We Encountered a Hot Black Stranger at a Party, part 3
The party was rounding up, but Daniella had further plans.
The night was growing late. I was eager to leave, but Daniella was taking time getting ready, or so she told me minutes ago. I was back in the main room, nursing a drink, while several of Tony’s associates adjusted their clothes and took their leave. One of such men approached me and introduced himself as Clinton. A slender man with a narrow-shaped head wearing a bow tie; he resembled a door-to-door salesman from the ’50s with how he looked. When he talked, his voice sounded effeminate.
“That was quite a show watching Tony do your girlfriend,” he muttered. “You must love her incredibly much to stand there and watch.”
“She’s my fiancée,” I said. “And yeah, I do have strong faith in her. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, nothing serious. It gave me fond memories of my wife’s first sexual experience with Tony — quite nerve-wracking, and it stuns me to this day that I managed to sit there and watch them go at it like horny, hungry lions. Get it — horny, hungry lions?” He laughed at his apparent humour.
“Yeah, sure; I get you. Which one of the ladies here is your wife?”
“Hera’s in the bedroom right now having sex with Tony,” he said while gesturing over his shoulder at the suite’s bedroom door. “And, apparently, with your fiancée,” he added.
“What? Excuse me.”
I pushed past him and tapped on the bedroom door before opening it. I don’t know what I expected to see when I entered the room, but what I didn’t expect was seeing Daniella in Tony’s bed, sucking his cock alongside a brunette, who possibly was Clinton’s wife, Hera. Both women were naked; neither seemed in a hurry to quit. I stood there baffled, not knowing how to address the situation. I didn’t know whether to remain in the room or return to the main room; before I knew it, Clinton and several others still sticking around came and joined me.
“Looks like the party ain’t over, is it?” some other person remarked, eliciting a round of laughter.
The trio in the bed carried on their activity like we didn’t exist. Hera knelt beside Tony, still chowing on his cock, while Daniella manoeuvred herself to straddle his face. Tony grasped her ass cheeks as she rested on his chin, grabbing hold of the bed’s headboard. I attempted to approach but stopped when Clinton suddenly held me back; I could barely shake off his grip.
“I wouldn’t do that if you were you, Daniel,” he said. “Not if you want your woman to keep being your fiancée.”
I had no idea what he meant, but his intention seemed genuine, and I didn’t feel like disputing his words. I remained beside him, and he sipped his drink while watching what unfolded on the bed; I joined him in sipping mine as well.
Hera slid off Tony, and then it was Daniella’s turn to ride him again. The sight of her butt bouncing on Tony’s cock was tantalising as it was an amazing sight.
Hera finished playing with Tony’s cock and decided it was time she mounted him. She settled on his pelvis and adjusted herself on his dick. She exhaled a sensuous gasp as his prick disappeared between her ass cheeks; her hips went to work and rode him slow and steady while Daniella remained on Tony’s face. Sometime later, Daniella came off him and lay beside them, massaging her cunt and caressing her tits while Clinton’s wife bounced on Tony with a steadfast attitude. Daniella glanced over at me, her face gleaming with sweat and mischief, and blew me a kiss. Several of the men beside me gave a whooping cry of arousal; I stayed clueless about how to react or respond.
Hera fanned her head as she rode Tony’s cock with unabashed enthusiasm. Tony pulled her down, enfolding her in his arms, and began jerking his cock faster, ploughing her pussy with his shaft. This excited the associates watching, including Clinton beside me. Clinton unzipped his fly and whipped out his penis, except his organ was encased in a chastity cage. I was appalled by the sight of it; he saw where my eyes went and burst into laughter.
“This is what you get for letting your woman go black,” he remarked. “You’ve heard it from me, buddy. Once your fiancée goes black, don’t ever expect her to go back.”
Another associate was busy tugging his penis amid the sexual activity happening in the room. One woman lifted her skirt and massaged her pussy like Daniella was doing. I felt my penis nudging back to life but did my best to ignore its attention.
Hera slid off Tony, and then it was Daniella’s turn to ride him again. The sight of her butt bouncing on Tony’s cock was tantalising as it was an amazing sight. Like the previous time, I felt myself unquestionably persuaded to enjoy watching. My penis was alive like before and pressing against my pants, and still, I fought to ignore its plight. Tony lifted Daniella off the bed and planted her on her backside. Daniella spread her legs, grabbed his cock and shoved it back into her cunt. Their fucking was brutal, the way their bodies clashed. Tony was like a machine with the way he fucked Daniella, grunting with each thrust he hammered into her. Daniella was gasping and whimpering frantically while caressing him to remain on top of her.
There was so much to take in, and I knew I was going to be doing much masturbating when we returned home.
Tony pulled out, rose to his feet, and ejaculated spurts of semen on Daniella’s abdomen; Hera came closer and scooped some of his cum with her lips. Tony groaned while attempting to recover his excited breathing. His body was dripping with sweat; he resembled an athlete who had finished a grueling training in a gym.
Clinton passed me his empty glass and went to attend to his wife. The other associates remained in the room, murmuring amongst themselves while some returned to the main room. I remained where I was, not daring myself to move an inch. Tony approached me, swiping rivers of sweat from his brow.
“Your woman told me you’re getting married soon,” he said. “That true?”
“Yes,” I said. My voice sounded awestruck, like it belonged to someone else. “Yes, that’s correct.”
“I’ve got some business in the city to attend to,” he said. “But I’m looking forward to fucking your woman again and again. How does that sound to you?”
Tony’s voice sounded solicitous, yet I heard an unwavering menace underneath, indicating I dared not give him the wrong answer. Also, I was grossly impressed by the manner he had fucked Daniella twice in my presence in the space of several hours; imagine what he might do to her if he ever spent an entire day with her in bed.
“That sounds great,” I replied. “I mean, I know Daniella would love that.”
“She would, yeah. I also told her I’m going to be there when you both get hitched, and I’m going to be fucking her on your wedding night, too, and after. What do you say to that, Daniel?”
I was speechless.
“The fuck did you have to tell Tony about us getting married, Daniella? Whatever possessed you to share that information with him in the first place?”
We had left the hotel and were driving home. Daniella sat curled in the passenger seat, wearing my jacket to help keep her warm. Her hair was dishevelled, and her face was still sweaty; she smelled of sex, and even the car air conditioner couldn’t rid the odour.
“Oh, stop whining about that, will you, Daniel,” she replied in a feeble voice. “Would it matter if he gets invited? I was caught up in the moment and couldn’t help myself.”
“Yeah, that’s damn sure you couldn’t help yourself, seeing how he screwed you.”
“Ohhh, that was fucking incredible,” she moaned and reached across to touch me. “I’ll bet you had fun watching, didn’t you, babe? Did you get hard?”
“No,” I lied. “No, I didn’t get hard; I felt disgusted, was what I felt. I wanted us to leave immediately, but you seemed to be having great time.”
Daniella snorted. “I had a most amazing time, darling. I can’t wait to have another like it again.”
I was silent for a while, contemplating her words while I drove. The thought of Tony fucking Daniella in her wedding dress played before my eyes. As incredible as it sounded, I feared it happening for real. What are the chances that everything Tony said to me was bound to come true? I then remembered what Clinton had said about letting my woman go black.
Once your fiancée goes black, don’t ever expect her to go back.
“You don’t really mean that, do you?” I asked.
Silence. I waited some seconds, then turned towards her and realised Daniella had fallen asleep.
