The Mandingo Club

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Angela White

The Mandingo ClubI) —Prologue—I moved to Houston from Chicago about three years ago for a bunchof reasons; new job, more pay, warmer climate, better costs of living. Alltogether, it was a good move. One of the things I do miss about the WindyCity though is my membership in the Mandingo club. Maybe, as a white guy,I didn’t actually have a ‘membership’, but I was fortunate enough to attendand serve at their monthly parties for almost two years. The Mandingo clubis a private men’s club that is dedicated to notion of the superiority ofthe black man to all other men, particularly little white cocksuckers wholive to service dark meat. I haven’t found anything similar in Houston,although believe me I’ve looked.I think that every guy, whether they call themselves gay, bi orstraight had a moment of suspicion that black guys are superior to allmales of other races, and I think the smart ones quickly move fromsuspicion to realization and acceptance. For me at least, it was the firsttime my freshmen classmates and I were stripping down for the showers afterhigh school gym class that I realized that I’d never measure up to my blackfriends. I’d of course noticed their full lips and dark eyes before, butI’d never seen a black guy naked and I was in awe. I’m not talking aboutjust penis size, although that was certainly part of it. Their youngbodies were becoming sleek and powerful looking, owing to a naturaltendency towards being muscular with low body fat. The darkness of theirskin was mysterious and seductive. Even the black guys that weren’t in thebest shape still radiated a natural confidence and masculine sexuality thatsuggested they were aware of their superiority to the rest of us. Mostthese high school studs knew that they could get any white woman they wantto service them, and the smart ones knew that they could just as easilyconquer white males too.II) —History—Since then, I’d always had an attraction to big black studs and myfirst sexual experience was with two older black guys. It was a long timeago, but I still remember it vividly. When I was 16, my older brotherworked construction and had a coworker named Thomas, with whom he wasfriends. I met him a couple of times and he was gorgeous. 24 years old,flawless skin a mocha coffee color, tight curly black hair, big hands,square jaw and full pouty lips. He wore tight jeans and white t-shirtsthat bulged with his naturally built physique underneath. Add a tool belt,gloves and work boots and he could be any horny teen boy’s fantasy. I’msure I made a fool of myself the first time we met, saying something lameand just staring at this ebony stud. He and my older brother would hangoutafter work, drinking beer and going to bars to chase girls. After a while,my thoughts started to drift to Thomas more and more, particularly when Iwould jerk off.I snuck a look at my older brother’s address book and got Thomas’snumber. I just wanted to hear his sexy voice, but it took a long time forme to work up the nerve to call. I was so paranoid, I’d always called froma pay phone, just in case he could somehow trace the calls back to me. Forthe first week, I’d just call him and hang up whenever he’d answer. Thefollowing week I got a little braver and would say something quickly, like’I want to suck your big black dick’ or ‘I want to feel your cock in mytight little ass’ before quickly hanging up. I don’t think he knew it wasme.One Saturday afternoon I called Thomas and told him that I wantedto suck him off and feel him cum in my mouth, but I didn’t hang up. Iwanted to hear his reaction.”Look bitch, are you for real?” he asked.”Yeah,” I said with false bravado. “I want to make your big dickfeel good with my cocksucking mouth and tight little virgin ass.””Let’s meet up,” he said, which surprised me. I told him that I’dbe on a certain corner near my house at 10:00 that evening if he wanted toget laid. He told me he’d be there, but if I wasn’t then not to bothercalling back.That evening I snuck out of my house and jogged to the meetingplace, about 8 blocks away. My heart was pounding, my mouth was dry and mylegs were shaking from nervousness. The block was isolated, next to avacant lot and pretty dark, with only a single street light about half ablock away. The pickup site wasn’t in the best area, but I was morenervous about what I’d do or say if Thomas showed up. I thought abouthiding in the bushes and watching to see if he came, but decided I didn’twant to take the chance of him leaving if he didn’t think I was there.A little after 10:00, Thomas pulled up in his truck and rolled downthe window and I walked over. I think