Clubhouse Sandwich 

As clubhouse’s go, it wasn’t very fancy. Plain brick walls, minimal furniture. But what it lacked in decor, it made up for in membership. And all the members were there tonight. They heard there was a new white slave to break in. 

You. 

This was a black members-only club. All male. Except tonight, one other female was there. Her only job was to get you turned on. She was black as well. She had obviously done this before, and was looking forward to tonight’s festivities.

Now she was looking you up and down. You were tied to the wall. Hooks and ropes, placed for one reason only. The ropes held your arms and legs, spread wide. Your clothes, which an hour ago had covered you very adequately, now hung in tatters, barely covering your heaving breasts, and sopping wet pussy. The woman strode toward you, not stopping until her large brown boobs were pressed against yours. Lewdly, she began to rub against you, her hard nipples finding yours, while her tongue began exploring your mouth. Her leg rose up, feeling the heat of your pussy. It rubbed against you, hard. Your clit hardened, wanting contact.

“It’s too bad your husband couldn’t be here. But don’t worry, he’ll get a copy of the tape.” Then you noticed the camera in the corner, catching all the action. Right now, you couldn’t care less. As the woman sank to her knees and began licking your pussy, you saw all the men beginning to free their cocks so they could stroke them and watch the show. As the woman’s tongue hit your clit, you purposely extended your tongue, licking your lips slowly, while watching the roomful of cocks all point toward you, being stroked to hardness. “Fuck, she’s ready now. Let’s bang her.” “Not yet. Keep watching. Before she takes this many cocks, she’s got to be prepared. And this bitch knows how to prepare women.”

The black woman was now sucking hard on your clit, her fingers spreading your lips wide. She grabbed some lube and squirted it deep inside your pussy, followed by her fingers. As she sank her fist slowly inside you, her tongue was busy slapping your clit repeatedly, causing you to begin squirting.

She withdrew her fist, allowing your juice to squirt, only to slide her fist even deeper, until her wrist was being gripped by your pussy lips. You forgot about the spectators, only wanting this to continue. With your eyes closed, you pushed down against her upraised arm, feeling her fist deep inside you. You began to hump her fist, trying to take more and more. Your juices were coating her arm, running down to her elbow. You moaned and swore. “Fuck me, hard. Ram your fist inside my cunt. Then, do my ass. Fist my ass before all these cocks have their way with me.” Your words spurred her on, her arm now a blur as she pistoned it inside you.

Feeling your orgasm building, she slowly withdrew, watching as you squirted uncontrollably all over her fist. She opened her mouth and caught as much as she could. You passed out. 

Next, the boys make a clubhouse sandwich.