Private Window

My mind had been in a sexual fog when we left the gangbang on his motorcycle. Wearing only the robe untied around me, I knew it would float in the air behind me as he sped down the roads to his house. Thankfully, he kept to the lesser-traveled roads, but anyone in a car or truck behind us, or we passed, certainly got a good view of my naked body. Just an exhibitionist on a nighttime ride was what they undoubtedly thought. The reality would have shocked them: a slut who had just been thoroughly, maybe excessively, fucked and uncaring of her exposure.

At Thomas's house, he pulled into the garage and assisted me into the house and to his bedroom. I occasionally stumbled over a step or bumped against a corner as he led me through the house. He pulled the covers back for me to climb into the bed, lying on my side. I heard him undress, then felt the bed sag as he too moved onto the bed. He moved behind me and spooned into my back, his hand cupping a tit gently.

"Did I satisfy you tonight, Thomas?" I softly asked, nearly asleep already.

"You did well with the men, Trixie," he softly replied into my hair. "You were amazing, in fact."

"No," I responded. "Did I satisfy YOU?" He pressed against me tighter, and I felt his cock stiffen against my ass. I wiggled my ass against it. "I always knew when it was you fucking me, Thomas. I was always aware whether in my cunt or my ass. I always knew. When you fucked me, were you satisfied? Was I good for you?"

"Very good, Trixie. You always are. I love fucking your cunt and ass. I love fucking your throat, too, but I love seeing you orgasm, and you can't do that with your throat. So, I prefer you cunt and ass," he explained.

"My orgasms," I followed, "are why you enhanced my nipples and clit so much, right? To have me orgasm more and intensely?"

"Exactly. Are you now pleased that I did?"

"Very much, Thomas," I sighed. "Very much. You remembered that modifications and enhancements were part of my fantasies."

"I know all your fantasies."

I sighed deeply. It wasn't a sad sigh of him knowing and using my fantasies against me. It was a weary sigh from being fucked almost senseless. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"You can ask. I won't release you, if that is what you want to ask, though."

"No, no," I softly replied, "I understand that." I snuggled back against his hard body and wiggled my ass against his hardening cock. "Can you be inside me?"

"You want to fuck?" he asked incredulously.

"No, I'm too tired. If you want to fuck, of course, but I just want you inside me as I fall asleep." He shifted slightly, lifted my top leg, and pressed his cock against my well-fucked cunt. "No, my ass, please."

He shifted back a couple of inches to press his cock against my asshole as he pulled my ass cheek open. I gasped as his massive cock entered my equally well-fucked ass. He held me tight as he worked his cock as deep as possible, given the position. I was asleep by the time he was settled inside me.

I didn't hear him whisper in my ear, "You are amazing, my sexy, anal slut."

* * * *

The next morning was disorienting. The sounds were off, and the shadows and lighting were incorrect. Then I remembered the night before, and Thomas taking me to his house. I was alone in his bed. I heard sounds from somewhere in the house, but I headed directly for the bathroom. I had to take a shower. I knew I had cum in my hair, crusted on my body, and there had been a wet spot where cum had leaked from my holes during the night.

After a shower and a bit of pampering, I ventured naked in search of Thomas. I knew my robe had to be around somewhere, but I also knew he had a plan for a second gangbang for me. And, this was the man who virtually owned my body and enjoyed showing it off. Being even slightly dressed in the privacy of his home made no sense even to me.

"Ah, Trixie," he said cheerily as I entered the kitchen to find him at the counter assembling a plate of eggs, toast, and fruit. He pointed the plate at the kitchen table, where I sat, as he placed it in front of me. "I heard you in the shower."

I hadn't realized how hungry I was and took a piece of melon immediately into my mouth. He sat across the table from me with a cup of coffee. He was covered in a robe. "If you show me where you have an extra set of sheets, I'll change your bed. I... ahh... I apparently leaked a lot last night," I shyly uttered while not making eye contact.

He chuckled, "I noticed, Trixie. I forced some out myself... you wanted me in your ass, remember?"

I blushed. I'd forgotten about that. What a slut, came immediately to my mind. I nodded and tried to continue eating and sipping coffee. The coffee was rich and maybe the best part of the meal.

"How are you feeling this morning, Trixie?"

I finally looked up. "Trixie," I repeated softly. "I thought that was just to protect my identity, but you keep using it."

"That's because you are Trixie now. A slut needs a slut name, don't you think? I can't control what you and Phil do privately in your home, but with us, you are a slut, so, yeah, you will continue to be Trixie. If Phil objects..."

I laughed, and he asked why. I shook my head, "Phil objecting to you. He might say something to me, but... not to you."

"That must be disappointing to learn about him." I nodded. "How does that make you feel, Trixie?"

