"Lion's Den love!" he called out a few minutes later, "And the best of luck to you both!" Freya paid the driver, Freya, still puzzled by his response walked arm in arm with Margot to the doors of the club. On each of the two heavy black doors was a stylised lion in gold, roaring out what? Welcome? Anger? Challenge? Pressing the entry intercom, Margot spoke quietly to whoever answered and one of the doors opened silently. Freya felt a quiver of anticipation similar to that she'd felt on her first ‘real' date, the evening on which she knew she was due to lose her virginity as she'd planned it that way. They walked up the carpeted hall way, their footsteps almost silent on the thick pile of the carpet. Freya could almost feel the deep rumble of the bass speakers in her stomach as they passed through another heavy door into the main area of the club. Dark leather furniture, crystal chandeliers emitting a soft glow and the pounding earthy beat of the music all added up to give Freya a strange feeling of sensuality, a feeling which confused her.

"Come on!" urged Margot, "Let's get ourselves a drink!" and she led the younger woman over to the bar. "Southern Comfort and, vodka wasn't it?" asked Margot. "I'll get these!" came a deep growl. Freya turned and standing there was the biggest black guy she'd ever seen, his white teeth grinning down at the two women. "What'll it cost us?" snapped back Margot, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, nothin' you haven't already shown you're wanting!" replied the guy. Confused, Freya stammered her thanks and took a large gulp of the neat spirit. Coughing, as the vodka burned her throat, she heard the back guy chuckle. "Is this your first time at the club?" he asked. "Nope," replied Margot, "But, despite appearances, it is my girlfriend's!" Freya felt a tinge of anger. "Please can someone for the love of god explain what ‘appearances' and what ‘signposting' I am supposed to have done?" The guy reached forward and, running a finger over the slope of Freya's breast, said, "I think this is one of the signs your friend should have told you about."

Freya, unsure asked, "It's just a simple transfer, isn't it? I just thought it looked classy, showing that I'm a queen." The guy laughed; a deep rumble that, despite her misgivings, made Freya smile too. "Yes missy," he replied, a big grin on his face, "You sure will be a queen tonight!" Margot, excusing herself to the guy, pulled Freya into a secluded corner. "You mean you didn't know what those meant when you put them on?!" she hissed to the younger girl. "What do they mean?" asked Freya, looking even more confused. "The white Q on the black ace of spades means you are a ‘Queen of Spades'" replied Margot. Noting the puzzled look on the young woman's face, she explained further. "It means that you are a white woman who loves to have sex, be used by, is submissive to....." "To what?" gasped Freya. "To big black cocks and the black guys who wield them!" retorted Margot, "I thought that's why you were wearing the transfers! I thought you were getting up the courage to have the real thing done."

Grasping Freya's hand, Margot undid a couple more buttons on her blouse and put the younger woman's hand on her breast. "That's no transfer," said Margot, "That's a proper tattoo and it shows that, yes, I love to be used by a black guy with a cock that fills me like no white cock can!" "Oh my god!" exclaimed Freya, "If I'd known...." "What would you have done if you'd known?" queried the older woman. Looking across at the muscular physique and the sparkling eyes of the black guy, Freya grinned. "I'd have probably put more on!" she laughed. Walking back to the bar, Freya asked the guy his name. "My mum called me Leroy," he answered, "And I guess she must have been able to look into the future a bit!" "How's that?" both of the women chimed in. He laughed again, a deep rumbling growl that gave Freya butterflies and she could also feel the effects deep in her pussy. "Well I guess you really need to know where the name came from," he continued, "The name is basically from the French ‘Le Roi' and it means......The King!" He smiled at the women and carried on, "And one, or both, of you ladies may find out why later!"

He stood closer to Freya, looking somewhat puzzled. "There's something strange about you girl," he said, a confused note in his voice. "Well for one thing, I'm not a girl, I'm a married woman!" snapped back Freya. "So why are you here and why, girl, are you tarted up as my Queen of Spades?" he retorted. Freya stammered and looked at Margot, as she knew she couldn't answer Leroy, without letting him know how attracted she was to this man who wasn't her husband. He looked deep into her eyes and she felt like she was under a spell, felt the need to submit to his needs, his desires and knew that whatever he asked of her, she could not resist. "Ladies, please meet my friends Carl and Devon," said Leroy. Two more handsome black guys walked over at a gesture from Leroy and, smiling, kissed the two bemused women on the cheeks. As the beat of the music intruded into the groups' consciousness, Leroy grabbed Freya's hand and asked, "Ready to dance?"

