More of the Black and White Ball

William was beaming as we made our way through the banquet hall to our table.  He seemed to know every man we encountered.  I could tell he was proud of me and I needed the boost of confidence.  The other women at the ball were stunning, there is no other word for how they all looked.  Every last female in the hall was tall, thin, dressed to kill and dripping in jewels.  None of them looked at me as I held onto William’s arm while he chatted with the men.  The women looked at William.  The men looked at me.

And what men they were.  Like William, each man appeared to be about fifteen or so years older than the women they were with.  Also like William, they were obviously successful and wealthy, tall and muscular, impeccably dressed in expensive bespoke tuxedos, and completely in command of their surroundings.  They exuded power.  They were, to a man, extremely handsome in a way that was so masculine, so overwhelmingly male, it made me wet just looking at them.  When they looked at me, eyeing me with no hesitation, no inclination to hide their enjoyment of looking at me, no intention of disguising their obvious lust and desire, my knees went weak.

After getting used to the looks, I started listening to the conversations.  I was shocked by what I heard.  William would congratulate each man as they discussed the physical attributes of that man’s companion.  He would compliment the woman’s body in very crude and vulgar terms, as if he was describing livestock at an auction.  Usually they would make reference to the woman’s husband and how the poor wretch must miss having such a beautiful and desirable sexual partner.  The first time a husband was mentioned, I looked at the woman’s left hand.  She wore a wedding ring.  Every woman there was wearing a wedding ring, just like me.  William had insisted I wear mine.  Now I understood why.

Many of the women, although not all, were wearing what I can only describe as collars.  Many were elegant and delicate, jewel-encrusted and expensive.  Some were common dog collars.  As we reached out table, I asked William what the collars were for, what the indicated.

“The collared women are owned by the men they are with.  The expensive collar means the woman is not available.  The dog collars indicate that she is.”

“That she is what?” I asked naively.

William leveled a gaze at me.  “For sale.”

Before I could digest that bit of news, William began introducing me around our table.  I didn’t pay much attention as I could only see each of the other women’s left hands and their throats.  Each of them wore wedding rings, each of them wore collars.  Two of the collars were very elegant.  One was made of cheap leather.

I tried to be discrete as I asked William what he meant by ‘for sale.’  He ignored me as the lights dimmed and a spotlight came up on the small stage near the dance floor.  An impeccably dressed black man walked to the podium to a gathering round of applause from the men and women in the hall.  As he reached the podium, some of the men in the room rose, soon to be joined by others, finally all, including William.  All the women remained seated.

“Thank you, thank you so much, you are too kind, please be seated,” the master-of-ceremonies said as he waived his hands in an effort to suppress the applause.  The crowd ignored him and the applause grew louder.  He smiled and shrugged, clearly enjoying the accolades.

“Thank you, please take your seats or dinner will get cold.”  The applause finally died down and everyone took their seats.  “Please join me in congratulating the excellent staff of this facility on a job very well done.”  The applause rose again and quickly died down.  “And thank you all for coming to the twenty second annual Black and White Ball.”

As the MC thanked various dignitaries and droned on, I found my eyes drifting back to the woman in the leather collar who was seated across from me.  She was stunningly beautiful, with high cheek bones and full lips, a perfect figure well-displayed by a skin-tight gown that was cut low enough to show off her perfect breasts.  I couldn’t believe she was going to be sold.  As I thought that, I looked at the other women at the table and wondered what precisely it meant that they were owned, if not for sale.  I discretely glanced around the banquet hall and could only pick out a handful of women who, like me, were collarless.   I couldn’t wait to find out from William what it all meant.

As the MC finished at the podium dinner was served.  We ate quickly and relatively quietly, with the men making small talk and the women completely silent.  As desert was served, one of the men asked me if this was my first Black and White.

I looked at William before answering.  When he nodded, I said that it was.  The man smiled and asked William who owned me.  William smiled and said I was on loan from Ray but that I actually belonged to Shawn.  I hadn’t realized until that moment that William even knew Shawn, let alone knew of my relationship with him.  I must have looked at William in surprise because he gave me such a look of disapproval.  The man who asked about me kept pressing the matter.  He was with the woman wearing the leather collar.

