Katie was the only girl there. Right away I thought that was kinda odd. There were six of us guys from work, including me, and it was the first time I'd been invited to one of their beer-and-poker evenings, even though I'd been working with them for about six months. To begin with I guess I just thought that they were just racists and they didn't want a black guy coming round their house. It was nice to be proved wrong. And Katie's husband Dean seemed like a pretty cool guy so I tried not to notice that his girl was blatantly flirting with me.

It was hard, though. Katie's the kind of woman who can give a guy a hard-on just by smiling at you in a certain way. She has these big, round tits and the pink, off-the shoulder top she was wearing didn't do much to hide them. We were all sitting in their lounge and every time she got up to fetch more beers she'd kinda accidentally rub herself against me so I could feel the hardness of her nipples through the material. I'd always had a weakness for blondes, too, and she had her hair cut in this messy, sexy way that made her look like she'd just that minute been fucked against a wall.

"You want another beer, Patric?" She was looking at me again, bending over as she picked up the empties so I could look right down her top. I glanced at Bob to see if he'd noticed that I was looking at his wife's tits and he obviously had; he was grinning his head off. I guess he's just proud of her and who wouldn't be? Man, to come home to a fuck like that every night must be incredible. I was so jealous it hurt. When she walked into the kitchen her round perfect ass swayed in these flimsy white pants she was wearing and I noticed that every guy in the room was staring at her just like I was. Dean obviously didn't give a fuck, though, and I relaxed.

"Hey Dean," I said, when Katie came back in with the cold beers pressed against her big tits. "I guess you got your wife pretty well trained, huh? I haven't seen you lift a finger all night."

"She's an old-fashioned girl ain't you Katie?" he said, pulling her onto his lap. "She does what I tell her to, don't you babe?"

"Uh huh," she pouted. Even her voice was sexy. This slow, cute, Virginian drawl. "Dean's my husband. I was raised that there's man's work and there's woman's work. The feminists might be on my case but if my Dean says jump I'll say: 'how high shall I jump Dean?'"

"Ain't she cute? Why don't you put a little music on for us?" said Bobby, pushing her off his lap and slapping her ass.

"OK babe," she knelt down in front of the stereo, put an old soul CD in and then stood up. As soon as the music came on she started dancing, looking right at me, batting her long eyelashes and licking her bright red lips. I was mesmerised. As she waved her arms above her head, her pink top rode up just above her navel and she moved her hips in this slow, circular motion that made my cock suddenly stiffen in my pants.

Dean laughed. "Is she hot, or is she hot?"

"You're a lucky man Dean!"

"Give the boys a proper show!" he commanded.

"Oh no Dean," she blushed. "I couldn't do that. Not in front of everyone."

"Didn't you just say that you do what your damn husband tells you to do? The boys wanna see some titty. Don't we boys?"

The rest of us loudly agreed.

"Oh God," she groaned but I noticed she didn't look all that upset. She began swaying from side to side, getting down in a crouch and rubbing her hands down from her neck, over her bare shoulders, across her tits and down to the hem of her top. Then she slowly stood up, winding her hips round and round, and, in one smooth motion, she pulled the top over her head. She was wearing an under-wired black bra that practically made her tits sit up and beg and I thought I was gonna cum right there. Then she walked in a little circle from guy to guy with this little teasing smile on her face before getting down on the floor, stretching her long, slender legs out in front of her and pulling off her pants. She was naked except for the black bra and these little, lacy black panties.

"Let's see some titty!" Dean commanded again and the guys began a chant: "Titty! Titty! Titty!"

Katie turned round and wiggled her ass in time to the music before reaching behind her and undoing the catch of her bra. Then she slowly turned round, and, holding the bra in place with her hands cupped over her tits she looked at me. "Would you like to see my tits, Patric?"

"Woo-hoo! The bitch likes you, man!"

I wasn't sure how I felt about Dean calling his wife a bitch in front of all the guys but Katie made me so horny it hurt. "Hey, there's only one answer to that, girl," I replied.

She wiggled her way a little nearer to me, smiling this sexy smile, still holding her bra in place before sliding it, first left and then right across her tits, caressing them with the material before casually letting it go and flicking it across the room to where it landed in the lap of one of the guys.

"Man!" I exclaimed. She looked every bit as fucking horny as I thought she'd be. Her tits were the same perfectly even tan as her flat belly and her slim arms, her nipples were long and erect in the middle of sweet brown circles, and she looked like she was almost as turned on as we were.

"Now for the pussy!" said Bob.

