The elevator stopped on the eighth floor and Sue and Kim walked down to the end of the hall where they found Eight-One-Two. It had a double-door entry and there was a faint sound of disco dance music coming through the door. Sue rang the doorbell.
It was a minute before a small, cute redhead in her early twenties answered. She smiled, "You must be Kim," she said, looking the picturesque blond up and down. "And you?"
"I'm Kim's friend Sue," the other girl said, stepping forward into the apartment.
It was huge and luxurious. In the corner was a bar and a man in bartender's uniform was making drinks.
"I'm Sally," the redhead said. "And that's Sophia over there." Sophia was a fetching girl, taller than Kim with long legs exposed beneath a leopardskin mini-dress. She had long, glistening jet-black hair and big, black eyes.
Kim and Sue crossed to the bar and stood there waiting for the bartender to make them drinks. Kim, who knew only about screwdrivers, ordered one of those while Sue ordered an international stinger.
"So that's Bernard," Sue said, looking across the room where three black men talked, seemingly locking in important conversation. "Who are the others?"
Kim squirmed uncomfortably, seeing Bernard Khumalo and remembering how she had last seen him, and she felt a distinct loss of privacy at his being there. The other black men with him were unknown to her, but she decided they too must be African, perhaps his associates from Zimbabwe or Angola, places she hoped she would never, ever be. There were other men present as well, men in suits and ties, men of middle age with grey or thinning hair, and paunches, some of them with cigars, and diamond rings on their little fingers. Some of them were handsome, some had once been handsome, and others had never been handsome. Kim noticed with dreadful embarrassment that Henry Manson was among them, and Manson had also noticed that she was present. He raised his cocktail to her and smiled, his thick, soggy cigar in that same hand. Kim counted all in all fourteen men between about forty-five and sixty years of age. And every single one of the exuded the confidence that comes with power and wealth.
Sally answered the door again and three more girls came in, all young and attractive. One of them had breasts even larger than Kim's. Sue and Kim sat on one of the several expensive couches and began to talk.
"That Bernard whatever-his-name-is is utterly beautiful. I'd like to get next to him."
"I'll let you," Kim said. "I can't take anymore of him."
"You took all he had to give," Sue remarked under her breath and then turned to the man who had loomed over them.
"So good to see you here, Kim," Ike said. "And who is this lovely lady?"
"Sue, my friend. Sue, this is Ike Harvey."
Sue was gracious and friendly, in spite of what she knew Ike
was doing to Kim. She chatted in banalities with Ike while Kim watched, feeling very much at the mercy of this evil man. After all the nonsense, Ike gave them some parting advice before walking away to his guests.
"This is a party for Bernard and the people involved in our deal with him. Drink, dance, and have a good time, girls. Just remember, don't say no."
Kim stared silently, but Sue said, "We wouldn't think of it."
Kim and Sue finished their drinks and got two more. Before they had finished them, the men were coming by to talk to Kim. She was polite and ladylike, and tried to look them in the eyes, but the proximity of Bernard Khumalo and Henry Manson made her very uncomfortable and she found herself looking down at her lap more often than not, and she wished the neckline of her new dress weren't cut so low.
Bernard Khumalo sauntered over and sat beside her on the arm of the couch. "How's Kim this evening?" he said, slipping his arm around her shoulders.
Kim had to make an effort not to squirm away. "How are you, Bernard?"
"Everything's going real well. We're planning on coming back in just a few months. I hope you'll be here."
Kim wanted to retch. "I'm afraid I'll be here for a long time, Bernard," Kim said with a smile. "I'll be looking forward to seeing you."
Bernard tightened his arm around Kim, and she forced herself to relax. Sally came by with a small, gold pill box and knelt before the trapped teenaged bride. She dipped a small, spoon-like instrument into some white powder in the box and held it under Kim's nostril.
"Sniff it up, Kimmy-loo," Sue directed her, and Kim complied without thinking. She felt a tingling along with a strong odor of medicine, and then felt her spirits rise unaccountably. Sue took a snort, and Sally moved away to supply the other girls who had arrived after them.
"Was that what I think it was?" Kim asked.
"Coke," Sue said. "Take it while you can get it."
Bernard leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Take all you can get of everything." His black hand moved in front of her, and regardless of all the people present, cupped her ample left breast and bounced it up and down in his palm a few times. Kim wanted for all the world to turn and slap him, but the words of Ike Harvey came back to her. "Don't say no."
One of the men came up and asked Sue to dance, and she cheerfully accepted, bouncing onto the center of the floor and beginning to wiggle exuberantly to the music. It seemed that that broke the ice with the other people and soon the room was full of dancing couples. The sun was down outside and the lights in the room were down to a warm level, giving the people in the corners of the room some privacy, while those in the center of the room danced closely and paid no attention to who might be watching. The handsome, grey-haired man Sue was dancing with had both his hands on her bottom and both her arms were around his neck, her mouth moving slightly as she whispered in his ear.
