"The sound of his voice ripped through my head like a chainsaw. I screamed as I covered my ears and rolled into a fetal position. I felt tears in my e...es as I struggled to catch my breath."John."This time the volume was down to a dull roar."Quit screaming!"The voice was down to almost rock concert levels when it spoke,"I am not screaming. I am barely whispering."The voice was silent after that. I lay there on the floor trying to figure out what was happening. The last thing I remembered was. Another black man opened the door to the club as Mary approached.Once inside, she needed to let her eyes adjust to the low lighting and decided that she was early so chose to sit on a stool at the bar to wait. It wasn’t long before the bartender asked for her order and she chose a ‘Run and Coke’. She glanced around as she waited and thought, ‘this place is about 99% black men, and 1% white woman, and the woman is me.’ She was sure when her eyes adjusted, the number would change, there had to. I was feeling like a love sick teenager again, with the boyfriend that my parents hated. He made me feel safe, even when he was being rough. I love the rough. He leaned me back against the table, lifted my knees up and placed my feet on the edge. I was fully exposed to him in such a sultry position, my body reacted and I was increasingly wetter. He was letting my desires manifest and become a force of their own. I puzzled this and told myself that I was a slut, for wanting him this badly. My. I am sure you did as well. Let’s compare notes later. To start with I sat on the sofa. I had rock hard cocks in both hands. I tossed them off as I do you, and their cum shot all over me. Sorry, did I not say they stripped me naked, and caressed, sucked and licked me as I gave them that release? Steve was one of the two, another of your ex school mates. He recovered quickly, pushed me down, leapt on me and gave me a quickie. You’re right, he does have a very long and thick cock, at least ten.