She turned round and wiggled her round ass at me, hooking both thumbs into the black lace panties. Then she leaned back on to my lap, turning her head to one side in this coy, sexy way before pulling her panties down her long, smooth legs. I had to hold her by her arms otherwise she'd have fallen over. She was practically sitting on my lap, naked. I could see all the guys sitting round us couldn't decide whether to stare at her big tits or little pink cunt.

"Katie," I said, "c'mon, what's Dean gonna think?" I pushed her slowly off my lap but she fell on to her hands and knees, like she was getting into the doggy position. Her ass was in the air and I could see her pussy was glistening. Man, the bitch is wet! I thought. Fucking bitch loves it. She turned her head towards me and I could see her eyes were almost pleading me to fuck her.

Bobby stood up, still smiling, and started unbuttoning his fly. "I'm gonna get me my cock sucked," he announced. "Patric, you can have the bitch's ass or her pussy. Choice is yours."

Katie let out an involuntary moan but it was soon cut short when Bobby took his long cock and slid it into her mouth. "You like that you fucking little slut don't you?" he laughed and began fucking her head as her lip-glossed red lips formed a tight suction round his shaft. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck," he gasped as he pumped her wet mouth. "What you waiting for Pat? Fuck the bitch!"

Her tits were jiggling as he made her suck his cock and her beautiful white ass was quivering with anticipation. "Man, I'm not into fucking in front of a bunch of guys I said."

"C'mon," said Dean, pulling Katie's hair and making the slut deep-throat him. "She ain't never had a black guy before."

So that was what it was all about. That was why they'd invited me. "You assholes," I shouted. "You get turned on by the idea of your white bitch wife being fucked by a nigger? Is that it?"

"Patric. . ." said Dean. But he was too far gone in fucking his wife's dirty slut mouth to try and placate me.

"Man, if you don't want a go then I sure as hell am," said Dean's friend, Bill. "He walked slowly round Katie's naked body, admiring her big tits as they bounced. They were almost hitting the floor as Dean made his wife arch her back. When Bill got behind her he slapped her ass twice, once on either cheek, leaving pink handprints and making her gasp even through Dean's big cock. Then he undid his fly and in one easy motion he rammed his cock into that fantastic, shaved pink pussy and started banging her hard. The two guys were spit-roasting her between them. One cock in her pussy, one in her mouth. Her pink body was glistening with sweat and she was making muffled gasping noises, her knees sliding backwards and forwards over the carpet as they fucked her. "Do her! Fuck the bitch!" The other guys there were shouting and one by one they took their cocks out and began stroking them, preparing to shoot their cum over her gorgeous white body. I couldn't believe how they were degrading her. None of the black girls I knew would let themselves be humiliated like that.

"I'm not staying to watch this," I said, but I knew it was turning me on. She was turning me on. Just as I was about to leave the room she caught my eye, her mouth was full of cock and she was being banged hard but I could tell that she was most humiliated by the fact that I'd turned her down. Then, that instant, Bobby came, making her swallow some of his cum before pulling out and spraying her face. She shut her eyes but it splattered her chin, her cheeks and her hair. Bill grabbed her by the hips and started banging her harder and, without the cock in her mouth, the bitch was squealing. "Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Oh God! Oh God! Fuck my mouth now Patric, please. I want your cock too!"

The other guys all came, sending pearls of jism all over her back, her shoulders and her ass. Bill made her lay flat on the floor, her tits and belly squashed into the carpet and he spread her legs wide, as wide as they'd go so she was spread-eagled before, finally, he came too, making her squeal even louder. I wandered slowly out, up the stairs to the bathroom and I knew she was watching me leave. She'd been totally degraded. And I kinda wished I'd fucked her too.

CHAPTER TWO

I was just splashing some water in my face when I heard a knock on the bathroom door. "Patric," I heard a little voice say. "I need to take a shower."

"I'm taking a piss," I said but I'd forgotten to lock the door and she pushed it open. She was still naked with cum drying all over her body, crusting her pretty face, her big round tits and all down her belly to her shaved pink pussy.

"You got no shame, bitch." I told her.

She flushed. "I get so horny, Pat. Why didn't you want to fuck me?"

"Cos you're a fucking whore white slut."

"I can't help it," she murmured. "I am a slut in front of you. I know it. I want your cock in my pussy Patric, or my mouth. You can put it wherever you want. Please. Don't make me beg you." She stepped up close to me and put her slender arms around my neck but I pushed her away and she stumbled backwards into the bath, her smooth white thighs spreading wide open as she slid down the side of the bath. "Oh Patric," she gasped.

