Hotel Blacked

Right now, I'm at Emerald Isle in N.C. at my brother's beach house.  We are here for the week, me and my hubby with two young children.  The trip started Saturday afternoon... about a 5-hour drive to Conyers, Ga just outside Atlanta where we stayed in a Springhill Suites overnight before the seven-and-a-half-hour trip to the coast.  We like to split up the trip, so the kids won’t go crazy.  
 
Conyers, and the Atlanta area in general, are ethnically diversified with a significant black population.  We arrived late at the hotel after dinner at Mellow Mushroom.  The place was still hopping with people checking in as well as roaming in and out of the lobby.  The lady behind the desk was black, as was every single person we saw that night in the vicinity of the hotel.  Everyone was very nice, but Andy was uneasy.  He smelled weed in the parking lot and was anxious to get to our room.  
 
It's an upscale hotel with a lovely ambiance, generally well maintained.  I honestly wasn't the least bit concerned about being the only white people in sight and found my hubby's restlessness curiously amusing. The manager informed us there was a wedding party along with a traveling baseball team booked for the night as an explanation for all the activity.  The hotel was completely full.  Fortunately, we had called ahead for reservations.    
 
They put us on the top floor - that being the 4th - in a corner suite that looked over the parking lot.  My eight-year-old daughter, Samantha, wanted to sleep on the pull-out couch in the living area.  We let Seth, the one-year-old, sleep next to her for a while.  Sam’s a big help with her younger brother.  The bedroom and living area were not sealed off by a partition.  It was an open floor plan.  
 
 
When the kids finally passed out, I suddenly realized we didn't have ice.  Andy had fallen asleep watching TV, so I decided to brave it down the hall by myself to the machine which was located by the elevators.  I was wearing an Atlanta Braves night shirt, hem down to my mid thighs and a pair of cotton panties with no bra or socks.  I hadn't washed off my makeup, and my brown hair was frazzled from a long, tiring day.  I’m sure I looked exhausted.    
 
As you might have guessed, I didn't cruise down the hall without running into somebody... two black boys I'm guessing were in the range of fifteen - clean cut and polite, all smiles and not the least bit alarming.  They were rooming together and, as I suspected, members of the traveling baseball team.  
 
"You guys have a game tomorrow?" I asked, trying not to look too embarrassed about my attire.    
 
"Yes ma'am," they both answered, and I cringed.  
 
"Don't call me that!"  I didn't mean to sound cross, but I prefer young men perceive me as close to their age.  Unfortunately, they had both seen me check in with the kids.  They knew I was a mother.  "So, don’t you guys have a curfew?  What are you doing walking around at midnight?"  
 
"We can't leave the hotel," they told me.  "Coach didn't say anything about going to the lobby."  
 
"Are your parents here for the game?" I asked.  It turned out neither was accompanied by family.  I finished collecting my ice and started heading back to my room.  They walked along side me, which admittedly made me slightly nervous.  I quickly got over it.  
    
 
"Where's your room?" I inquired.  They were two doors down.  By now, they were ogling me intensely, and I was steeping in their attention.  The night shirt that adorned my body was seductively snug.  It wasn’t difficult to recognize that I was brazenly braless, my tiny breasts bouncing as I skipped up the hall.  
 
"Your husband let you get ice by yourself?" one of the guys blurted out.  
 
"I do what I want," I told him in no uncertain terms.  "I can take care of myself."  Both the guys sniggered quietly.  Even though they were clearly younger than me, they were both taller and well-built for their age.  They reminded me of the specimens I frequently examine during high school physicals before football season... confident and ripped, erect from the slightest touch or temptation.  "Is there something funny that I'm missing?"  
 
"No, we just like what we see," the same guy continued.  His shorter roommate nodded in agreement.  I leaned up against the wall with my ice bucket under my arm.  Our door was ajar from the inside latch, so I didn't require a keycard.  Everyone in my room was asleep.  
 
