White Girls Blacked 2

Edwards.

CONTENTS

The Bull Pit

Black Cock For Duchess

White Meat

Blacking Lady Penny

Hen Party Orgy

Dealmaker

Dealmaker 2

Taxi For Bethany

THE BULL PIT

(Le Manoir # 1)

I had the best club hostess job in town and I should know, I’d done most of the others! Le Manoir de Cinq Sensations was no ordinary club. Buried deep in the Sussex countryside in a converted stately home, it was membership only and the annual fee kept it pretty exclusive; only people who owned houses in Central London, Russian oligarchs or Arab sheikhs. But even so, the car park was packed with Bentleys and Ferraris every night and every room of the huge house was filled with pleasure seeking clients and the gorgeous hostesses who made their dreams come true. I was one of those hostesses but I had a very specific area of responsibility. I ran the bull pit! 

The pit didn’t open until later on in the evening for good reason and as usual, I strolled through the house before my duties began, enjoying the sights, sounds and smells of my girlfriends being fucked. The odd grasping hand would of course reach for my charms. I was dressed in a more business-like fashion than the other girls, who were here merely to pleasure the members, but my attire was a clear attraction for some. Perhaps I reminded them of an unobtainable secretary or female executive, with my long legs, small bosom and long brown hair. In each case, I teased the man or woman who desired me and led them off to meet a girl with similar looks to mine, telling her to give the lady or gentleman the full works. That was of course a private joke. All of the members got the full works! Then I continued my daily tour.

There was a big central lounge on the ground floor of the house, with a long bar and lots of small tables and lounging chairs. This was the focal point for the party, sometimes as an innocent meeting place but other times the venue for a full-on orgy. This evening it was pretty innocent, at least so early on. Several men propped up the bar with beers or glasses of champagne, while their ladies amused themselves elsewhere. There was no rush for the regular members, this I had learned in my first few days on the job. They knew Le Manoir would give them whatever they desired, when they wanted it and there was no need to jump into anything. I wandered around and smiled when I found two elegantly dressed wives on one of the sofas, out of sight of the bar. The blonde in her fifties was on her back with her skirt up while her much younger friend lapped enthusiastically at her bright pink pussy. I lingered as long as protocol would allow and felt my own clitty tingle at madam’s little mewing noises. This is what did it for me. I liked cock as much as any healthy woman but the taste of another woman was what really turned me on.

I moved on to the activities rooms which filled the rest of the ground floor. There were twelve in all and covered every eventuality. There were of course the bondage rooms, which were very popular and despite their sound-proofing, often leaked the delicious sounds of a wife or girlfriend being flogged or fisted for her man’s pleasure. Then there were the jacuzzis and steam rooms. Three rooms had, however, been fitted out for more niche desires. First of all, there was the stable. I took a peep through the viewing window and saw a slim girl in her twenties already in full pony-girl regalia, tied to a bar by her reins, while a hostess whipped her gleaming flanks. I had heard talk of a track being built in the grounds for potential pony-girls to be raced. I would certainly volunteer duty there if it happened. The sight of these beautiful young women being subjugated in this way to please their men was a particular fetish of mine; it really turned me on.

The next of the rooms was staffed by our three pre-op trans. There was no set format for the action in there; sometimes bondage but just as often not. The theme was simple. Members sent their ladies in there to be fucked by a chick with a dick, as simple as that. Oh, and the rest of the club watched of course, through the viewing windows or on the screens all around the manor but that was the same for everywhere. The last room was more for the boys but I saw plenty of wives in there too. It was the mock-up of a classroom and Francesca made the most authentic French mistress ever. Sometimes she was assisted by one or more of us girls but usually, she ran the show all on her own. The members sat at small desks and were disciplined, used and abused by their fantasy teacher. She caned them, stripped them and had them lined up to lick her pussy. This was a very popular room!