Freya followed the handsome guy onto the dance floor, watching as his muscles rippled under the tight shirt and jeans he was wearing. He held out his hand and she took it, feeling the restrained strength in his grip as her spun her around the pulled her in tight. The insistent throb of the bass made her pulse beat in time to the music and she tucked her head under Leroy's chin as she ground her body against his. She had never felt so feminine and pliant to a man's needs.  She'd always thought that James was an Alpha male, though he'd often let her take charge in the bedroom, worshipping her tightly puckered anus with his tongue until she'd felt he'd worshipped her enough to allow him to enter her pussy. She looked across the floor to see Margot crushing her body against Devon, her eyes closed and her lips fastened to his. Just beyond stood Carl, watching both women under hooded eyes, a sardonic smile on his lips.

Freya felt so wanton, the corset offering her breasts to the strong man holding her in his arms, her smooth pussy clearly visible through the lace of her dress. Slightly embarrassed by displaying herself in such a slutty fashion, she pushed her shaved cunt into Leroy's groin. She gasped in shock; what the hell did this guy have in his trousers? It felt like a salami, rock hard and hot, and she panicked slightly as her pussy flooded with juice, leaking down the inside of her thighs in slippery silver strings. "Careful girl!" growled Leroy, "You wake the snake and he's sure to want to bury himself in an accommodating hole!"  He smiled widely and moved his hips, his erect cock mashing against Freya's pussy lips, making the lace of her dress rasp almost unbearably against her clit. All thoughts of her husband vanished; she was now just aflame with wants and desires, her cunt needing to be filled with hot throbbing cock, needing to feel hot male seed spraying deep into her womb, inseminating her, helping her to fulfil her perceived primary function of motherhood.

Margot swayed close to the couple and smiling at Freya, whispered, "Devon says Leroy has a house not too far from here. I need to continue this dance - horizontally!" Freya looked up at Leroy. "Is that true?" she asked. "Yep; me and the guys share the rent, we couldn't afford it separately. Gonna come back and see what happens?" he queried with a big grin on his face, knowing that the woman in his arms wouldn't be able to deny her inner needs. "Er - I guess so," said the young woman, her voice trembling slightly, as he took her arm and guided her from the dance floor. Margot followed her arms linked with both Devon and Carl, sandwiched between them. The cooler evening air refreshed Freya and she considered what her options were. She could call for a cab and go home to her empty house and await her ‘lord and master' to deign to call her, though that was unlikely; he was probably having fun with a geisha in Tokyo! No! She was going to have fun! A little kiss and cuddle wasn't going to cause a problem!

After a short walk, the group arrived at a very smart Georgian terraced house, a short flight of steps leading up to the glossy black front door. Devon stepped forward, disentangling himself from Margot's clutches and opened the front door. They entered a hall, the glossy black marble floor reflecting the light from the crystal chandelier high above. The women looked around them, amazed by the décor, the rococo gilt framed portraits of the three guys in eighteenth century dress and the obviously costly statuary. "My god, how can you afford this?" gasped Freya, "Even sharing the rent, this place must cost you a fortune!"  Leroy laughed. "Did I forget to mention, we're all company directors or owners? Devon owns a real estate business, Carl is a director at an investment bank and I own a few properties..." Carl chimed in, "A few properties? Like a massive number of office blocks in central London! How much were you last valued at?!" "Okay, okay," chuckled Leroy, "So we're all not short of a quid or two! Anyway ladies, come through; I'll get us some drinks."

Freya and Margot were led through into a large reception room. Aubusson rugs on the floor and large comfortable looking sofas gave the room a comfortable, warm ambience and Freya was seated on a cream sofa by Carl, as Leroy disappeared through another doorway. Freya shivered in anticipation, fear, hope? She couldn't be sure if it was one or more of these feelings that had her wound as tight as a bowstring. Carl sat next to her, his strong, muscular arm draped along the back of the sofa, a grin on his face. He looked her in the eye and said, "Hi gorgeous, I'm Carl. Nice of you girls to join us in our little pad." As he spoke, she could feel his fingers stroking the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine and reigniting the fire in her belly.