"You like what you see?" I repeated.  The boys were frozen, paralyzed by my lascivious tone.  I intentionally switched on the heat by removing an ice cube from the container and rubbing it on both of my nipples.  The thin cotton fabric beamed my bright pink areolas at the two of them.  I definitely had their attention.  "What about now?" I murmured in a much deeper tone.  "Have either of you guys ever been with a white girl?"  
 
"His girlfriend is white," the smaller guy pointed.  
 
"Is that so?" I casually smiled.  "Have you plowed some of that pearly white pussy?"  I couldn't believe that I asked him that, and both guys burst into laughter.  I had been noticing for some time that the taller boy had a huge dick.  I could see the imprint inside his shorts stretching way down his inner thigh, and I dared not guess the size of it.  "I bet she likes that piece you're carrying around," I persisted, looking straight at his crotch.  
 
"I get no complaints," he said.  
 
"I bet you don't."  I opened the door to my room and looked back.  The guys were still standing there.  "What if I asked you both to break curfew, to step out of the hotel with me a few minutes?"  I had the most devious thought, and I wasn't sure how my hubby would handle it.  Outside of Brandon, I hadn't put him through any recent cuckold routines.  Andy had all but forgotten his severe humiliation suffered at the hands of our previous boss who had screwed me regularly without protection.  As for black guys, I had only one notch on my belt, and even that was set up by a girlfriend.  
 
"I'd be down for it," the taller guy said.  His roommate nodded gleefully.  I put my finger in the air as if signaling them to give me a minute, then darted into the room, grabbing my husband's truck keys.  I tapped him on the shoulder.  He woke in a state of confusion.  
 
"Take a look out the window," I instructed.  He stared at me as if I was crazy.  "Look out that window in ten minutes.  Your truck is in the parking lot right below our room.  There's plenty of light for you to see.  I want to show you something."  
 
"What?" he asked.  
 
"How black guys fuck white girls… how a couple of them are going to ravage your wife.  You can jerk off on the window while you watch.  I'd like to see you make a mess for the housekeeping ladies."    
 
I hurried out the door before Andy had a chance to think, escorting my two teenage boyfriends down the fire exit staircase into the parking lot where my husband’s Tacoma was backed into a space directly beneath a spotlight.  We wedged the exit open, then unlocked the truck and rolled back the cover on the bed.  I dropped down the tailgate before climbing aboard.    
 
The guys followed without hesitation.  “What is all this stuff you have packed back here?”  There were coolers and lounge chairs for the beach, a litany of necessities for a week away from home.  
 
“Just help me clear a space,” I responded.  I could see my hubby staring out a window on the fourth floor.  Our room was one of few with the lights still gleaming, but there were no guarantees others weren’t watching from the darkness.  It excited me to consider the multitude who might be observing.  I arranged myself crossways on my back in the truck bed.  It was the best position for my hubby's viewing pleasure.  
 
 
"You're both going to fuck me," I instructed the black boys.  "My husband is going to watch from our room on the top floor.  Don't worry.  He won't interfere.  He’s got babies to attend, and he's going to like watching you screw his wife.  I'm going to like it too.  What are your names, by the way?”  
 
“That’s Draymond,” the smaller boy gestured as if picking him out of a crowd.  “Everybody calls him Dray.  I’m Carl.”  
 
“It’s nice to meet you both.  I’m Megan.”  I lifted my bottom as Dray assumed the ‘bridge’ breeding position between my legs, pushing up my shirt and hooking my undies with his fingers.  Carl was kneeling by my head, a bit confused about his role.  He watched his roommate smoothly remove my panties and take an appetizing sniff of the crotch before tossing them in his direction.    
 
Dray slid down his shorts and presented his imposing anaconda.  “Jesus!” I remarked.  “Take it easy with that fencepost, baby.  I’m not accustomed to a horse cock like yours!  I’m going to need some gentle thrusts to get acquainted.”  
 