He keeps repeating that name. I understood, too. He had his agenda: break Phil; break me. "It feels like I am adrift on a raft with nobody to help me."

"That's not true, Trixie. I'm here and will be. I will guide you to where you need to go. You aren't aimlessly adrift. You are on course. In fact, I think you are well ahead of the plan I had hoped for."

I stared into his eyes. "A course set for me into slutdom? My becoming a full-fledged fuck-happy slut?"

He smiled and nodded, "Exactly." He seemed to think for a moment. "You know, I owe you an apology." Now, that surprised me. "I was so pissed at those guys that I wanted to take everything I could from them. I did, too. I took their money and you. The money was deserved. You... well, you were collateral damage. But, after it started, that first Saturday... you know that I never intended it to go past that Saturday? Seeing your body, though, and fucking you... damn, you were so responsive despite your reluctance. I just knew there was a slut inside you that had been denied. Your fantasies were so enticing, I couldn't resist taking you on that journey of discovery. So, I apologize, but I don't regret continuing."

A funny apology, but I understood, and that was a bit frightening, too. I was sitting naked with him in his home after a night of being ravaged in every hole by eight black cocks. He explained to me how I was just collateral damage, but a condition he intended to continue. His explanation was both honest and understanding while being deliberate in maintaining the control he had. The most frightening part of it all, though, was that I understood, and that the reality of what he was doing to me had always made me feel the most alive and fulfilled of my life. I tried to fight it, to resist it, but he had always been right when he pointed out that my body had accepted his control; only my mind stubbornly couldn't follow.

I sat at the table naked and sipping coffee with him watching me. Everything he had said, and I sat sipping coffee calmly. What was wrong with me? I knew what was wrong with me. I understood. Was I ready to give in? No. But I understood. In a sick kind of way, I was looking forward to what he had planned for how I would be fucked and thoroughly ravaged today. That was what was wrong with me. I was beginning to look forward to it all.

* * * *

It had never been defined to me when the second day's gangbang would begin or how long it was expected to last. It wasn't important for me to know, I guess. I was the slut. I would be fucked. I would orgasm. They would cum in me, probably all my holes. And, it would last as long as it would last.

When the doorbell rang, Thomas directed me to answer it. It was about to start. I walked to the front door naked, of course, my big tits jiggling as I did. I opened the door to find Aaron and Lonny. They each grabbed me in the open doorway, fully exposed to the outside. They kissed me hard, hands stroking, fondling, and probing.

"Damn, Trixie," Aaron uttered with his hand between my legs, "is your cunt always wet?"

"No, not always," I quietly replied.

"She isn't when she is at home, I bet," Lonny laughed, "when she's with that tiny dicked husband of hers."

"It's amazing you were ever able to fuck that tiny thing. It's not much bigger than an enlarged clit, is it?"

I didn't respond. I didn't dare. If I did, they might use my words against Phil. I might be greatly disappointed in him, but I didn't think I was ready for that level of humiliation of him. Not from me, anyway. But, how much more humiliation could I endure before that changed?

Thomas said there were two more to arrive, and we would all wait. That disappointed Aaron and Lonny, so Thomas suggested I masturbate on the coffee table for them while we waited. He told me I was to continue until I orgasmed, even if the others arrived.

No beer bottles this time, just my fingers. I almost smiled, though. I did have the advantage of a very sensitive clit and G-spot, along with equally sensitive nipples. And, I knew how to reach my G-spot after Thomas had attacked it and driven me to a wild orgasm without his cock.

Lying on the coffee table, I pulled my knees up and spread them wide, blatantly exposing my cunt to the three men in front of me. I raised my head to look at them framed between my heaving tits and thighs as one hand slid teasingly down my stomach to my open cunt. My thumb rubbed over my clit as my fingers slid over my cunt several times before plunging inside. My other hand began on my nipples. I had two fingers plunging in and out of my cunt. I did a partial crunch to turn my wrist and hand to curl my fingers up inside to find my G-spot.

"OH... FUCK!" I cried out when I found it. I released my nipple so that my hand could focus on my clit. My fingers flew into my cunt and over my clit. I cried out and moaned and gasped. It became hard to breathe, but I pressed on to satisfy Thomas... always satisfy Thomas. My tits heaved as I gasped for a ragged breath.

When I finally orgasmed, I had four fingers inside me, and I was pulling one nipple so hard it distended the tit. My head fell back onto the table surface, and my legs dropped. When I looked up, the three guys were joined by a man and a woman standing beside them.

I quickly closed my thighs over my cunt, my hand trapped there. "What? Who?" I gasped with surprise.