I wandered upstairs, which was just a whole lot of bedrooms. Some were themed and others were just basically a huge bed and not much else, besides the viewing areas and cameras. I lingered at one. A very young-looking woman; maybe nineteen but not much older, was on her knees, naked, while six members, at least twice her age, gangbanged her. Her gasping mouth was full of cock and she was being humped from behind so hard and fast she was struggling to keep it in. All around her, stiff cocks yelled for attention and she did her best to service them. Her pretty face was strained, with wide eyes and flared nostrils as she tried to keep up. Then she was hauled bodily on to a big cock that stood erect like a flagpole. Within seconds, a portly gentleman had climbed up behind her and filled what must have been a very tight back passage with his thick red manhood. I watched her tortured face for a few seconds before another stepped up in front to use her mouth. By now, my view of her was reduced to a few glimpses of vibrant, sweaty young skin and some absolutely delicious noises. This action reminded me a lot of what I supervised in the Bull Pit. I was now very horny but it was time to get my show on the road!

The Bull Pit was in a purpose-built extension that led off both main floors of the house. I followed the upstairs landing along and went through an archway to the viewing area. From up there, it almost resembled a Roman coliseum. There was sufficient room for at least thirty people to stand and watch the action below. More often than not, the number would be double that, as men would grab the nearest hostess and bend her over the rail, or push her to her knees to enjoy the physical sensation to accompany the sights, sounds and smells of their wives, or their friends’ wives, being fucked harder than they could imagine by my pen of vigorous bulls!

I took one of the three spiral staircases down and went through my ‘lobby,’ as I liked to call it, into the pit. That lobby was actually a good-sized room itself and covered from view. It gave me a bit of space to prepare nervous women for being used by my bulls. Sometimes, they really needed that warm-up.

Five of the twelve bulls on the club books were already there, naked and oiled up. They were ready for action and I could feel the sexual tension in the air. Jerome made a playful grab at me. Hey, sister, we got time to rumble, he grinned.

I put my hand flat against his big round pectoral muscle and glanced down at his eight inches of throbbing gristle. Now you know you’re gonna need to grow more than that stubby root to satisfy me, youngster, I quipped.

The others guffawed with laughter at the youngster of the group getting so easily palmed away by a woman. They were all dying to fuck me, I knew, but it was only going to happen if a very rich and very persuasive member insisted. They were all perfect specimens of man-meat but I had a show to run and well… I did prefer pussy! In the meantime, it was good for all of them not to get absolutely everything their way. It was a different matter once the show started and I began to feed them the compliant young women that were the trophy wives, mistresses and girlfriends of the members. Then, the bulls were completely in control and I knew better than to try to interfere; or it would be me that was stuffed full of black meat! I smiled at Jonah, the daddy of the group, in all senses of the word. The forty-year-old Kenyan had a chiselled body that was so dark as to be almost true-black. He was leaning against a wall, casually rubbing his twelve-inch snake like it was the most natural thing in the world. He winked back and that told me it was show time.

Back in my lobby by the door, I cleared my throat and keyed the mike. Gentlemen and ladies, I began in my well-practised seductive voice. I would like to invite the more adventurous amongst you to bring your ladies to the bull pit. I paused for effect. If you have ever fantasised about seeing her with a black man or being the centre-piece of an orgy, then make your way to the entrance at the back of the house on the ground floor. Any of the hostesses will guide you. For the remainder who would like to watch, every other screen will now be showing the bull pit action and for those who like to see the action live, there is an extensive viewing area on the upper floor. I released the button and waited for my first customers.

As luck would have it, the first two came in a pair. I always tried to maintain two women in the pit at once for best effect. Oddly, they weren’t being shepherded by their men but came alone. I evaluated them in the ten seconds or so it took for them to walk the straight corridor from the main house. Both were in their late thirties or early forties and very well maintained, which meant they were wives. When two women were together like that and had a few drinks inside them, one was always more Domme than the other and it was generally very easy to tell which was which. In this case it was the blonde, who I reckoned was the slightly older of the two. She was about five-seven, with great legs, a pretty face and good-sized rack. It was the sassy walk that gave her away. The other was mouse-like in comparison. About four inches shorter, petite, brunette and small busted. Both women looked vaguely familiar and must have been to the manor at least once before, if not several times.

Are you ready for this, ladies? I tried not to grin like a mad woman as they stood in front of me.

Oh, we’ve both gone black before, missy. Don’t worry about that, the blonde said, probably a little more sharply than she intended. I could tell they were both over-excited and that rush of female pheromones was almost overpowering for me as well.

You need safe words, I told them before stepping aside. "They are for your own safety and comfort’ but