It took only a few seconds for me to recognize that the pickup’s sandpaper rough bedliner was not going to jive with the delicate skin on my back.  “Hold up!  You’re going to rip the hide off my ass.  It would be a hundred times worse than any rugburn I’ve ever had.”    
 
I sat up and pulled off my top, folding it under my knees before dropping to doggy on all fours.  I was keenly aware that I was totally naked.  “Put your dick in my mouth, Carl.  You can switch up after Draymond finishes.”    
 
At that exact instant, Dray punched the air out my lungs… nothing subtle or gentle about it; black cock balls deep all the way to my cervix that seemed to snake its way into my throat.  I let out a loud yelp, my vagina shredded like hamburger, while Dray unapologetically plowed harder and deeper.  
 
 
“FUUUUCK!” I screamed once I was finally able to suck in a breath.  It was all I could say before the teen started jackhammering my tunnel.  Carl wasn’t getting a blow job… at least not yet.  He was getting a lesson in how to destroy white pussy, and doggy was the optimal angle for obliteration.  I felt every throbbing inch.  Every thrust was at maximum impact, stretching and sheering my pink, velvet walls as my tiny dangling titties rocked rhythmically back and forth beneath me.  
 
“Smack her face with your pipe,” Draymond suggested to Carl, realizing I was helplessly   incapacitated and unable to suck his friend’s dick.  Carl was certainly hard and ready for action, but not close to the size of his roommate.  Still, he was easily twice as big as my husband, and his shaft hit me hard like a Hickory Farms sausage.  He clubbed me across my cheeks as Dray slammed up my birth canal, relentlessly pounding my peach from behind.  Carl’s stringy pre-cum drooled down my smooth complexion.    
 
Draymond tangled his fist in my long chestnut hair and jerked my head back as he fucked me, providing his roommate a better look at his target.  I felt his middle finger slide up my shit chute, spit spattering in the crack of my ass like warm summer rain.    
 
Dray was priming my butt hole for punishment, and we had only been screwing for maybe five minutes.  Despite his young age, the kid was no amateur.  I wondered to myself how many white girls he had reamed with that spear, how many black babies he had planted into their unsuspecting wombs before sending them back home to their parents.  It was clear he was capable of mass reproduction, and he was all about Caucasian cunt.  He could devastate a debutante’s cherry.  
 
 
“Your daddy’s watching from the window,” he growled.  
 
“That boy up there isn’t my daddy,” I told him.  “You are.  Your dick’s so much bigger and better.  Lean back and show him that thick chocolate stick as you ram it up my pouting, pink pussy!”  Dray pulled me straight up by my dark, wavy mane and drilled my slick sheath like a whore.  The sound of his pelvis smacking against my ass echoed across the expanse of cool asphalt and quiet engines.  
 
I felt the first gush of cum deep inside me as I gazed towards my husband peering down into the bed of his truck.  I’m sure he had never imagined such a sight.  His wife was getting a hard, public blacking while he was stuck in a hotel room supervising our sleeping children. In the half-light, I could see him jerking off, shorts down to his knees, eyes fixated on the sex show in the brightly lit parking lot.    
 
A vision crossed my mind of my eight-year-old daughter waking up to my husband masturbating by the window.  She has seen his dick before incidentally in our bathroom, but it wasn’t erect or spitting steamy sperm.  He wasn’t wanking his meat in a fit of lustful jealousy, studying his meager size in the mirror.  He wasn’t watching his daughter’s mother getting fucked.  
 
Dray filled me to the brim with his frothy black seed, much more than Andy ever could give me.  I wondered if my hubby was sprinkling his little load after observing this boy flexing his muscular thighs, buried to the hilt in my snatch.  It was so obvious that Draymond was draining his balls inside me.  My hubby couldn’t help but notice.  It would have sent his little dick into climactic spasms just knowing that my pussy was milking such a massive, black cock.  
 
