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I was sent the following story, with a request to post it anonymously.

note: I DIDN'T WRITE IT!!!  FLAMES, CRITICISMS, COMPLIMENTS and all other
comments WILL BE IGNORED.  DOn't bother.

warning: story contains explicit sex as well as references some may
consider racist and/or sexist.

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The story you are about to read is true. Some names and details have been
intentionally changed to protect the perverted. Others have been munged
unintentionally due to drugs and alcohol. Nevertheless, it's reasonably
accurate.

I am not a writer, nor do I try to be.
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                            Black Night in New York

We got up early on Saturday morning (the rug rat doesn't usually give us much
choice about it anyway). We did breakfast, cleaned up a bit, ran our usual
Saturday morning errands, packed a few things (including some leather cuffs,
a leather bikini, a leather paddle, some ropes and chains, vaseline, and a
collection of nasty pictures of CJ's (my wife) last adventure), dropped the rug
rat off at grandma's, and headed for NY - several hours away.

The trip itself was not as interesting as the last one. On that trip, CJ wore
the leather bikini. It isn't a real bikini that can actually be worn at the
beach. The top is black leather perforated with chrome eyelets that serve the
dual purpose of showing a little flesh as well as scratching and irritating
her tits on the inside. The bottom is also black leather, but just a triangle
in front with a thong running up the rear to the waist strap (a T-Bar?). The
triangle has a 1/2 inch wide slit cut down the front, starting just above her
clitoris and extending almost to the tip of the triangle. Her inner pussy lips
stick through the slit perfectly. But the slit is not really open. It has a
small chain anchored just above and just below the opening. It seperates and
rides between her inner lips, rubbing against her clitoris. She stays quite
wet when wearing it. The visual effect is also quite arousing, moreso since we
removed her pussy hair. Along with the bikini, she wore the typical slutty
black fishnet stockings and black high heels, black leather ankle cuffs, and a
black collar around her neck. When we left the house, it was covered over with
a pair of black skin-tight stretch pants and a pull-over tunic. But after we
got out on the interstate, the outer garments were peeled off. We spent a couple
of hours showing her off to every trucker who wanted a peek. By the time we
Arrived at the hotel in CT, she was a sopping mass of fuck meat, with only one
thing on her mind. But I didn't give in - I made her wait for Tom. Ever since,
we've refered to Tom as "The Black Conneticut Yuppie."

But alas, I digress -- That was the last adventure -- Back to the present.
We got to the hotel in NY about 4 in the afternoon. I called John to let him
know that we were in town and we agreed to meet around 8. CJ and I took a little
nap. She was a little weary from the long ride and I knew she was gonna need all
her strength for what we had planned for her, not all of which she was aware.
After a little dinner downstairs, CJ bathed and I shaved her cunt. She fixed
her hair, put on some makeup, and then put on the bright red nail polish that
seems so appropos for these occasions. Then she put on the leather bikini and
her pull-over tunic (I now get a hard on at the very sight of that tunic) and
we cracked open the first bottle of wine and waited for the "well hung black
studs."

Fred and Herb were the first to show up. These guys are like Mutt and Jeff. Herb
(sorry - black men just shouldn't be named 'Herb') is very tall, whereas Fred
is relatively short. Both are slender, but in good shape. Fred is self-employed
as a real estate appraiser; Herb is a maintenance man at a local university.
We were to learn later that they are actually brothers. We exchanged greetings,
introductions and all that social foreplay stuff. While we were waiting on the
others, Fred showed us his "white pussy" photo album -- a photographic record
of white women that he and his group (of 7 men) had gang-fucked. It was about
this time that CJ began to realize what she was in for. Up until then, she had
been expecting just a couple of guys. The idea of getting fucked by 7 black
men really blew her away. We explained to her that it wouldn't really be that
bad, since one was out of town and wouldn't be coming and she'd only have to
do 6. Unfortunately, we were to learn later that 2 others wouldn't be able to
make it either, so we only wound up with 4.

We reciprocated by showing them our photos of CJ's last adventure - co-starring
Tom, The Black Conneticut Yuppie (as you've probably gathered by now, CJ has a
thing for black men). They really liked the ones of her in the leather bikini,
and were pleased to hear that she actually had it on right then. When they got
to the photos showing CJ with her ass high in the air and being butt-fucked by
Tom's huge black dick (I know it's a stereotype, but that's in fact why we
had contacted him -- the promise of a "mule-size" dick), they began to realize
what THEY were in for.