"Trixie, this is Anne and Tom," Thomas offered as an introduction, "Guys, this is Trixie, our slut for today's fun." A woman, I repeated to myself. Of course, I thought as his comment yesterday came back to me: five people and four cocks. "Anne goes both ways, but today she's interested in you, Trixie."

"Well," Anne responded with a twinkle in her eyes, "if you were to offer that pole of yours, I might reconsider."

Tom laughed, "My wife can be a slut, too, Trixie," he said in explanation.

"Seeing her cum like that," Anne said as she began pulling her clothes off, "I want her to do that to me. You ever done a woman, Trixie?" I shook my head while trying to catch up with this surprising twist. "I'm your first, then." She was naked. Black guys naked seemed common for me, now a black woman. Her breasts were maybe C-cup, and her cunt was bald like mine. As she moved the few steps to me, I slid off the coffee table. It was clear she wanted me to do her right there in front of the guys. As she opened her legs to me as I knelt at the side of the table, "You guys can fuck her all you want, just don't interfere with her doing me," she said with finality.

As I slid my hands along her thighs, my gaze dropped from her smiling face to her spread cunt. My first cunt. I'd seen other women naked before, but none that were black or had a bald cunt, especially one I was expected to create an orgasm for.

"Tom, we've dipped our cocks into her plenty," I heard Thomas's voice behind me. "If you want her ass, use this gel. Her cunt is always good, though, too."

Now I was going to be fucked by a man as I ate his wife. Their openness to sex was arousing, like I needed anything else to arouse me after masturbating. I felt gel spread over my asshole, then fingers pushing more into me. I lowered my lips to Anne's cunt and licked with long strokes over her lips, pushing my tongue into her hole. I shifted up a few inches to suck her clit as I slipped a finger, then two, into her hole. I listened to her moans at the same time I felt a cock at my asshole pressing firmly, confidently, like a man used to fucking assholes.

"Fuck," Anne gasped, "if I'm your first, you are a natural," she added with a moan as she lightly placed a hand on top of my head.

"Damn," I heard Tom utter, "her ass feels good."

"You should have seen how gaping it was yesterday," Lonny exclaimed. "And she never complained once we started. She's a real, natural slut."

"If she'd ever allow herself to fully release," Thomas added.

Tom thrust hard into my ass, his cock sinking deep, and I realized I hadn't seen it. It felt big, too. Were there any black guys with average-sized cocks? I was thrusting my fingers into Anne's cunt with my lips locked like a suction on her clit. I curled my fingers and searched the top front of her cunt inside, where I found mine, where it would connect to her clit. When I found it, I knew by the touch of my finger, but more by her hips thrusting up and a loud exclamation from her. It came at the same moment her husband thrust extra hard into my ass, which mashed my mouth into her, my teeth shifting and hitting her clit.

Tom was fucking me hard when I felt fingers on my own clit and nipples. It had to be more than one other person. They were ganging up on me, knowing how sensitive those parts were, but I was determined to stay with Anne, too.

Then, I heard Thomas softly speaking, "This is your slut wife, Phil, eating her first cunt while being ass-fucked by another man she doesn't know. You can see how determined she is to bring this woman to an orgasm. You should be proud your wife is such a slut." I knew another video was being recorded and would soon be on its way to Phil for more humiliation and taunting.

Anne's orgasm was stunning. She flooded my mouth. Was that squirting, I wondered? I had heard of it, but it had never happened to me. The added stimulation, along with the fucking brought me to orgasm before Anne with Tom continuing to fuck me. After Tom came in my ass, Anne wiggled out from under my mouth, and a new cock plunged into my ass without hesitation. I only knew it wasn't Thomas.

I remained in the same position, bent over the coffee table, until the fourth cock, Thomas, plunged into my ass and filled it with cum that oozed out with each thrust. After he pulled out, "There," Thomas said for everyone to hear, but especially me, "that's the way her ass should always look: gaping and cum running out. Where is my phone?" And another short video was sent to Phil.

I went to the kitchen for more beers and quickly returned to the room, but the entire walk reminded me of the multiple cocks that had just fucked my ass. I knew it was gaping, and I could feel cum running out with each step. I was beginning to think I loved being fucked in the ass as much as in my cunt.

Entering the room, it was weird. Not the naked guys, I was getting used to being with naked black guys. It was weird, though, to be with a naked black woman. And, the way she was looking at me, I wondered if she was planning something new for me.

Anne took a gulp from the beer, and I couldn't help but make a connection as she tilted the beer bottle to her mouth, just as I had had to use a similar beer bottle just yesterday. Anne put the bottle down and told me to lie back on the coffee table. Anne was quite sexually aggressive. She didn't seek permission from Thomas or her husband. She pushed my legs apart after I was settled.