"Hey, what're you doing with my lady!" exclaimed Leroy, walking into the room holding a tray of champagne bottles and glasses. Carl guffawed. "I think she wants to be joint property, judging by the aroma of that hot pussy!" Freya squirmed in embarrassment, though this made things worse, feeling the nylon of her stocking clad thighs rasping against each other and her pussy lips continually brushing against the lace of her dress. She looked across the room at Margot who returned her gaze, licking her lips and clearly in a similarly heightened state of arousal. "Hmmm, we'll see," replied Leroy, as he opened a bottle, allowing the effervescent wine to fill a delicate crystal flute. Handing a glass to Freya and another to Margot, he invited his friends to fill their own glasses. Sitting next to Freya, he touched the rim of his glass to hers, a small ‘ting' signalling the touch of the crystal.

She gulped and took a sip of the champagne, its heady aroma making her head swim. Freya watched as, across the room, Margot was kissing Devon, almost devouring his mouth in lustful intensity. Her hand was down the front of his trousers, which she'd swiftly unzipped, cupping his balls and squeezing his substantial cock, causing a small damp spot to appear on the front of his silk boxers. She could hear the moans as Devon's hands roamed over Margot's body, grabbing her firm breasts and then slipping up her skirt, revealing the woman's stocking clad thighs and, what Freya hadn't seen before, a pair of split crotch panties framing a smoothly shaven pussy. Her own cunt was now pulsing in time with her increasing heartbeat and she could feel a strong hand on her thigh. Turning she looked into Leroy's twinkling eyes as he leaned forward and, with a sigh, she gave in and submitted to him, allowing his lips to kiss hers, letting his tongue explore her mouth and she quivered as his hand slid up her leg slipping past the nylon on to the heat of her thigh.

She was breathing heavily, the corset both restricting her breathing, but enhancing the sensations she was feeling as he began to explore her moist vagina. She felt hot breath on her chest and sighed as Carl began to explore her breasts, his tongue flickering over the warm flesh and his hands searching for her hard nipples, pinching and twisting them making her groan in delight. Leroy had moved from her mouth and, after chewing gently on her earlobe, had moved on to her neck, soft kisses and gentle nips with his teeth turning her from a happily married woman into a wanton vessel of desire. "Please!" she begged, "I need you!" Leroy stood and bending down put one arm under her knees and the other behind her back. With a soft grunt, he lifted the young woman and, leaving the room, climbed the stairs, followed by Carl, with Devon and Margot close behind.

Entering a dimly lit room on the next floor, Freya saw one of the largest beds she'd ever seen. Fully twelve feet square, it looked like something she'd seen in a film about the Arabian nights. A canopy of fine tulle hung over the bed, the sheets a deep burgundy in colour. Off to one side stood a camera tripod with a large professional looking video camera mounted on it. "What's that for?" she asked suspiciously, "You're not going to film me are you?" "Only if you ask me to," responded Leroy. "The guys sometimes use it to film their girlfriends. Carl has a particularly kinky lady friend who loves him to film his cock slipping up her tight little tushie!"  He grabbed Freya by the wrist and pulled her in tight, kissing her fiercely, then, pushing her backwards towards the bed, he twirled her around and reached for the zip on her dress. She stood quietly, as the zip was pulled down and he eased the straps off her shoulders, allowing the lace to gather in a pool around her feet. Turning her to face him again, she saw his look of anticipation and noted with amusement the constricted bulge in his jeans. She sat on the edge of the bed and watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing well-muscled pecs and a tight six pack.

She felt the bed move slightly as Margot lay near to her, Devon still kissing her and toying with her body. How the other woman had got rid of her outer clothing was a mystery, but Freya, glancing across, noted the woman was still wearing a waspie, the suspenders holding up her stockings and a quarter cup bra. She watched for a moment as Devon moved from kissing her mouth down to the older woman's breasts, held as if on display by the minimal bra she was wearing. A gentle cough from in front of her made her turn her attention to the tall, beautifully proportioned man in front of her. He looked down, raised his eyebrows and gestured at her. Understanding his meaning, she unbuckled his belt and the top of his jeans, before sliding down the zip. She slid his jeans down his thighs and he stepped out of them, her hands holding his hips.

Smiling down at her he said softly, "It's now or never girl. Your decision; are you stayin' or goin'?"  With a tiny shake of her head, she reached out and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of his boxer shorts. Grasping the soft material, she lowered them and gulped as his cock sprang into view. She released his underwear and grasped the thick member, her hand almost unable to encircle the girth of this huge cock, the head like an orange, with the hole in the tip leaking a clear viscous fluid. Her tongue flicked out, sliding the length of his cock from the base to the tip, her lips closing on the very end to suck the sweet juice deep into her mouth. She held his heavy balls in her hand, the satisfying weight holding the promise of a heavy cummer, something her husband had never been. She opened her mouth wider, trying to fit as much of his weapon into her mouth, her tongue exploring the rope-like veins on its surface. She gagged slightly as he swayed forward. "Sorry girl!" he yelped, "Didn't mean to go so deep!"

