Back to the game

"Alright, why don't you move things over to the couch now so we can get back to the game." One of the men sitting at the table suggests.

"Aight." The man fucking Val's ass says.

He pulls his cock out, once again leaving her ass gaping, before giving her cheeks a spank each.

"Come on hoe, we've been told to leave." He says.

"Yes sir." She purrs back.

The man grabs her by her hair and uses it almost as a leash to guide her down off the table and onto her knees on the floor. Emily watches as he walks her friend like a dog over to the couch where he sets her up on her hands and knees before stuffing his cock straight back inside her ass.

"Ahh! Fuck! Fuck me ass!" She squeals as he goes to town on her poor back door once again.

"Why don't you come join us." One of the men at the table says, snapping Emily's attention away from her friend.

She sees that one of the men is motioning for her to come sit in his lap. Val's moans fade into the background as Emily's attention is drawn to the table of men playing cards. She climbs up from the floor and takes a seat in his lap. Even though he isn't hard, she can still feel the bulge in his crotch as she takes a seat. Looking around the table at the group of fully clothed strangers, Emily is suddenly starkly reminded of her lack of clothing. At least when Val was with her before she wasn't the only one. Her cheeks blush a little as she spots the men taking the occasional glance at her chest.

"So tonight is really your first night doing this sort of thing?" The man whose lap she's seated in asks.

She feels his hand placed on her thigh, almost comforting her a little as she becomes the centre of attention for these men as they continue their poker game.

"It... it is." She responds timidly.

"Wow, well you sure are a quick learner." The man says.

Emily can't help but smile a little at his praise.

"Whadda you do for work? Stripper? Hooker?" One of the other men asks her.

"Actually, I'm a lawyer." Emily responds with a hint of shame as she's reminded of her normal life.

At this all the men look up from their cards simultaneously for the first time. Each of them looks just as shocked as the next.

"Damn, seriously?" The man asks in disbelief.

"Yeah, seriously." She answers.

"You don't say. So you must be pretty smart then. What you doing around here letting a bunch of guys run a train on you then?" He asks.

"Everybody gotta let loose sometimes." One of his buddies interjects with a laugh.

"Don't matter how smart they are. All these white bitches go dumb when the see a big black dick dangling in front of them, ain't that right hoe?" Another adds.

Emily blushes as they reduce her to some sort of BBC addict, like her friend Val who was taking one up her ass on the couch just across from her. Was it really so far from the truth though? Tonight she had let all rational thought slip from her mind each time she was presented with a thick, black cock. This was surely a one off though. After tonight, she would return to her normal life working 9 till 5 in the office. She had gotten her **** on her husband and then some. After everything she had done tonight, she had irreversibly ruined her body for that limp dick white boy. He would regret ever cheating on her.

"Hey hoe, you there?" One of the men asks, noticing her mind trail off.

"Sorry, I just..." She says, trailing off.

"See, her head's empty after all that dick tonight." Another man interjects with a laugh.

"Only one thing her head is good for, and that's giving head." His friend replies with a chuckle.

"Yeah, matter a'fact hoe, why don't you get down under the table and put that mouth to use." The man who's lap she's seated in says.

"Yeah, looks like your friend is nearly ready for a new man." Another says.

Emily looks over to her friend once more.

*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*

"Ahh! Ahhh! Fuck! Yes! Fill my ass!" Val moans like a whore.

The man fucking her ass is going full pace and seems to be almost ready to finish. He's pounding her cheeks hard and fast, making the clapping sound echo throughout the garage.

"Chop chop hoe. We don't wanna leave your friend waiting do we?" One of the men asks, drawing Emily's attention back from her friend.

"Umm... ok." She says timidly, climbing down from the man's lap to the floor.

She gets back down onto her hands and knees and crawls under the table, disappearing out of sight for the group. She looks around at the sets of legs, who they belong to a mystery from her position down under the table. The memories of how she felt when they first circled around her earlier come flooding back. Their thick, juicy cocks just waiting to be slobbered all over. Once again she found herself in a similar situation, albeit in a slightly dehumanising manner. She picks a random man and crawls over to face him, fumbling around to unzip his pants and pull his cock out. It's still soft, but she supposes that's her job to fix.

She dutifully gets to work using her mouth to get him hard for the second time this evening. Her friend was right, despite having already finished once for the night, his balls still felt full and heavy. How many more times would her and Val have to drain these men's balls before the night was finally through?