Banged By The Big Black Gang: 6 Story Bundle

As the room again bursts into cheers, I realise something is stirring inside me. I think I felt it when Fred had said the word ‘gangbang’ but immediately repressed it. Now the stirring is getting a little stronger. When the this huge black man had said the words, ‘hung like a horse’ it had turned me on. I could not deny it. But I could not allow myself to be treated like this.
The big man was now looking at me with raised eyebrows, and a slowly expanding smile. Had I shown desire on my face for several seconds? Had he caught the look on my face?
“Hey guys!”, the big man was now addressing the others, “I think Ashley here digs the way we’re talking. I reckon she might be up for a little black dick on white chick action!”
“No!”, I say forcefully, but I can feel myself flushing. I am now fully aware there is a battle within myself. The images of the porn videos I have watched late at night when I am in bed by myself now come into my head. Those images of a white woman being roughly taken and used by a gang of black men. I had fantasized often about being the woman in that video. I had made myself cum just thinking about it. But I still tried to resist. Gangbangs were for sluts and whores. But that’s not what I was.
All the men have now stood up and are approaching me. As they get closer I become aware of the manly aroma of their aftershaves and body wash. I turn around to face the others. I am now surrounded by six black men in suits all looking at me with intent in their eyes, and I notice there are growing bulges in their trousers. This is no fantasy or dream. There is no doubt that all six of these men intend to fuck me right here and now. I am now aware I have lubricated. I can feel my juices begin to flow and run down my legs. But there is still resistance within me.
“Look gentlemen”, I say, trying to muster some calmness and professionalism, “I think we should all forget about this and let me go back to doing my job”, as I say this I begin to back off from the approaching men and temporarily forget the huge man to my back. I suddenly feel something probe into my backside. I whirl round and look down. I have backed into the huge erection straining at this man’s trousers. My eyes fix on his groin. I can almost make out the shape of his cockhead, it seems as if his manhood might burst through the fabric.