My name is Lisa and I'm a slut. My friend DayDreamrxx is my secret
lover. This story is a fantasy he and I share for me. I'd love to
hear your comments. My email is at the bottom.



My Special Night (A Fantasy)

I emerge freshly scrubbed and shaved as you asked. I'm totally naked
except for my wedding ring which you asked me to wear indicating that
soon it would be coated in sperm. You inspect my nails making sure
the polish has been removed. Satisfied, you hand me a pair of
hospital slippers, the only concession you made to keep my feet clean
during the trip over. The ride in the Boxster is silent but you
notice my breath is short and that I'm lost in thoughts of what will
happen. It's about sunset and the air is cool and clean, a perfect
temperature for love.

We drive into a less than desirable section of town. It's not bad
but one that only the locals usually go to. You enter the parking
lot, paying the man as he ogles my naked body. We exit the car and
you lead me down about 3-4 blocks passing the usual cadre of locals
surprised to see a white woman, much less a naked one, in their area.
You walk stiff and proud leading me past their stares and
exclamations.

We enter a garage. I'm both pleased and surprised to see it is
spotlessly clean although the smells of grease and oil have
penetrated the building. I shutter slightly when I think of the
penetration I will receive.

In the middle of the floor is a small narrow leather covered table.
It's just wide and long enough to support my spine. A delicate
extension supports my neck and you show me how the headrest can be
raised or lowered depending upon my lover's "requirements." At the
foot of the table is a tray with a bottom drain. Attached to that is
a surgical tube leading to a large sterilized container under the
table. I shutter again when you tell me the vessel will hold 2-1/2
gallons of fluid. The entire area is lit with fluorescent lights and
still cameras are mounted in various places.

"Ten cameras will capture every angle and action and there are two
movie cameras as well," you proudly state, pointing to even a small
camera inside the tray. Adjacent to the lower end of the side of the
table is a hoist. The top of the table has two chains attached to a
track in the ceiling. Each one has a small terry cloth lined shackle
at the end. Near a corner of the room, you point out the hydraulic
controls for the devices.

From the main room, we round the corner. In the office area a
beautiful buffet is being laid out with a couple of kegs of beer.

"This will be re-stocked as necessary for the guys after they are
exhausted," you tell me. Again I shutter. In the reception area is a
table covered in a white cloth and various trays, "for their
clothes," you explain. There is also a camera and a tag.

"Each person receives a name tag with a number on it. He will fill
out his name and be photographed nude and hard just before he has
you." Again I shutter. "He wears the name tag while he uses you and
is, of course, photographed. When he's done, he fills in the bottom
indicating what orifices he used and where he came. Another photo is
taken and we'll keep the tags for posterity."

You now lead me to the table where a beautiful light skinned black
girl is standing. "This is Rhonda. She did all the testing as a stand
in for you." My mouth is dry as I try to thank her knowing you
screwed her numerous times as the preparations were made. Numbly she
has me lay down on the table and attaches the straps to my arms and
legs which are dangling uncomfortably over the edges of the support
table. When attached, you activate the controls. My legs are lifted
and spread wide taking the pressure off of my spine. Similarly my
arms are spread to my sides. After a few changes, I'm surprisingly
comfortable! Finally you tilt the table upright and the drain tray is
right under my crotch. Satisfied, you lay me back in final
preparation.

You give me some water. I'm glad you hydrated me and that I followed
the diet so my energy level is at its peak. You look over everything
and ask the door to be opened for more fresh air. I see your concern
yet confidence showing through. You notice I'm trembling slightly and
goosebumps cover my body. You lean down, kiss me lightly, gently
stroke my face and tell me how proud you are of me. The back of your
other hand lightly caresses my body easing my nerves.

I ask you one favor, to please undress and be nude for me as well.
Smiling, you say, "Of course, my Love. It would be my pleasure."

The first man in is the garage owner, you explain. He and his men
did all the mechanical work. He's large and black wearing a distinct
#1 badge. I shutter again. He positions himself at my pussy and
begins to rub his large tool over my womanhood. Then in a great
thrust, he fully enters me. I can see him from the angle of the
headrest and then also notice the mirrors above me. I can see his
every thrust. His great hands push down on my thighs and soon he
groans sending massive hot blasts into my now wet cunt. I feel filled
already but as soon as he's done, #2, his assistant takes his place
and so the rhythm begins. The first four guys from the garage all
fuck my pussy filling it to overflowing. When they are done,
satisfied with their white bitch, you raise the table telling me to
expel their sperm. When it's drained, Rhonda then swabs me clean
readying me for the next group.