But the cocaine had had its effect on Kim, and though she hated Sue for abandoning her, she felt her spirits soar when Bernard's strong hand gripped hers and drew her to her feet. He moved her back behind the couch and leaned against the wall, encircling her waist with his arms and drawing her back against him. He swayed with the music and she swayed with him, closing her eyes. Sally came by with the gold box and gave Kim another snort. Bernard's hand rubbed sensually across her lower belly, along her groin and upper thighs, and Kim's senses took her along, and she began moving her hips in time with the music, pushing her bottom back against Bernard, feeling that incredible hard rod between her buttocks, and moving her hips forward against the hand that had covered her pubic mound, moving in circles of arousal.
"Oh, Bernard," the teenaged bride sighed quietly, feeling her vaginal tightness loosening with the fluids of her unwanted arousal. People were watching, people could see, but that didn't stop the reactions of her body to the masculine attentions she was receiving. The cocaine, the alcohol, the smell of the wealth that had always eluded her, made this into another world, a dream world that didn't exist. It wasn't really happening, it was just a movie she was watching, this dark hand that moved up under her dress in front, through the leg of her panties to the downy feathers of her pubic hair, to the warm, wet slit of her cunt and into that tight, slippery hole. People could see, if they were interested, the motion of his hand under her dress as he stroked her burning clitoris. Kim heard herself moaning and knew they could perhaps hear her, but the feelings were growing on her much stronger and sharper than ever before and she couldn't stop the sounds coming from her throat, or the thrusts of her pelvis, or the way her thighs opened as she bent her knees to make her vulva more accessible to his questing, loving fingers.
Kim felt him pushing her forward so that she supported herself on her hands on the back of the couch. Bernard slipped the spaghetti straps over her shoulders and then nudged the top of her dress down so that her breasts leapt free and naked into the sight of all present. Her eyes roved the room and saw that all eyes seemed to be on her. Sue's face was turned toward her as she ground her belly against the man she was dancing with. Bernard ran his black hands over her perfect breasts, gently pinching the nipples, raising them to prominence. She felt him work her dress up in back, then push her panties down her thighs, over her knees to her ankles.
"Oh, Bernard," she whined. "This is awful!" And she stepped out of her panties, now covered below the waist only by her stockings and garter belt, the hem of her dress around her waist. The black man pushed her forward, bending her more at the waist and looked down at her exposed bottom cleft, her pulsing anus, and moist vaginal slit.
Bernard unzipped his trousers and brought out his mammoth penis, pushing the mushrooming head against her tight, hot hole. Kim caught her breath when she realized that he actually planned to have intercourse with her here, in front of twenty-five people. At his whispered command, she planted her feet wider, raising her buttocks instinctively to give him a better angle for penetration. All eyes watched as he centered the shaft over her tiny hole and pushed forward. All ears heard her groan as she was stretched and entered. Those standing to the side could actually see his giant cock disappear into her sweet, tender vagina. People nearby, amazed at the size of the ebony instrument and at the beauty of the female, craned their necks to peer over or around the girl's lovely, quivering white asscheeks at the delicate, pink-lined portals of her cunt as they were forced apart and split by the prodigious ramrod. They gasped as the black cock was swallowed whole inside Kim's vagina, sluicing wetly in and inch or two at a time, as Bernard worked it carefully inside.
Khumalo gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt his cock jam against her defenseless cervix and felt Kim shudder with the ecstasy of being filled full with that joy-giving organ. Kim groaned, pushing her bottom backward, unconsciously hoping to hide what Bernard was doing to her, and feeling his kinky. wiry pubic hair scratching and tickling her exposed anus.
Kim looked up, around the room at the other guests. All eyes were on her and Bernard. Sue was leaning back against her partner, moving her ass against his loins, while his hands unbuttoned her front and scooped her small, tight breasts out into view. Already, another girl was kneeling in front of a seated Henry Manson; she unzipped his fly, took out his big cock, and engulfed it with her mouth. Kim remembered the joy that cock had given her yesterday and she felt a twinge of jealousy. All rational thought had gone from her now as her body reacted to the huge black shaft that began to stroke expertly in and out of her sensitive, wet pussy. One of Bernard's African colleagues was pressed against her side, his strong hand pulling one of her buttocks a bit further open so that he could observe the fucking of her delicate cunt. He saw the pink cunt lining drawing out, clinging to the shaft on the outstroke, catching and being pulled even more on the coronal flange, then folding back inside on the instroke. The watching African observed a while with a smile, then moved over to Sophia with the black hair, and without any preamble removed her clothing to reveal her sexy body. Then he kicked off his trousers, pushed her to the floor, and sank his sleek, black penis into her compliant flesh. Kim watched the African's shiny buttocks rising and falling between the girl's widespread legs and realized that she would look like that in the same circumstances.
Kim tried to hide her swinging breasts with one arm but gave up the effort when she found herself losing balance without that arm to support her. She just couldn't stop the backward motions of her hips as she pushed them back as hard as she could, engulfing that lovely black penis again and again and again with her tender, hungry young pussy.