 
Semen bubbled out my slit like foamy globs of toothpaste that spew down your chin while you’re brushing.  Draymond kept pumping, barely losing any length or girth.  The wet heat from his piston pushed me over the edge, and I started to come on his prick.  What was pain turned to pleasure.  Hesitation turned to total submission.  
   
I hadn’t considered for a moment asking him to put on a condom.  It was too late at this point, and I doubted the kid had ever worn one.  Even if I casually carried those, he was way beyond the average size I would keep in my purse, which I had inconveniently left in my room along with my phone and key card.  My shirt and my panties were strewn across the tailgate of the truck.  The Toyota key fob was lying in the bed amongst the baggage.  
 
Dray smacked my ass red and drilled me through a series of climactic contractions until his black shaft became as hard as the very first thrust.  That teenage resilience.  That black male virility.  I couldn't stop convulsing, and he wouldn't stop fucking me.  He blew another load in me several minutes later.  I barely noticed him switch places with Carl.  
 
“Stretch that rosebud,” the taller boy told his roommate.  “I loosened her up for you.”  Dray poked his dirty finger in my mouth.  I sucked it obediently, realizing I’d soon be cleaning off his dick and savoring our mixture of flavors.  “Lick it clean, bitch,” he told me, pushing that creamy pole between my lips.    
 
Dray’s new, assertive attitude wasn’t lost on me.  I suspected all along he was an alpha in the making, just waiting to fill out his frame.  He was already significantly taller than my husband with a penis that would one day make all the women beg.  He knew how to put a girl on her knees. He knew how to make her thighs quiver.  
 
I licked his ebony shaft till it shined.  Carl pushed his probing prick through my moist, puckered sphincter.  “Ahhh!  Oh, God!  Take it slow…”  I dipped my head, attempting to recover from the intrusion, but Dray jerked my scalp up by the tendrils.  
 
 
“Suck my cock!” he reiterated.  “Fuck that ass, Carl.”  The two banged me ferociously from both ends.  I’ve never had a guy fuck my throat, gagging till I choked, slobbering on his balls until I nearly passed out… eyes watering, nails clawing, white chick on a spit roast.  
 
Mercifully, I felt Carl shooting cum up my rectum.  I was starting to go limp from the lack of oxygen.  The two of them supported me under each arm, then led me stumbling and naked towards the hotel’s back exit.  They essentially carried me up the stairs and dragged me into their room.  Carl bolted the door as Dray slung me on the closest queen mattress.  
 
“What we gonna do with her now?” Carl opened the small refrigerator, removing a bottle of water.  He took a long swig, sweat trickling down his neck.  
 
“I ain’t done with this pretty white ass.”  Dray slapped my pale bottom as he rolled me on my stomach and spread my legs grotesquely apart.  “You wouldn’t think she had ever squeezed a baby out this tight, little pussy, would ya, Carl?”  
 
“She got herself a schoolgirl pussy.”  Carl laughed as he walked into the bathroom and took a piss with the door wide open.  Dray followed his lead, then stripped off his clothes and stepped into the shower to rinse off. 

“Bring that white pussy in here,” Dray demanded.  Carl followed his orders, draping me over the sink.  Dray shoved his two longest digits inside my cum coated slit and finger fucked me hard until I squirted my juice on the tile.  He watched my agonizing expression in the mirror as he dug deep into my G-spot, circling his thumb on my pearl and determining quite quickly that he could force me to climax indefinitely.  He liked watching me spray, draining my energy like a blood-sucking vampire and goring my sensitive, soft spots.

“I’m gonna tear this shit up,” he announced, cramming his thick rod up my rump and drilling me deeper than any dick had ever gone before.  My sphincter popped like a thin rubber band as he pummeled my shit hole to pieces.  Then, he started to alternate back and forth between my pussy and ass, fucking one for a while before moving to the other until both had been thoroughly obliterated.
  