Beginning with them, six men come at time. One each rubbing his cock
on my feet, another I take in each hand, one positions himself at my
mouth and the last at my cunt. They take me as they desire. You can
rotate the table a bit if they want to use my ass. Also you raise or
lower it depending on their height. Each man uses me and as soon as
he finishes, another takes his place so that there is a constant flow
around me. My hands, feet, mouth and pussy are never vacant. In the
first group, my head is lowered and a large black cock is forced into
my mouth from behind. It slides deep down my throat and I can feel
his balls against my nose. He begins to steadily pump his cock in and
out going deeper and faster while at the same time another is using
my pussy to a different beat. I feel the pumping dick in my throat
slow down, the head seems to swell and soon a choking blast of strong
thick semen pours into my gullet. I gasp, choke and try to swallow
but have to gag at the enormity of the fluid. As soon as I catch my
breath, I'm laid back down and another cock fills my vacant mouth
just as a load is ejaculated deep inside my vagina.

It's not long before I feel a man cum in my left hand. I feel his
hot sperm between my fingers and running down my wrists and forearms
coating everything in its path. The man at my face pulls out and
shoots hot white streams all over my face. I try to turn but can't as
he holds me, dumping load after load on me. He holds my head and rubs
his cock head over my face, spreading his slimy goo over me before
forcing it in my mouth for a cleaning. Immediately another takes his
place...he too cumming over my face. I can feel their cum running
down my cheeks and into my ears, I feel globs in my hair and my eyes
burn and water from the stinking salty fluid. Another black man fucks
my mouth and then another and another.

Meanwhile, penises promptly penetrate my pulsating pussy filling it
with cum. Some choose to shoot over my body coating my abdomen with
their seed. Another sprays directly onto my tender clitoris. It
begins to separate and the watery fluid runs down my sides, labia and
inner thighs. Occasionally you stand me up. Rhonda pushes on my womb
and I expel great quantities of seminal fluid followed by a quick
clean-up. I hear you explain that, "I have her cleaned depending upon
the next man in line. If he doesn't mind a cum filled cunt, then he
can take her; otherwise I'll swab her down."

But you never clean my face, hands, chest or other parts of my body.
I know I'm a cum-covered mess.

When my eyes clear, I occasionally see a number....16, 22, 26 but
soon lose all track of how many black men are using me. My nose is
filled with sperm, my mouth tastes of pungent salty sticky sperm. I
can smell the men as they use my mouth....some smell of sex, others
are clean and fresh while others are highly pungent. Some are large
spreading my lips apart stretching my cheeks while others are long
and lean. Their sizes and smells are intoxicating while their cum
satisfies and hungers me at the same time. I feel a cock, no two
cocks, rubbing across my tits and feel their welcome spray on them
and feel it coat my nipples and run down between the small valleys.
The table tilts back and my ass is being spread and a new sensation
takes over as my anus is being penetrated. Hardly hesitating, his
cock pushes into the tender orifice and soon steadily beats against
it harder and faster until it empties its cargo into and way up my
rectum. I hear the men laughing as the cum drips out of my cavity
only to be forced back in again by another still larger missile. This
one moves from my ass to my cunt and back again, time after time
before filling my ass again. I'm stood up, drained and repositioned
quickly. I feel cum in my armpits. Someone came all over my foot, the
sperm spreading between my toes. Somewhere in the midst of all the
depravation, I begin to moan and thrash, cumming extraordinarily
hard. But before I can even catch my breath, more men begin to use me
over and over and over... 33, 36, 42…. I cum again and again, while
becoming a sperm sponge soaking in spasm after spasm of seed juice
until finally it stops.

I can barely move. I shutter again and again and again as I see
myself in the mirror. My entire body either glistens or has patches
of dried fluid sticking to it. There is a pool of fluid puddling
under my neck and a string of sperm drains around it. "A perfect
string of pearls," I exclaim to myself. My jaw is sore...very
sore...as is my ass. My pussy is tender but surprisingly resilient,
probably due to the amount of moisture that constantly bathed its
entirety. I feel my arms and legs lowered a bit and I lay there in a
dream-like state of bliss wondering what my husband would think if he
saw me like this.

Out of the corner of my bleary eyes, I see you counting out the
money and handing a wad of bills to the garage owner. First the first
time I realize you had charged the men for my body. You used me as
your whore! I smile, pleased and content. I hear you talking to
another man as you give him the rest of the money.

"Here Deacon, use this to build the playground and anything else the
neighborhood kids need." My eyes swell with tears. I'm so very proud
of you! You always think of others before yourself, giving so
unselfishly.

Finally I'm stood up and drained for the last time. My legs feel
weak and arms heavy as the shackles fall. You help support me as you
lead me away from the table.

Meekly I ask you, "How many black men, Rick? How many strange black
lovers used me?"

You smile and proudly say, "Eighty-six! Maybe next time you'll do
better."

I shutter. Holding onto your arms for support, you lead me naked
into cool early morning air, walking me down the block to a 24 hour
coffee shop. Tenderly you sit me down. Word has already spread of
your generosity and cups of hot steamy coffee are given to us along
with fresh baked cinnamon rolls. The hot liquid revives me, washing
away the salty taste in my mouth.

"What happened to the bottle?" I ask.

"Rhonda is taking care of it. Great care," you say with a sexy smile
that makes me feel so warm inside.  "Of course you'll be required to
drink every last drop."

I shudder, "Of course, Rick!"

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