Queen of spades

While the four friends were busy in the shower with their cum lotion, the cage was slowly wheeled into the center of the club.

Spotlights flared up, completely blinding Sara and Svenja. The two sisters stood there with their hands tied behind their backs, their wet, transparent shirts still clinging to their bodies. The vibrating eggs in their pussies were running at full power and humming mercilessly.

Jerome was in the cage with them. Naked, muscular, with deep black, glossy skin. His huge cock hung heavy and semi-erect between his legs. He took the bucket of soapy water that Lisa had handed him and began slowly washing the two sisters. First, he poured the thick, white lather over Svenja’s body. The shirt immediately turned milky, then slimy, and dissolved into long, slimy strands. Jerome rubbed firmly over her body with both hands, pressing the fabric against her skin and scrubbing it away until Svenja stood completely naked before him. Her tits gleamed, her nipples hard, her pussy dripping and pulsing around the vibrating egg.

Then it was Sara’s turn. Jerome poured the lye over her heavy C-cup breasts, rubbing the shirt off slowly and thoroughly until only her bare, wet skin remained. The two sisters now stood stark naked in the brightly lit cage, their hands bound, the vibrating eggs deep inside their pussies, their eyes blinded by the glaring light.

For both of them, it felt like an erotic, surreal dream.

Sara stared at Jerome and blinked dazedly.

Again… that black guy again…

She still remembered the photo shoot where she came on his cock and he came all over her. Then only fragments of the night at the strip club—how she had seduced “Fabian.” She didn’t remember. The next morning there had been cum in her pussy, and Lisa had said she’d had sex with Fabian. But that night she’d dreamed of Jerome, of him fucking her on stage. Now she was apparently dreaming of him again. She felt Jerome pressing his thick, warm cock against her ass, sliding it slowly between her cheeks. The vibration in her pussy was so intense that she could barely think straight.

It’s just a dream… just a horny dream…

Svenja next to her was caught in a similar haze of **** and arousal.

She saw Jerome, felt his huge cock stroking her body over and over, and thought only:

…this can’t be real… it feels too good…

Flashbulbs flickered without pause.

Jan had set up several cameras. The photos captured everything in razor-sharp quality: the bound hands, the dripping pussies, the vibrating dicks, the glistening bodies. The new tattoos, in particular, were photographed over and over.

On Sara’s, the words “Queen of Spades” were emblazoned in bold letters.

On Svenja’s left thigh, right next to her pussy, the same symbol—a large, black Q♠.

The message was clear: these two white women wanted nothing but black cocks.

Jerome slowly ran his thick cock over Sara’s tits, then over Svenja’s ass, letting it glide between her legs without penetrating her. The two sisters moaned loudly and helplessly, their bodies twitching under the constant stimulation of the balls and the sensation of the huge black cock on their skin.

Jerome grinned widely and lewdly as he looked at the two bound sisters in the cage. Without saying a word, he roughly grabbed Sara and threw her onto her back on the cold cage floor. Then he lifted Svenja up and placed her directly on top of her big sister—face to face, plump tits against plump tits, dripping pussy against dripping pussy. The two naked, sweat-soaked bodies pressed tightly together, their bound hands twisted helplessly behind their backs and twitching.

Jerome knelt behind the horny sisters’ double spread, reached between Sara’s wide-spread legs, and slowly pulled the vibrating egg out of her dripping, gaping pussy. Sara screamed loudly and lustfully as the egg slipped out with a smacking pop. Then it was Svenja’s turn—he also pulled her egg out slowly and with relish, pulling it out very slowly so that the tight pussies really gaped and twitched. Both pussies remained open, red, and greedy, glistening with pussy juice and pulsing with lust.

Then he really got started.

Jerome positioned his huge, thick, black monster cock first at Sara’s dripping pussy. With a slow but powerful thrust, he rammed it all the way into her—his thick, heavy balls slapping hard against her ass. Sara screamed loudly, her body arched, her tight pussy stretching brutally around the fat black shaft. He pulled out completely, the massive cock glistening and dripping with her hot juices, and then immediately thrust deep into Svenja’s tight, hungry pussy. Svenja whimpered loudly and lustfully as he filled her to the hilt, her pussy visibly stretched around his thick shaft.

Then the alternating, brutal fucking began.

All the way in. All the way out.

Jerome fucked them alternately, deep, hard, and rhythmically. Into Sara—all the way in, his thick balls slapping loudly against her ass. Out. Into Svenja—all the way in, her pussy visibly stretching around the thick black shaft, smacking wet and obscenely.

He fucked them like this for minutes on end. Always taking turns. Always all the way in. Always all the way out. The two sisters’ pussies smacked loudly and wetly with every brutal thrust. Their bodies rubbed against each other with lust, tits pressed together and squeezed, their bound hands twitching helplessly with pleasure.