Bernard fucked her hard and deep, drawing groans and grunts of pleasurable exertion from her that the music did not quite succeed in masking. The overwhelming joy of the night before with her most beloved husband, was overwhelmed by the shattering physical joy of the moment, the giant black cock that would soon inject her with its African sperm. The feel of him, the wild smell of him drove her on to feats of animalism. A finger invaded her winking anus, pushing down to test the depth of Bernard's probing thrusts, but it wasn't Bernard's finger because both of his hands were gripping her waist. Kim looked up and saw one of the young women who had arrived after her. The girl had her hand extended and her hand between Kim's buttocks, thrusting her finger into the tight hole. Kim wagged her hips from side to side, shaking the girl's finger free, and then returned to her savage back-thrusting. The people danced and whirled, glancing often at Kim, and those that weren't sexually engaged came back to run their hands over her body, her breasts and bottom. One of the men came by and kissed her on the mouth, and she kissed him back, long and deep, as Bernard fucked her vagina and drove out all thoughts of her real life.
Sue was on her back on the floor now, while her male friend humped vigorously between her legs. Her eyes met Kim's and she smiled and Kim smiled back as she felt Bernard's cock piercing her to her womanly core. She felt her belly swelling and her entrails shaking and the expanding and throbbing of the great penis in her vagina that throbbed and jerked and spewed its volumes of hot, white sperm and sent her over the moon with joy and pleasure and hot, wet, gushing passion. Her tits jerked with her wild spasms of fulfilment and she tried to stop her screams but they were as unsuppressable as the juices that boiled and gushed in her cunt and she tried to stop the gobs of male cum that rolled down her inner thighs, but the people around her saw them and cheered because the guest of honor had fulfilled himself inside the pussy of the most beautiful girl at the party.
Kim fell limply forward over the back of the couch while Bernard's penis cooled and softened inside her and after a moment she felt that she wanted to be alone in the dark closet where no one could see her and she could wallow privately in the glow of her pleasure.
Bernard drew his soft but undiminished penis from her still quivering vagina and laid its glistening length between her splayed buttocks. The girl beside them closed her hand over it and began stroking it, but it refused to rise again. After about five minutes, the African drew back and leaned against the wall behind him. Kim felt him move away, and then saw him walk over and sag into a soft chair, lighting a cigarette and watching her with loving eyes. Kim smiled at him and made a move to rise, but a pair of hands pushed her forward once again, hands that prodded her slime-filled pussy and rubbed over the sopping mat of her pubic hair. She heard a zipper, and felt what Bernard could see the man with the bald head and executive-sized paunch who took his twitching cock and guided it to her oozing cunthole.
"No!" Kim shouted, but the cock was already filling her tight, sloppy love channel and re-stoking the embers that Bernard had left smoldering within her young, healthy body. He pounded against her uplifted bottom, his loose, heavy balls swinging up under her and slapping her groin. She felt his potbelly bouncing on her ass and his pudgy hands squeezing her tits and she heard a girl's voice urging him on.
"Go on, Morey! Fuck the little girl real good!"
Kim felt his cock inside her and wiggled her ass backward, opening herself to the invasion. She felt the man's thrusts and responded to them without even knowing what he looked like. She felt his belly, but she hadn't paid any attention to the other men in the room since Bernard had sat down beside her, so she didn't know what color his hair was, if indeed he had any, or if he was tall or short, or handsome or ugly, or old or younger. Only that his name was Morey and his cock was filling her and making her feel warm and secure even though everyone in the room could see her being fucked over the back of the couch.
Kim felt her second orgasm burst in her belly just before Morey groaned and sagged against her, adding his semen to Bernard's in her well-fucked vagina. And then he drew his shrinking penis out of her and he walked away and Kim could see him for the first time, that he was fifty-five and ugly with a double chin, no hair on top, and a fat belly. But she didn't have long to think of it because Bernard's two African friends had their hands on her and were carrying her to the middle of the floor.
"No more, please, no more," she groaned as they began to gently remove her clothing, her new lavender dress and underthings, and the matching high-heeled shoes she had worn up until now. They used her panties to wipe the glut of semen that bubbled from her slit, then went to work on her erogenous zones, the spots that had been so stimulated by the fucking she had received, two black men whose names she didn't know, whom she had never seen up until an hour ago, who were working on her responsive, hungry young body, making it ready to receive their rampant cocks. She lay writhing in heat as they squeezed her tits and sucked her nipples. One of them lowered his face to her hot, wet cunt and went to work with his mouth, spreading the lips of her sex and pushing his tongue against her clitoris. She looked up and saw Sue watching her.
Her friend's eyes were glued to her. Her man was sitting on the couch with his trousers around his ankles. Sue had her back to him, and stark naked, was straddling his thighs, moving up and down on his hard stalk. Kim could see it disappearing into Sue's cunt every time she lowered her hips. The man had his hands on Sue's small, firm tits from behind. Kim watched the act of intercourse with great interest, thinking that someday she would do it that way. She would do it every way there was.
Kim felt the tongue swabbing about the inner folds of her vulva and parted her legs further. Every woman in the room was now completely naked and engaged with one of the men. People were lying about everywhere, fucking joyously, though most of them were watching the treatment she was getting even though they were involved with some other woman. Kim felt as if her genitals were on display for the whole room, that everyone there was waiting for a turn at them with their hands, tongues, and cocks.