“Do you plan to buy her?” he asked William.

“As a matter of fact I am in negotiations to do just that.”

I kept my eyes on my desert so as not to risk another reproach.  I couldn’t believe my ears, but I also could not imagine being more turned on.  I wanted to wear a jeweled collar.  I wanted to belong to William.

“How long do plan to keep her?”  I peeked up from my desert plate at the man.  He was less attractive than I realized when we sat down, a little older than and not as fit as the other men at the table.  I wondered how he came to be with his stunning companion, and why in the world he would be selling her. 

Then it dawned on me.  He was selling her because he was able to, and he was interested in acquiring a new white bitch.  Me.

“I don’t often sell,” William said casually.  He looked at me with smiling eyes.  “I certainly don’t contemplate selling before I have even acquired the little cunt.”

That was a relief.  I think.

A Black and White Ball

We flew into the island on William’s private Gulfstream and took a limo to his beach house on Lyford Cay.  We arrive the evening before the Black and White Ball and spent the rest of the night fucking and talking about what I could expect.  I could tell William was a little on edge about the Ball and much as I tried to reassure him, he never relaxed.  I asked him to show me his house, but he was distracted as we walked the grounds.  Finally, we went to bed as the sun was peaking over the horizon.

We slept most of the day away, jetlagged and preparing for a long evening.  William finally woke me as the sun was setting and showed me the dress he brought for me to wear.  To say that the dress left nothing to the imagination was an understatement.  The front was cut down past my naval; the back almost showed my butt cheeks cleavage.  The lower part of the dress was slit up both legs so that as I walked you could see virtually all of me.  I hadn’t worn underwear for years, so my body was very accessible.  I never doubted for a moment that this was precisely the effect William had in mind, and I was happy to accommodate him.  I am proud of my body, even after two pregnancies, and I was relieved to see William was too.  I was more than a little nervous about living up to the competition I would encounter at the Ball.  Although he never mentioned it, I knew William was eager to show me off and wanted me to make a strong statement about him. 

We arrived at a subdued but incredibly posh country club after a short drive in the limo and I was eager to see what the other men and women looked like.  I was not disappointed.   The men were all handsome, tall and obviously very wealthy.  The women were almost exclusively blonde, almost painfully thin and extremely attractive.  I held William’s arm and squeezed it with anxiety, smiling up at him as we strolled into the hall. 

The place was huge, much bigger than it looked from the entrance.  There were dozens of tables for eight, a big dance floor and a full orchestra playing swing music.  It felt so surreal.  I’ve lived in the south my whole life, but never had I seen such a segregated crowd.  The waiters and the members of the band were all male and all mullatos, with pale skin and shaved heads.  The male guests were all black, very black.  The women were all white.

Black and White Training

I wound up staying with William for the week.  We spent all our time together, just getting to know one another, and it was wonderful.  William is a very successful businessman who is used to getting everything he wants, and he wanted me.  I was truly flattered that he picked me for the Black and White Ball.  I knew that he had unlimited choices of women to fuck or take to the Bahamas, and he picked me.  It probably didn't hurt that I was able to fuck him and his friends for hours and hours in LA without complaint.  Quite the contrary, I wore their big black dicks out.  William had to be impressed, although he never mentioned that evening again.

When I called Ray to tell him of William's plan for me, I could tell he was a little put out by it all.  Ray likes to  pretend that he's cool, and for the most part he is.  I've been to a lot of fuck parties with Ray and I've never gotten the sense that he cared who stuck what in me, but on the phone he sounded put out.  I'm not sure what will happen with Ray the next time I see him in person.

William was a perfect host for the week I spent with him in Bel Air.  His house was a true mansion, with servants and everything.  He even had a chauffeur.  I was  beginning to feel like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, although I never, much to my disappointment, got to shop on William's tab on Rodeo Drive.  Actually, I never got out of his house.  We did nothing but fuck and swim and eat and sleep for the entire week.  I am beginning to truly appreciate the virtues of being an less-than-virtuous kept woman.  Come to think of it, are there any other kinds?