She smiled up at him, licking the tip of his cock like an ice cream cone. "I'll need to practice won't I!" she laughed, "I've never had the change to deep throat someone; I guess you'll have to let me train on this lovely specimen!" She gave him a wink and once again swallowed as much of his massive cock as she could. She felt lips on the back of her neck, gently kissing her. God, how could that person know that was one of her strongest erogenous zones?  Leroy pulled his cock out of Freya's mouth and pushed her back onto the bed, where she shuffled upwards being helped by Carl. She perceived that the other man was completely naked, a similarly large cock bobbing in front of him. She rolled over and, laying on her stomach, feet kicking in the air, grasped Carl's cock and began to suck, enjoying the very slightly smaller cock. At least this one wasn't making her gag - yet!

She could feel Leroy behind her, his tongue licking up the backs of her calves, his saliva leaving trails on the sheer black nylon, his hands exploring in advance, stroking and kneading her thighs is fingers finally brushing her bottom stroking the area between the top of her thigh and her peach of a bum. She tried to concentrate of Carl's cock; she could feel the need in her to satisfy both men, to keep them aroused, but, oh, it was so difficult with the attention Leroy was giving her and his tongue was getting ever higher. She massaged Carl's balls, juggling them in her hand and she got up on knees and elbows, forgetting how open this would leave her. She never had sex with more than one person before and it was a bit of a shock when Leroy's tongue speared into her tight little anus, the man making grunting appreciative noises as he licked and sucked her puckered rose, his tongue going where no man had ever been before. She wriggled to try to discourage him, but it only seemed to spur him on to further excesses, as he licked his finger and slid it into the hot tight tunnel. 

She stopped sucking Carl and turned her head to ask Leroy to stop, but the sensations she felt were too good to halt. Her pussy was running with clear liquid; she was flooding the sheets and so desperate to feel a hot cock inside her. Leroy grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her back. She looked up at him, almost in awe. His cock was bouncing up and down to his pulse, a string of pre-cum seeping from it and he looked down at her and said, "Beg for it. Beg for my black cock you horny white slut!" She gazed at him, totally under his spell. "Please," she whispered. "Please what?" growled Leroy. "Please fill me with your big, black throbbing cock," she begged, "Please flood me with your black seed. I need it now - pleeeeeasssse!"

He lowered his hips, the slippery head of his cock rubbing over her clit making Freya groan, before he eased it into the entrance to her waiting pussy. She grabbed his hips and pulled him into her, a grunt issuing from her mouth as her pussy stretched to accommodate his cock. Leroy eased deeper into the woman, watching her eyes widen as he reached parts that no other man ever had. A guttural moan came from her throat as his cock filled her, his heavy balls resting on her. Slowly, he moved his hips, his turgid cock pulling her pussy lips back and forth as he increased his speed, the liquid squelching noises and their heavy breathing the only thing that she could hear. Freya's head whipped from side to side as she built inexorably to an orgasm, the heat inside her growing, pulsating; her pussy walls fluttering and her thighs quivering as she felt the waves of pleasure crashing down on her. She could feel the head of his cock expanding, swelling deep inside her and she knew he was going to cum.

Leroy roared as he ejaculated deep inside Freya, his balls pumping out the hot juice, his cock fully engorged, spitting his cum deep into her unprotected womb. She wrapped her stocking clad thighs round his waist as she pulled him ever deeper, moaning into his ear, "Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me you beautiful black stud. Fill me with your seed; give me a baby. Oh god, OH GOD!!" Shuddering, Freya passed out for a second; the intense sensations too much for her beleaguered body to cope with. When she opened her eyes again, it was to see Leroy's smiling face looking down into hers. "Had enough girl?" he asked tenderly. She looked deep into his eyes and saw the glint of challenge lurking there. "Well if that's the best you've got, I suggest Carl gives you a hand!" she said with an impish smile on her face. On hearing his name, Carl slid down the bed, pushing his friend out of the way. "My turn bro!" he chuckled, "I was enjoying the blow job she was giving me, before you took her from me!"