn’t help it. I’d never been fucked in the ass, and this was insane. Even after he took it away I felt the heft of that big cock on the palm of my hand. Hot, thick and wide. Damn. The billionaires had chosen these hunks for size. Sadists. I got a glimpse of him as he mounted my ass. A massive, ass-busting cock. I took a wad of sheet and bit down on it. No kidding this was going to hurt.

  A weird squeezing sound. Axe petting my hair with one hand and sticking lube into my butt with the other. My knight in shining armor. Every girl should have Axe helping her out for her first gang bang. I loved him with all my heart right then. He fingered my ass while the other guy fingered my creampie.

  I was going to live.

  The new fucker pushed his hard-on up and down my crack. He aimed and pushed. Hell no. It was too fucking big. He levered himself over me. Veins and cords of muscle stood out on his arms. He looked like a basketball player. Maybe I was about to be fucked by a star athlete. Or maybe he was a server like me and this just paid better than any other gig in town. If a gang bang girl got $10,000, what did a gang bang guy get?

  He shoved again. My starfish started to give. No more math. “Ow.”

  “Take this big black cock up your tight white ass, bitch!”

  Catcalls from the men and more lewd things. I remembered I had to cooperate or it would hurt even more than it already did.

  He forced the head in. I screamed. He forced more of it. I screamed more. I felt wet back there, like he was splitting me. Thanks to the lube, the monster cock started to slide and he lowered his weight until I was skewered right up to his balls. No time to adjust. He gripped me in his his arms and rolled over. I ended up on top of him, my legs splayed, his huge charger rearranging my insides.

  “Who’s in for a sandwich?”

  An ink-black man with super-short gray hair and a broad nose walked bow-legged across the platform and got on top of me. His fat, uncut cock pushed hard at my flooded pussy. I screamed.

  “Shut up or I’ll give you something to scream about.” He backhanded me.

  I was so shocked, I shut up.

  Axe lifted my ass so there wasn’t so much cock up my butt, just the head. “Hit her again, I’ll knock your teeth out.” His voice was low, but it carried.

  I couldn’t see the other guy’s response, but he didn’t arguing.

  He jabbed his huge thing at my pussy again. And again. He pried at me with his thumbs, spreading me real wide and shoved.

  Oh fuck. Impossible. He forced it into my pussy and Axe lowered me, allowing the butt-fucker to get full-depth again. I was the f
illing in the black sandwich, both monster cocks balls-deep. Shouts went up and I could feel the heat and jostling of men crowding close all around us. I guess everyone wanted a close up of my stretched holes. Fuck, I was fucked.

  Creamed by All

  The studs doing the double penetration worked at me longer than I would have thought possible, sometimes shoving deep at the same time, sometimes alternating. I felt like a see-saw. Hell, I don’t know what I felt like. I left my body, floated near the ceiling, watched a dozen men with massive black cocks surrounding a skinny big-titted white girl whose body was thrashing with pain and pleasure and who was about to — ohh. I came. I came hard with those two cocks taking me apart. I felt woozy. I’d never come so hard before. If I hadn’t been so plugged up, I would have gushed. I felt my girl juice backing up inside of me with no way out.

  More grinding deep in both holes and the sandwich studs shot off together, flooding me in my pussy and ass at the same time. Damn, I was full of black sperm.

  Fucked raw and made into a cream pie. A splat of warm ooze fell on my face and then another. I opened my eyes. A mistake. Got a load right in it. Billionaire sperm. Billionaire bukkake. Was that a thing? Probably. On the Internet, everything was a thing.

  What were loads of billionaire sperm worth? Maybe I could save some and sell it in an online auction. Black ex-con sperm and Black athlete sperm might be worth just as much. I could become a collector.

  My mind wasn’t registering much as fresh men made me into a new sandwich and a third black cock filled my mouth. Someone’s hand pried at my face, a thumb pulling my mouth open wider. Another cock pushed into my face. Oh fuck. A double face-fuck. I didn’t know that was possible. I shut up in my mind and took it. The two cocks forced my mouth wide open, wider than I’d ever been stretched.

  “Look at that white girl smile! She sure loves black cock!”

  They held my hair and pumped at my face at the same time, going as deep as they could.