The night before we flew to Nassau for the Black and White Ball, William told me how it was going to play out and what the rules were.  First and foremost, he told me, I could not refuse to have sex with anyone there, man or woman, black or white.  This was to be a ball in every sense of the word, first dinner and dancing in elegant evening gowns with a full orchestra, then something out of the movie Caligula.  William was not concerned in the least that I would not hold my own among his friends and their women, but he expected me to make him look good.

"What will it take to make you look good?" I asked.

"Just don't bail on me."

"Has anyone bailed on you before?"

"Not on me, but every year at least a couple of white bitches embarrass their hosts by declining somebody's advances.  Makes me sick.  Like they got no manners."  I noticed that whenever William got agitated, traces of his roots in the hood would slip out in speech patterns.

"Why in the world would they do that?" I asked innocently.

William calmed down a little and gave me his most boyish grin.  "It can get pretty intense once the party really gets going.  Not all of the women who show up have been fully informed about the extent of the expectations."

"Well then you can hardly blame them for balking," I said with an indignant tone.  "But thank you for letting me know what is expected of me."  I smiled and stroked his big back cock.  "And thank you for the training session this week.  I can't imagine I will have any trouble meeting your expectations."

William grabbed my hair and jammed his now-erect cock down my throat with unexpected ferocity. "See that you do."

LA continued

It was a long night in LA, but worth every minute.  All three of my trainers fucked my ass hard, with very long, thick, black cocks that were very hard.  No lube was offered, so I sucked each cock before it was jammed up my ass.  As I've said before, I have never been a huge fan of anal, but I learned to relax and even  enjoy myself.  I came early and often, as did my large black friends.

I asked them their names as we took a break and how they came to know and work for Ray.  All three were boyhood friends who beat the odds and got out of the hood, but stayed in touch.  Javon worked as a salesman for a tool and dye company, Stephen worked for a group of lawyers running their IT department, and William was retired after making it on Wall Street.  William was of particular interest to me, as he wanted to take me to his house on Nassau, in the Bahamas the following week.

"Why do you want me?" I asked.  "You can't have any trouble attracting women of any color."  He was very attractive.

"I don't.  You just appeal to me, and I'm invited to a black and white ball on the island," he said.

"What's a black and white ball?"

"I belong to a club that caters to black men who keep white women.  We get together every month or so to socialize in an environment that is comfortable for everyone."

Javon laughed.  "Fuck you say!  You all just get together to show off your trophy white bitches and..."

"What the fuck do you know about it, nigga?  You ever get an invite?  You afford to go if you did?"  William was pretty worked up.

"Chill, man.  I don't have the resources, no doubt."  Javon was smiling, but although we'd just met, it was obvious to me William had struck a nerve.  They both had.

William turned back to me.  "So are you interested, Lena?  I'm sure Ray won't mind, and it will just be for the week."

Just a week, I thought.  The man had attitude, I will say that.

"Sure, what time will you be picking me up?"

I always wanted to go back to the Carribean.

A Rough Night in LA

The last time I was in LA with Ray, he took me to a party in a sketchy part of town.  I wasn't sure where we were going, but it was very clear to me we were no where near Rodeo Drive.  Ray was driving an old Chevy, not his usual Mercedes, so I guessed it was going to be a downtown night.  I also guessed I'd be the only white person in the room.  Turns out, I was the only woman in the room.

I've been used before, but that night was beyond my limit.  There were so many bangers in that house, I lost track.  I had never been DP'd in my cunt before, but Ray made sure that happened, more than once.  A couple of the small cocks in the room tried to DP my ass, but I just couldn't take it.  Ray told me he was disappointed.  I told him it wouldn't happen again.

When Ray called to tell me I was coming to LA again, I called Marcus, the biggest black cock I know.  I told him what I was expected to do and he told me not to worry, he would take care of me.  I spent the next two days at his apartment.  He fucked my ass with his monster black cock non-stop, stretching my poor little ass as it's never been stretched before.  He would even work his thumb in with his cock, pulling me open.  The pain was intense, but I didn't want to disappoint Ray again.  I left Marcus knowing I'd done all I could do.