Sara’s and Svenja’s heads lay side by side. They stared at each other with glassy, lustful eyes, moaning loudly into each other’s faces, while Jerome alternately used their dripping pussies like cheap fuck holes.

After several minutes, they both came almost simultaneously.

Sara came first. Her body convulsed violently, she screamed loudly and animalistically, and her pussy milked Jerome’s thick cock convulsively, sucking and twitching wildly around it. Svenja followed seconds later—she arched her back, moaning long, high, and lustfully, while her pussy twitched wildly and squirted her hot pussy juice around Jerome’s cock.

Jerome continued to fuck her mercilessly through their orgasms until he came himself.

He thrust deep into Sara one last time—and came.

The first, massive spurt was so strong and so deep that it pumped directly into her womb. Spurt after spurt, he pumped his hot, thick, white cum into Sara. There was so much of it and it went so deep that nothing leaked out. Her pussy remained tightly clamped around his throbbing cock; not a single drop oozed out—everything stayed deep inside, bulging with it.

Then he pulled out and immediately shoved his still-throbbing, cum-dripping cock into Svenja. The second and third spurts were already a bit weaker, but still powerful and thick. He only shot half of it into her; the rest of his hot cum immediately ran out of her open, overflowing pussy in thick, white, viscous streams and dripped in long strands onto Sara’s body below, over her tits and her belly.

Jerome pulled his dripping, glistening cock out and looked in amazement at Sara’s bulging, filled pussy.

“Fuck… nothing’s coming out of her,” he muttered, surprised and horny. “It’s all so deep inside… it’s not coming back out. The little slut is really filled up.”

Sara and Svenja lay on top of each other, breathing heavily, their pussies red, swollen, and open—one of them plump and filled to the brim with Jerome’s thick cum, the other dripping and overflowing with horny juices and cum.

Svenja was long since out of this world.

The ****, the hours of horny ****, the vibrating eggs deep inside her pussy, and Jerome’s huge, black monster cock, which took turns brutally ramming deep into her and Sara’s tight holes, had completely fucked her mind away. For her, everything was now just a hot, blurry, horny dream of lust and cum.

Suddenly, a woman appeared next to her.

Svenja recognized that face. She’d seen it before… but she couldn’t quite place it. The woman was pretty, with long dark hair and a gentle yet determined smile.

“Come on, Svenja,” the woman whispered hotly into her ear, just as Jerome thrust his thick cock all the way into her dripping pussy again. “You have to come quickly. Your boyfriend has a hot surprise for you. He’s already waiting at the glory hole. Your really dirty gift for his bachelor party.”

Svenja just moaned softly and dazedly. Her head was far too full of pure lust to think. She just nodded weakly.

The woman took her by the hand and led her—in Svenja’s hazy dream—into a brightly lit area. There was a wall with a round, inviting hole.

Svenja knew about glory holes. She’d watched porn with Fabian. Once she’d even cut up an old cloth, knelt behind it, and pretended she was a stranger’s slut. Fabian had fucked her mouth really hard back then. It had been one of the hottest things they’d ever done.

Of course… he wants that again today, she thought in her totally hazy state. He wants his really dirty present…

She obediently sank to her knees. The hole was right in front of her face. A thick, bulging cock pushed slowly and heavily through the hole.

Svenja greedily opened her mouth, took the thick, shiny head between her full lips, and immediately began to suck it deep and devotedly. She sucked loudly and smacking, letting her tongue circle wildly around the swollen head, taking it as deep as she could into her tight throat while moaning horny and muffled. The cock was huge, hot, throbbing, and tasted of pure sex. She thought it was Fabian.

The thick cock suddenly twitched violently—and came.

The first, massive spurt shot deep into her throat, straight into her stomach. Svenja swallowed convulsively, her eyes wide open, as spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum was pumped into her. She wanted to stop, wanted to catch her breath—

Mia was already back beside her.

“What are you doing? Suck his cock, you horny slut!” Mia hissed sharply.

Svenja was totally confused. But… I just… Yet the cock was still there. Hard, bulging, and untouched, as if she’d never started. She opened her mouth again and sucked it once more—deep, greedily, with everything she had. He came again, this time right into her mouth, filling it with thick, salty cum until it ran out of the corners of her mouth.

And another blackout.

She had just swallowed… hadn’t she? That can’t be. There was his thick cock again—still completely hard, still unsucked, bulging and dripping in front of her face, as if nothing had happened.

Svenja stared at him with glassy eyes, her mind completely fucked up, while her own pussy twitched and dripped with lust. She no longer knew what was real—she only knew that she had to keep going. Again and again.