Anna

Anna stood in the middle of the large, open pool area, her short dress now nothing more than a useless piece of fabric draped around her ankles. Jamal held her firmly by the hips, his large hand on her bare arse, and guided her slowly through the crowd. The torches and LED lights cast warm shadows over her full, heavy breasts and the fresh tattoo “BBC CUNT ♠”, which glowed directly above her clean-shaven cunt.

“Show yourself off, my little BBC Queen,” Jamal whispered in her ear, turning her slowly in a circle. “Let the lads see who you belong to.”

Anna laughed hoarsely, deeply and lustfully. The champagne and the constant touching had already got her completely high. She pressed her soft, voluptuous body tightly against Jamal, rubbed her arse against his hard cock and swayed her hips to the beat of the bass-heavy music. Her heavy tits bounced with every movement, her nipples rock-hard.

Jamal led her around further – like a trophy. He pushed her along in front of him, hands on her hips, and made her dance in front of small groups of men. Anna spun round, stretched her arms above her head, made her tits circle, and spread her legs slightly so that everyone could see her glistening, dripping slit and the brand mark.

“Fuck, that old woman’s proper hot,” shouted one.

“She’s properly addicted, isn’t she?”

Anna felt as if she were in a frenzy. Every glance, every lecherous remark made her even hornier. Her cunt was throbbing, her thighs were already wet. She was so horny she was almost trembling. Jamal grinned, grabbed her tighter and pulled her close to him again. She kissed him greedily, her tongue deep in his mouth, whilst she swayed her arse.

Anna laughed hoarsely and pressed her soft, voluptuous body even tighter against him. Her heavy tits pressed against his chest, her nipples hard with arousal. “Mmm… Jamal, you know full well that I only want your cock,” she moaned softly, circling her hips slowly to the beat of the music. “The others can watch and drool – but only you’re allowed to fuck me. I’m your personal BBC cunt… just for you.”

Jamal squeezed her arse harder and slid a hand between her thighs from behind, but only brushed lightly over her dripping slit. “Tell them exactly that, baby. Tell the lads everything you’re going to let me do to you today.”

Anna bit her lower lip, her eyes glistening. “Today I’m only letting Jamal fuck me… in every one of my holes. Mouth, cunt, arse – all just for him. I want him to fill me up until it’s running out of me. I’m just his cheap, addicted BBC slut now… and I love it!”

Suddenly, a stocky, broad-shouldered black man stepped forward – muscular like a boxer, with thick arms and an arrogant, self-assured grin. He slowly eyed Anna up and down and laughed loudly.

“Come on, Jamal… this one’s supposed to be a real BBC slut? Don’t make me laugh.” He pointed his finger straight at Anna. “Any old slut can spread her legs and offer up her pussy. But give a proper blowjob? Really deep, really hot, until the bloke explodes? Very few can do that. Most of them are just pretending.”

Anna stood her ground, Jamal’s hand still firmly on her dripping cunt. She stared defiantly at the burly man, her eyes sparkling.

Jamal grinned dangerously and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. “You want to insult my Queen?” He looked at Anna, his eyes dark with pride and lust. “Well, my BBC CUNT? Do you want to show him what a real slut can do? Or shall I just chase him away?”

Anna felt the anger rising within her. Jamal was her man, her king – no one was allowed to tarnish his honour. She really only wanted him, just to feel his cock inside her… but now it was about his pride. And she was sure of one thing: she could quickly suck that loudmouth dry. A few minutes of deep-throating whilst Jamal fucked her from behind – that was child’s play. The risk was minimal.

Jamal asked again, louder, so that everyone could hear: “How is she going to prove it?”

The burly man grinned even wider and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ll bet you, Jamal… your so-called Queen won’t be able to make me come with her mouth. If she does, I’ll accept her as Queen and you as our King for today.”

Anna thought to herself: *A few minutes of sucking and then the bet is won. Jamal will then be the king with me as his queen.*

“Deal,” she said in a firm, sultry voice, slowly licking her full lips. “I’ll suck you off until you come in my mouth.”

The Stocky One laughed and shook his head. “Not so fast, slut. Where’s the fun in that?” He paused briefly and grinned widely. “While you’re sucking me off, the others can fuck you from behind… and cum inside you until I finally come in your mouth.”

Anna flinched inwardly. A brief panic flared up inside her. But she immediately thought: *She’s got an idea. Jamal has to be first. Jamal will hold back. He’ll wait until the bloke comes. Then we’ve won.*

Loudly and confidently she said: “Jamal has to be the first one allowed in my cunt. After that, you can all have your way with me for all I care. But him first.” She looked the Stocky One straight in the eye. “And you… you’ll be begging, you big mouth.”

The stocky bloke laughed loudly and was already unbuckling his belt. “Deal. On your knees, slut.”

Jamal grinned proudly, gave Anna a firm slap on her bare arse and whispered to her: “Show him, baby. Defend my honour.”

The men around them cheered and clapped enthusiastically. The bet was on.