 
“You need to piss, Megan?”  I nodded, hoping against hope that they would leave me to myself for some privacy.  That was certainly not their plan.  The boys pulled me over into the shower and plastered my palms against the wall as if I were going to be frisked by the police.  Dray kicked my legs open and made me stick my ass out before he gave me permission to pee.  
 
“You can stand there as long as it takes,” Dray instructed.  “We got all night.”  It was difficult for me to relax, but I eventually released to the delight of both black boys. Urine splattered all over my weak, trembling legs.  Dray cupped my pussy in his hand, massaging me softly as he collected the wetness in a pool.  “Lick it up,” he told me, offering my secretions like well water. I lapped up the liquid like milk in a saucer. At least they let me wash off before dragging me back to the bedroom.  
 
 
I kneeled on the carpet between them, sucking each cock, alternating back and forth.  I knew it would take a long time to get them both off.  I knew they wanted to cover me with semen… smear their creamy white icing on this sweet, vanilla cupcake they found.  
 
All I could think of was a porn short I once saw where two guys strangled a girl after spraying her down with spunk.  She sucked them both off.  Her arms were tied tightly behind her. They slipped a rope around her neck and snuffed her out slowly.  She twisted and writhed like an earthworm.  
   
Her whole body quivered at the end, foaming from the mouth as her eyeballs rolled back, flexing every muscle before she finally stopped moving.  Then, they raised her flaccid arms and dropped them on the floor like some universal sign she was toasted.  She pissed as the camera panned over her vagina, and I imagined the detectives whacking off to her pictures after chalking around her cum covered corpse.  
 
What will my husband say when they ask him to identify the body?  Could two teenagers really shoot this much jizz on a slut in only four hours?  She deserved what she got.  Stupid bitch.  You can tell that she wanted it.  Videos from the hotel cameras.  Fucking whore.  
 
 
Carl was the one who came first.  I was surprised at the ribbons he wrapped across my face.  I wasn’t expecting him to have that much left.  Dray concentrated his hose on my chest and my tits.  He could put out a fire with that extinguisher.  But he didn’t.  My cunt was still burning for him when they marched me down the hall to my room.  
 
I finally knocked, realizing I had nowhere to go.  It was four in the morning when Andy opened the door and regarded my sloppy condition… totally naked and covered in cum.  He was angry and relieved all at once.  I looked at the clock beside the kids on the foldout couch.  They had slept through everything.  
    
I tiptoed back to the king size bed and fell backwards on the mattress.  I didn’t bother to go clean myself up.  Dray had intended to show off his work.  I would give him that privilege as a ‘thank you’ for sparing my life.  
 
“Where the hell have you been?”  Andy was screaming through a whisper.  He had noticed the mess the boys left in the back of the truck.  He had retrieved all my clothes, uncovered the keys, locked everything up as before.  I was nowhere to be found.  “I was thirty minutes from calling the police,” he told me.  
 
“They took me back to their room and raped me.”  
 
“Which room?  Where are they?  Did they leave the hotel?”  
 
“They’re still here, baby.  They play for the baseball team that the hotel manager mentioned… just teenage boys who like to give a white girl a good fucking.”  
 
“We will get them in the morning, then.  You can point them out.”  
 
“We’re not going to get them, Andy.  We aren’t pressing charges.  You’re going to leave them alone because they will kick your ass.”  
 
“What do you mean we are leaving them alone?  They raped you!”  
 
“And the cameras outside will show I enjoyed it… just as you did.”  I looked over at the window.  There was dried semen streaked across the glass.  “Did our daughter see you jerking off?”  
 
“What?  Of course not!”  
 
I had my doubts.  I sat up on the side of the bed and pulled down my husband’s shorts.  He was hard, just as I suspected, though his prick was pathetically tiny as compared to the two black teens who had destroyed both my holes and smothered me with semen inside and out.    
 