When Ray picked me up last night, he was in a suit and driving the Mercedes, so I wondered if my efforts were for naught.  I needn't have worried.  We went to a beautiful house by the beach, where three of Ray's friends were drinking and laughing as we walked onto the deck overlooking the Pacific.

"Gentlemen, this is Lena.  She knows why you're here.  She knows what I want her to do.  Get it done."

No names were offered, so I walked over to the group and put my hand on the back of the neck of one of the best looking men I have ever seen, and kissed him deeply.  I reached out for the trousers of the other two men and felt the size of their cocks through the cloth.  The size of them was less than I expected, but I quickly realized they were not yet aroused.  As they unbuckled their belts and I dropped to my knees, it was clear to me that Marcus had some serious competition for the title of Biggest Black Cock I'd ever seen.  I tried sucking them, but only managed to get less than half their cocks into my mouth.  I knew I was in for a rough night.

LA Story

I love LA, even in the rain. I love LA because Ray is in LA and Ray takes me to places no one else takes me. I met Ray in my hometown, but I knew from the moment he touched me that I needed to have him. Shawn had escorted me to an office function for the company Shawn and I worked for at the time, so we were very formal and polite, but when Ray walked into the room I nearly creamed my panties. He is movie-star gorgeous, with the body of an athelete and a booming personality. Ray took over the room immediately, something that is not easy when Shawn is holding court. Shawn knows Ray only through the company, so meeting in a business setting would make sense, but he knew it would drive me crazy, too. He introduced us in the middle of a small crowd of people, then leaned in and whispered something to Ray, who smiled a dazzling, sexy smile in response. My knees almost buckled. Ray was very polite as he made a show of kissing my hand, and I gave Shawn a look. Shawn just smiled at me. I was dying.

After an hour of small talk and drinks, I needed to powder my nose, so I found my way to the ladies room (we were at a downtown hotel.) As I left the ladies room, Ray took my hand and led me to a small alcove, where he kissed me and grabbed my ass under my cocktail dress. In no time he had a finger in my cunt, his tongue down my throat and was undoing his zipper. He pulled out his cock and pushed my head down, holding my hair, fucking my mouth. We heard some people approaching from around the corner, so he let me go and we put ourselves together just as a couple of senior executives turned the corner. They were mildly startled by the sight of a junior programmer and (I would later discover) a very big client of the company, slightly disheveled, talking in a back corridor of the hotel. I knew my days with the company were numbered, but I also knew I would see a lot more of Ray.

So I'm off to LA. I love LA.

Never on Sunday

That's what I should have said. Thomas is a regular, not very big but dark as a moonless night and quite rough. He loves to fuck my ass, then beat it with his belt, then come in my mouth. This week he slapped me around a bit, which I liked a lot. I used to see him more often, but now he only comes over when he's angry, and I'm a little frightened whenever he calls. I love the rough play, but I wonder if he might lose it at some point.

A quiet week

It's been pretty quiet this week. Shawn is out of town and Dave has been working late every night, so it' just me and the kids. Sometimes I think this is all I need to be happy - great kids, nice house, a little money. Okay, a lot of money. Time to make something happen.

I just texted Nate to see if anyone is out and about. Kim is coming to sit with the kids, so I'm free for the evening. I haven't been fucked in 2 days, so I'm needing a little black cock. Make that a lot of black cock. I like black cock a lot, and I like a lot of black cock.

The first time I got fucked by more than one guy was at a little cock party Shawn threw for me to meet his old friends from the 'hood. Shawn grew up poor, almost fell into gang life, but fought his way out of the streets. Three guys made it out with him, and they were the three guys who introduced me to the distinct pleasure of multiple black cocks in my tender regions. I was still getting used to fucking Shawn, big and forbidden as he was, and he up and invites his whole crew over to do me at the same time. It was fantastic.

George, Carl and Ted were the same age as Shawn, mid-forties, still in fine shape and all a girl could want, but at first I didn't want them all at once. The thought of more than one black man fucking me was not new to me, but the reality was sudden and unexpected. Shawn never warns me when he pushes me to a new level, but this was my first big push, and I was sure I could not handle it. My fear must have been obvious, because Shawn started swearing at me and grabbing my hair, pinching my nipple so hard I screamed. George started laughing.

