Yes, it's Charles!

I turned around to face him, extending my right hand. “I’m Vince, are you Charles?”

His eyes lit up, as he reached for my hand. “Yeah, I’m Charles. This is my buddy, Tom.” he responded, shaking my hand. “Is that Christy?” he asked as I shook his friends’ hand. I was momentarily shocked as this big Black man’s hand engulfed mine. Both of these guys were big, like NFL football players. Charles looked to be 6 and a half feet tall and about 300 pounds of lean muscle. His friend Tom wasn’t as tall, but looked even more muscular than Charles. I was excited and terrified at the idea of either/both of these guys fucking Christy.

Together, we walked back to the bar and ordered drinks, then turned around to watch the dance floor. Christy had just finished dancing and was walking toward us.

“Man, you’ve got one hot girlfriend.” Tom said.

Charles leaned over to me. “Just act like we’re old friends.” he said under his breath.

As Christy approached us, she looked from me to Charles to Tom, and I handed her a drink. “Honey, this is Charles and Tom. I work with them sometimes.” I lied.

Christy took a sip of her drink. “I didn’t know you worked with football players.” she giggled as she shook each man’s hand. “Glad to meet ya.” Turning to me, Christy said, “C’mon, let’s dance!”

Before I could react, Charles interrupted. “I need to have a quick discussion with Vince. But Tom will dance with you.” He turned to his buddy, “Dance with her, man!”

Christy didn’t hesitate to grab Tom’s hand and pull him to the dance floor. “C’mon! Dance with me.”

Charles and I watched them head for the floor and start to dance. Charles turned to me. “Man, this is gonna rock! Did you do like I said?”
“Yep.” I responded. “No sex all week, and she’s ready to pop.” I realized that I had a shit-eating grin all over my face. So did Charles.

“We’ll get her warmed up, then go someplace else. OK?” I nodded in agreement. Then we watch Christy and Tom dance some more. By now, the DJ was playing a slow song, and Tom pulled Christy in close. She wrapped an arm around his neck, and laid her head on his chest. These made her tiny skirt rise and expose one of her ass cheeks. As they slow-danced across the floor, Christy was rubbing one of her hands over his huge biceps. Tom’s hand slipped from her waist and slid down to her ass. He let it rest there as his fingers gently massaged her tight butt. In a minute, Tom was cupping and massaging her ass as Christy almost blatantly ground her hips into his. When they returned, there was a noticeable bulge in his pants, and Christy looked dazed. We took turns dancing with Christy for the next couple of hours, plying her with drinks in between. Pretty soon, the execs and many of the secretarial types had left, and the club was filling with the true, late night party crowd. The music was louder and more aggressive, and Christy was more than a little tipsy. Charles suggested that we leave and go someplace less noisy and crowded.

Once outside, Charles said that the party didn’t have to end, and suggested that we go to his place, as he lived only a couple of blocks away.

Charles lived in one of the neighborhood warehouses that had been converted to loft apartments. As soon as we walked in, Charles picked up a remote off the table by the door. With a couple of taps, he’d turned on some lights so we could see his place. Only one interior wall separated the bathroom from the rest of the open apartment. There were floor to ceiling windows on opposing walls, and the other two walls were almost completely mirrored. One corner was setup as a bedroom, with a king size four post bed, and a 50 inch flat screen on the wall. The rest of the place was a mix of sofas, love seats, lounge chairs, arm chairs, coffee and end tables, and lamps randomly sprinkled about the place. Next to the kitchen area was an old style wooden bar, complimented with modern chrome and leather barstools. With a couple more taps on the remote, Charles turned off most of the lights, and dimmed the rest. A couple more taps, and the room was filled with the smooth sounds of Motown. Tom went behind the bar to fix drinks while Christy and I sank into one of the plush sofas. Charles went behind the bar with Tom, and exchanged a few hushed words, before joining us on the sofa. He sat on one side of Christy, and I was on the other. Tom brought the drinks over and passed them out. After a couple of sips, he pulled Christy up from the sofa to dance.

This time, Christy threw both her arms around his neck, making her skirt rise and expose her tight, pantied ass. Tom reached around and cupped and ass cheek in each hand. This time, Christy didn’t even pretend to dance; she started a slow grind into his hips, flexing her ass muscles. I could see how hot and bothered she was getting, so I cut-in so I could enjoy some of the fun. Christy never missed a beat, throwing her arms around my neck, and continued to grind. I slipped a hand into the back of her panties, but couldn’t do much, as she was clenching her cheeks, grinding me so hard.

When the song ended, Christy broke our embrace and we turned toward our hosts. We both gasped aloud.

Tom and Charles and were both sitting on the sofa, slowly jerking their massive cocks. Charles had at least 12 inches of cock-meat sticking out of his pants, and he wasn’t fully erect. Tom’s dick looked almost as long as Charles’, but it had to be almost twice as thick. It looked to be as thick as Christy forearm, with thick ropes of veins running it’s length.

Christy gasped again, and took a step backwards, bumping into me. The size of these shiny Black cocks had obviously shocked her. I began to worry if she'd cooperate.