Andy’s sadly small scrotum was knotted tightly on the verge of eruption. The sleeping children rolled around restlessly beneath the sheets as the dim bedside lamp illuminated the room. I took my hubby’s cock in my hand.  
 
“I’m sorry about tonight, baby.”  I stroked his little stem.  It took me a moment to readjust to his size, using only three fingers instead of two fists.  “I’m sorry you had to see those guys fuck the ever-living shit out of your wife.  I’m sorry I disappeared.  It wasn’t my plan to make you worry.  I’m sorry you had to see all this dried cum crusted on my skin.”  
 
Andy groaned.  “How many orgasms did they give you?”  
 
“More than I could count.  I know it makes you jealous, but I’ll tell you what you want to hear.  One of them was easily twice your size and the other probably more than three times.  Of course, they were really young.  Both will undoubtedly get bigger.”  
 
“You’re saying they weren’t close to being adults and yet both were better?”  
 
“Better than you?” I smiled. “Sweetheart, you have a little white dick.  These guys drastically put you to shame.  I’m beginning to understand the appeal of black cock, the Snow-White desire to be used and abused by dominant and determined black men.  They had their way with me, baby, and I loved it.  They could have killed me, and I thanked them for sparing me.  They stretched me so wide; I’ll never feel your penis again.”  
 
“I guess for the first time I’m actually glad you had your tubes tied.”  
 
“I know women who’ve gotten pregnant after tubal ligation,” I responded.  “It happens all the time… not from sex with guys like you, though.  Not from minimal male genitals that barely fill a thimble with their feeble, insignificant sperm.  There’s no chance you will ever blow my belly up again.”  
 
“But what about these black guys?”  Andy’s slit started leaking.  I stroked him even more gently, trying to edge him just a little bit further, though I knew his control was as pitiful as his dick size.  He would spurt when I plunged in the dagger.  
 
“These black guys?  They filled me with so much cum, Andy… strong, black masculine sperm.  I think it finds a way to fertilize my egg… such a dominant race, such powerful bodies, such superior breeding capacity.  Yeah, your wife could be having a black baby in nine months, and you’ll have to explain how you watched that happen.”  
 
A miniscule teardrop of translucent semen hit me in the center of my chest.  It dribbled down my belly like spittle, something Draymond had used to lubricate my asshole for fingering.  It evaporated almost instantly, lost in a sea of crusted black cum that covered my tits and torso.  
 
 
A small piece of paper flew under our hotel room door.  “What’s that?” Andy asked, falling over on the bed, exhausted.  

“The bill for our stay, I suspect.”  I sauntered over to check it out.  It was a note sealed with a dab of cologne.  I unlocked the connecting door to the next room.
  
“What are you doing?” my husband asked.  “You’re completely naked.”

“I’ll be back by 7 AM, baby.  We can take the kids downstairs for breakfast.”  I held the note to my nose and sniffed the sweet scent, then placed it on a nearby coffee table.  “You can read that if you like.”  I opened the door and stepped into the adjoining room.  Our neighbors had already opened the door on their side, so I could enter at my leisure.
  
“The coach and his assistants want to FUCK me, Andy.”  I was hugging the door frame, peering around the corner at my husband, trying not to speak too loudly.  “They have this room beside ours, so that makes it convenient, don’t you think?  You can listen through the wall if you like.  I’ll try not to wake the children.”  A pair of handcuffs clicked across my wrists behind my back.  A dark arm stretched across my bare breasts.

“But Megan, I don’t want…”

“I’m afraid I have no choice, Andrew.  It seems they made a video through the window last night, and they’re threatening to post it online.  They may post it anyway.  It depends on how well I satisfy them.”

My husband looked dejected.  They were tugging me back into the room like a pack of rabid zombies… pulling me away as they covered me with their hands, their mouths, and their dicks.  The door was wide open.  Andy stepped through the threshold and watched as they all piled on top of me.

“Your wife is officially a black cock whore,” I whispered.  “Tell the kids we’ll be staying for an extra night.”