Running is Not an Option

Outside the men’s room Julie stood in front of the door as the four men approached. Two of the black men were obviously brothers, with similar builds and facial features. The third was a youngish black man, no older than 20, if that. The fourth was a heavily muscled man at least six feet five inches tall and over 250 pounds.

Julie spoke first. "Listen fellas,” she said, “My friend Emma is in there. She wants to know what a black cock is like. Want to help her out?"

"This better not be some fucking joke,” the largest of the four said, rather menacingly.

"This is for real," said Julie, “That’s my friend Emma in there; she has never had a black man before. I'll watch the door and you guys tell me when you are done. Just no rough stuff."

The four walked into the men’s room.

Alone, Emma had been regretting her hasty decision. Thoughts of being ravaged by four black men raced through her mind, equally erotic and downright scary.

A gruff voice announced their presence. "Hey lookee’ here,” the large black man literally shouted, “We got ourselves a free white bitch."

In seconds all four were inside, groping her. Emma was frozen. Her skirt was pulled off, then her blouse, and finally her bra was unclasped, falling to floor. Hands were all over her, feeling her legs, probing her pussy and groping her breasts. Then they all unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks. That's when Emma got her first look at a black man’s cock, real and live. The first two she saw sticking out between their legs were already hard. Each one was nearly at least ten inches long. The younger guy's cock was hanging down between his legs and she could see it continue to expand.

Then the large black man appeared in front of her. He went right to Emma and looked her in the eye. "This what you want lady? A big black cock like this?" His cock was at least a foot long and wide, so wide.

"Yes..., yes I do." She softly replied.

"Alright you hot little cunt. Where do you want it first?"