"First gang-bang, Little Cunt? Don't worry, you are in very experienced and capable hands. Why between us, we must have fucked at least a thousand skinny little blond white bitches just like you, and you'll get used to it real quick." With that, they grabbed my arms and lifted me up, hoisted me onto the dining-room table and held me down. I had never been raped before, but the thought of being raped by four strapping black me was at once terrifying and incredibly exciting. Although I fought hard, I wanted them to fuck me. I wanted those hard black cocks in my mouth, in my ass, and most of all, in my cunt. I wanted to struggle against them, feel them overpowering me, denying my attempts to fend them off. I wanted to be helpless. I was totally, completely at their mercy.

They had their way with me, all night long.

Home again

I'm back home from Houston, just me and the kids. I don't expect to have any visitors or appointments today, so I can relax and enjoy my little ones.

I've always thought of Jake and Dana as "my kids" instead of "our kids" since Dave is not their biological father. He's involved in their lives but more as a provider and sometime caregiver than a real father. He seems to be okay with it, but I really don't care all that much. If he were to walk out on me tomorrow, I would be just fine. I've been stashing all my money away for the day I know is coming, and my business is turning into a real cash cow. So I don't need Dave, but he is convenient to have around.

I've wondered if I want Dave around for now so I don't have to think about letting anyone else into my life on a full time basis. Not that I have much of a choice in the matter. It's pretty obvious that Shawn is not interested in being with me - I see less of him now than ever. But as long as he's in my life, every other black man in town will respect his rights to me. They will fuck me, but they won't try to take me away from Shawn. He has said that he will never let me go. I'm not sure if he really means it, but he is quite adamant.

Just last year, a guy named Bill moved to town. Bill was very attractive mulatto, a little shorter than I prefer, but very well hung. Shawn had invited him to a slut-party and Bill fucked me in the living room in front of everyone. He led me upstairs and he fucked me in the ass in the master bedroom. Later that night he fucked me while I sucked another guy in the game room. There were a couple of other white girls at the party, but Bill was quite enamored with me alone. Every time I looked up, there was Bill, smiling, with his cock hard, ready to go again. He called me the next day and I met him at his new house and he fucked me in the ass again. He fucked my ass almost every day for a month. I'm not opposed to ass-fucking, but as I mentioned, he was long and thick. Then Bill said he was going to see Shawn about coming to a more permanent long-term arrangement. I don't know what was said, and Shawn didn't mention the conversation, but I never saw Bill again.

So for now, I don't see any prospects for a change in my situation. Fine by me.

Party of four - Sunday night in Houston

Howard and I spent most of Sunday in his apartment, watching TV, ordering room service (one of the many excellent benefits of owning an apartment in an upscale hotel) and getting reacquainted after a month apart. We fucked for most of the day, so my cunt was more than a little sore even before the party. Howard had invited a few friends over to supposedly watch the Pro Bowl, but I didn't expect to see much of the game. I've been the center of attention at Howard's parties for years now, so I knew what was in store for my tired little cunt. The things a slut will do for her man.

I have been fucking Howard's circle of friends long enough to know them all pretty well, and none of them showed up tonight, which was unusual. Typically, I see the same faces at most parties, with only one stranger in a given evening. I always assumed Howard just wanted to have complete control of the situation, but he never really spelled it out for me. We rarely went out, but the apartment is so luxurious, I didn't mind at all.

The four black men who arrived at the apartment were all new to me. They arrived together, all very well-dressed and very formal in their manner, but as Howard greeted them and introduced me, he picked up his jacket and gave me a casual wave and left. Needless to say, I was more than a little shocked. We stood in the entrance, an awkward silence hanging in the air, when Javon finally said,"You look fantastic, Lena. You are everything Howard said you would be and then some, but I didn't come here to watch no fucking football game, so get on your knees."