"Your ass sure is a mess, slut," she uttered. "Let's see what we can do about that cunt of yours."

What was she going to do? Eat me? That honestly seemed so tame after all I had been subjected to, not that I didn't enjoy all of it. I found out quickly what she had in mind. She leaned over me to kiss my mouth as if she were kissing a lover, and surprisingly, I responded. My arms found their way around her neck, and we kissed long and passionately. Her mouth moved, as I was sure it would, down over my upper chest to my tits and nipples. She kissed, licked, and sucked.

"Damn," she uttered to nobody in particular, "you really do have sensitive nipples." Her lips brushed over my nipple as she spoke. Then, she began lightly chewing on it.

"Oooohhhhh... fffuuuccckkkk..." I gasped as she switched nipples and her hand slipped between my thighs to my dripping cunt, rubbing over my engorged clit, and three fingers dipping inside me.

"She's ready," I heard her say.

"Ready for what?" I heard a male voice question.

"Wait and see," Tom's voice came. "She loves doing this to unsuspecting women."

Unsuspecting? What... "OH FUCK!" I cried out as I felt her pushing against my cunt. "Oh... my fucking... God... what..." I called out. But I knew what it was. She was pushing her hand into my cunt. She wasn't a large woman, but her hand was larger than Thomas's pole. She pushed steadily, not back and forth, but a steady push with a twisting action. I bit my lower lip as I pressed my hands to my head as her hand stretched my hole, twisting back and forth as she inched her hand inside until...

"FUCK!" Her hand was inside! I raised my head and curled slightly to see for myself, not quite able to believe I had a hand inside my cunt, but there it was. She pushed and pulled, her hand never appearing as her wrist disappeared and reappeared from my clenching cunt.

"Okay, Phil," I vaguely heard, "this looks like a day of many videos coming your way. Your wife is getting her cunt fist fucked, see? What a slut. Look at the hand moving inside her. Look at her face! Is that the look of rapture or what?"

Oh, poor Phil, came to my mind, but was replaced immediately with, fuck Phil. I'm the one this was happening to. And... God damn, but I love it!

"Fuck me with your hand!" I cried out. "Drive your arm all the way in." Then, "Oh fuck!" She had opened her hand, the fingers spread as she pulled it back, scraping on the walls, then closing as she thrust back in so her fingernails didn't scratch my insides. Oh my God... what a feeling.

Her mouth descended to my throbbing clit and began sucking on it. I orgasmed instantly, but like Thomas, she didn't even hesitate or pause, but she continued driving her fist into me and sucking. After another orgasm, she left her hand in my quaking and spasming cunt.

"So," she finally said, "that's how it feels when a woman orgasms around your cock." I collapsed back, feeling totally spent. What was next, I wondered, as I gasped for breath and tried to slow my heart rate.

The time being fisted apparently was sufficient for the guys to recover, and I wasn't allowed more time for my recovery. Thomas lay on the family room floor with his cock standing tall. It was a signal I understood, of course. I crawled off the coffee table and straddled his body, taking his cock in hand, and sitting over it. It didn't take any effort, even on Thomas's cock after being fisted.

Thomas pulled me against his chest, and we kissed. I hadn't started fucking him yet. I anticipated it wasn't intended to be such a simple fuck. I was right, too. I felt one ass cheek pulled to the side and a cock pressed at my asshole that I was sure had remained open from the earlier ass fucking they all gave me. I turned my head as best I could to find Aaron, the man with the second-largest cock. Normally, those two double penetrating me would have been a struggle, but I was hoping not after my ass had been gaped by four fucks and my cunt gaped by Anne's fist.
Aaron pressed his cock against my asshole, and it spread open for him with only a bit of resistance. He pressed steadily until he was in, and I was encouraged to raise my hips off Thomas to allow him to make jerky thrusts, as Aaron began thrusting into my ass. God, what was wrong with me, but I felt so alive and vibrant and desired. My tits tried to bounce, but they were so large they were trapped between Thomas and me, but still, the fleshiness of my tits jiggled with each hard thrust from Aaron.

Aaron came in my ass, then it was my turn. Thomas was essentially trapped, but somehow, during my quaking orgasm, the three of us rolled to the side. I still had two big cocks buried in me, but Thomas was on top and began aggressively fucking my cunt.

After Thomas finally added his cum to my body, and if I thought I might have some respite, I would have been wrong. Lonny and Tom immediately pinned me in another double penetration.

By the time the three of us came one at a time, Thomas apparently had time to recover. After flopping to the side empty of cock for the moment, I noticed Thomas indicating for me to come to him. I didn't even try to stand, but crawled to him. He wanted my ass, reverse cowgirl on his lap, my legs outside his. It was intended to expose me to the others with a black cock buried in my ass.