"You want some cock?" I snarled. "How about this?" I pulled my cock out of my pants. It was not yet hard but I could see her greedy little eyes were impressed by how big it was. I stood over her in the bath and began pissing on the slut. A stream of yellow liquid poured over her hair, down her face and over her tits, washing off the cum.

"Oh my God," she wept, not bothering to close her legs, just lying there spread, shaven and naked covered in cum and piss. I couldn't believe what a whore she was. She even began rubbing the piss into her tits.

"It makes you hot?" I said in disbelief. "It makes you hot to be pissed on?"

She said nothing. Turning her head to one side in shame. I shook the last drips of piss on to her face but my cock was starting to get hard now. "Is there anything that doesn't make you hot?" I demanded. "How about having your ass fucked? Would you like that?"

"Patric. . ." she began. But I flipped her over with one hand, so that her ass and legs were in the air over the side of the bath, and she was upside down with her head and her tits against the cold enamel. Her ass looked so good, big and round. I spread her cheeks and ran my fingers backwards and forwards over her asshole.

"Fuck my ass if you want Patric," she moaned, trying to turn and look at me, "but please use lube. You're too big, you'll hurt me."

I pushed her head brutally back down into the bath. "You need lube? I'd a thought a slut like you would've had her ass fucked so often you could drive a bus up there."

"I've never been fucked by a man as big as you," she moaned.

"There's plenty of lube right here," I answered. I spread her legs wider apart and thrust two fingers into her pussy.

"Ugghh!" she gasped, incredibly loudly. She was wet, as I knew she would be. Her juices soaked my fingers as I slid a third, then a fourth inside her and began roughly finger-fucking the slut. Her mouth was open and she was practically licking the base of the bath as she lay there with her legs spread wide open, her toes curling in ecstacy. By now my cock was hard and bolt upright, quivering with anticipation. I pulled my fingers out of her cunt and massaged my stem with her sticky pussy juice. Then I put my fingers back in her cunt, got them wet again, pulled them out and rubbed them over the tight entrance to her asshole.

"Oh Patric," she gasped. I pushed my fingers into her tightness and felt her resistance as her ass squeezed my knuckles with her ass. "Ohh," she breathed again.

"You gonna like this, slut," I said, sliding my fingers slowly backwards and forwards, to try and relax her, slowly stretching her hole.

"Oh God,"

"Shut it slut," I slapped her ass, leaving a big red hand print on her quivering white flesh and then I began rubbing the big apple-head of my cock against her spread asshole.

"That's it, man," I heard a voice behind me. "Fuck that bitch's dirty ass hard!"

It was her husband, Dean.

"Oh God, Dean," said Katie, trying to turn round again. "He's going to fuck my ass with that! Have you seen the size of it?"

"He's our guest Katie, if he wants to fuck your ass then you should damn well let him,"

"I don't have any choice," she squealed, wriggling on her belly against the cold bath. "He's gonna fuck my ass good!"

"You fucking white freaks!" I swore. "I ain't a part of your fucking freakshow!" I stuffed my hard black cock back into my pants and pushed my way past Dean out of the bathroom. "You fuck your white slut's ass if that's what you want."

Katie rolled over and looked at me in confusion, a little bit relieved but mostly hurt and humiliated.

"What are you? Some kind of faggot?" Dean demanded.

"Fuck you!" I shouted. "You want I fuck the bitch's ass? I'll take her home with me. I'll fuck her all over my house. I'll let my friends fuck her too. I bet she'd like that. Fucking little white whore."

I looked at her. She'd crawled out of the bath and turned around to face us but she was still on her knees, strands of hair sticking around her pretty face, her slim arms crossed over her big tits. Her mouth was half open and she was practically panting.

"You ain't taking my wife nowhere." Dean insisted.

"Tell you what," I laughed. "You give me your video camera. I'll tape the whole thing for you."

He looked at his wife, naked and humiliated on her knees on the bathroom floor. "You want that Katie?" he asked softly.

"I want whatever you want," she replied. He walked up to her kicked her feet apart, bent over and roughly thrust one of his big hands up into her pussy. "You want it, don't you?" he groaned, sliding one horny finger in and out of her. "You want it bad."

"Ohh," she moaned in shame, throwing her head back. "We can watch the video together Dean. You can fuck me while we watch."

"Just get the camera," I snarled. "And you bitch, get showered, get some clothes on. We're going out."