Houston for the weekend

I haven't been to Houston in a month, so I am looking forward to seeing Howard. He is very athletic and has great stamina, so I always enjoy my stay. I flew in yesterday morning to spend as much time with him this weekend as I could, and he was most appreciative. When we talked on Friday, he told me he had several new friends who were anxious to fuck me. Howard always has new friends who want to fuck me.

Howard picked me up at noon and we went straight to his place. He always fucks me as soon as possible. I like that. Howard is very straightforward; no games, no surprises. I love his cock, which is uncut, very large and very black, and I like the way he uses it, so pleasing him is usually pretty easy. Life never seems to get in Howard's way. I've known him for a long time, but I don't know much about him. I don't think he's married, but I 'm not sure. Like so many of the men I see, he keeps a beautiful apartment in the city for parties and such. We fucked three times before the sun went down.

Although Howard knows he owns me when I'm in Houston, he is never rough with me. I sucked his beautiful black cock in the car on the way from the airport to the city and he fingered me once we got off the highway, so I suspected he'd been looking forward to my visit. I've been seeing him for almost four years, and since he always comes in my cunt, there is a chance he is the father of my two-year-old daughter. I like the idea that Howard could be Dana's father. I like that quite a lot.

I guess since this is my first post, I should explain my situation. I am married to my college sweetheart, Dave. He is a nice guy, very white and kind of safe and boring. He makes a good living and we have everything we need or want, but I got frustrated with our sex life almost as soon as the honeymoon ended. It was about ten years ago that I was thinking about leaving Dave when I met Shawn. Shawn was a senior executive in the company I worked for at the time. Shawn overwhelmed me. He was tall and quite well-built; very handsome and very powerful. I was amazed when he took an interest in me and my career. I grew up in the upper mid-west, so I never had much exposure to black men growing up. I had no idea they were so attracted to white women, especially blond white women, but I've learned that they are very attracted to me.

I easily fell in love with Shawn, even though he never said he loved me or gave me any reason to believe he would ever love me. As he told me the first night we were together, he wanted to own me, nothing less, but nothing more. He thought I would be an interesting toy, but he had all the women he wanted and he would never give up his freedom. He just wanted me as his white breeding slut. I had never heard the term before, but I still get wet when he calls me that, which he does whenever he fucks me. He fucks me a lot.

As we lay in bed the first time Shawn fucked me, he told me how it would be. I was to stop fucking Dave. If my husband left me, that was not Shawn's concern, but he wanted me to have only black cock in my cunt, black sperm in my womb and black children in my family. I would fuck Shawn's black friends whenever he told me to, which would be often. I was to stop using birth control immediately, so I would breed black children as soon and as often as possible. I told Shawn that I didn't know if I could conceive any children, since I had been trying to get pregnant with Dave, but he told me not to worry, black sperm was much more potent than white sperm and I would have many beautiful black children. But I would never know who the father was, because as his white slut, I would be fucking more black men than I could count, and I would surely get pregnant...and I did.

I didn't get pregnant right away. Shawn had me transferred to his department and we traveled together often, usually just the two of us. We traveled a lot in those days, and he treated me like the perfect business companion in front of clients and colleagues, and like the perfect white breeding slut at night. We went to clubs in the rougher parts of cities all over the country, and wherever we went, Shawn treated me like his property. I would fuck black men in toilet stall, suck them in alleys, get fingered in cabs and get gang-banged by actual gangs at parties. I have more black cock than I can ever count, and so many of them could be the father of my children.

After I got pregnant, I decided it would be difficult to explain the black baby to my co-workers, so I left the company and moved to another neighborhood just after my son was born. We moved again after Dana was born a few years later and my husband decided to stay with me and raise them as his own, telling the neighbors that we adopted, which I'm sure no one believes. He likes the fact that I am another man's slut and once in a while he gets to watch me fuck black men. I know he'd like to fuck me, but the idea of fucking him is unimaginable to me now.

I started my own company when Jake was born, and it's been a lot of work, but very successful. I travel quite a bit, mostly in the deep dark South, and in each town I have a black man who owns me, who fucks me and treats me like his white breeding slut, just as Shawn does at home. This weekend I'm in Houston, owned by Howard and tonight we're going to a party.