he was surprised to see hiscoworker’s k** brother, but told me to get in. We didn’t say much on theride to his place, but I remember my cock was hard in my jeans and stomachwas doing flips.Back at his place, Thomas again asked me if I was for real. I toldhim yeah, I was and he told me to prove in and to strip. Nervously, Ikicked off my shoes, and peeled off my sweatshirt and jeans. I removed mywhite socks and stood there in just my white briefs. Thomas had lit ajoint and stood taking drags and watching me as I undressed.”Naked boy,” he said. “Loose the underwear too.”Taking a deep breath, I pushed my underwear down to my ankles anstepped out of them, standing naked and fearful in front of this stud. Iwas so nervous, my penis wasn’t even hard despite the eroticism of thismoment I had fantasized about for months. Although it was a momentous actfor me to strip naked in front of this ebony god, Thomas didn’t seemimpressed. He gave my trembling body a quick glance and then peeled offhis t-shirt, revealing large pectoral muscles, broad shoulders and asmooth, flat waist. He kicked off his boots and peeled down his shorts andboxers, revealing a thick black cock beginning to swell and arch up fromhis body. He was cut and he wasn’t stereotypically huge, but it was thelargest cock I had ever seen in my life up to that point, probably almost 9inches. His pubes were tight, black and curly, so different from my ownbush. He turned and walked over to a chair and my eyes went down themuscles of his back to the firm dark globes of his ass. He sat down andmotioned me over in front of him. I walked over in a daze and sunk down tomy knees, reaching out to touch the cock of another man for the first timein my life. After stroking it up and down for a few minutes and feeling itgrow hard, I licked my lips and lowered my head, feeling the silkysmoothness of his plumb-like cockhead sliding though my lips and over mytongue.Thomas was lounging in his recliner with his legs spread wide andsmoking his joint while I was kneeling in front of him, sucking the firstcock of my life. I bobbed my head up and down, doing my best, but was onlyable to get about half of his shaft in my mouth. Who doesn’t remember thefirst cock that they sucked and good it felt in their mouths? It was sosmooth, so warm, so hard and filled with throbbing masculine power. Ipulled my mouth off and marveled at how awesome it looked, gleaming with myspit like it was a dark polished wood. I looked up past his broad, smoothchest to his face a couple of times as I was sucking and he was justwatching me, seeming neither pleased or displeased, or even interested. Itwas like a white k** slobbering on his meat was the most natural thing inthe world. I tried to reach and stroke my own dick, but he kicked my armaway, telling me to just concentrate on pleasuring him. After a fewminutes I heard him dialing his phone and talking to someone, saying he hada new cocksucker and to come over right away for some head.I remember thinking ‘new cocksucker? How many does he have?’I continued to suck on the big stallion, determined to please him.After about 20 minutes there was a knock at the door of the apartment.Thomas kept one hand on the back of my head, keeping my mouth on his shaftas I heard the door open and the sound of someone undressing behind me. Iheard the stranger ask how old I was and I think he was freaked out whenThomas told him I was 16.”If it bothers you b*o, go get something to blindfold him with,”Thomas said. “This k** can suck cock and I want a crack at that skinnylittle white-boy ass.”Soon I was blindfolded, but not before I saw the second guys handslong enough to know that he was black too, a much darker skin tone thanThomas.The two men stood me up and walked me to the middle of the room,where I was pushed down to my knees between them. They took my hands andguided each of them to their pricks. I took turns going back and forthbetween them, jacking the cock that was not in my mouth. It was easy totell which cock belonged to Thomas because it was rock hard and moist frommy sucking, but the other guys cock felt different; more silky and fleshy.He also wasn’t completely hard, but had that wonderful feel that a cock haswhen it’s just beginning to swell with excitement, like a warm, fat, manlytube of pliable flesh. Then I realized that he was uncut. A foreskin wassomething I hadn’t considered or given much thought to before, but I likethe way it felt.What turned me on even more was the way that they kept talking tome. Most guys talk during sex, but these two kept calling me names, andthey made frequent note of the color of their skin and mine. They kept arunning commentary the entire time;”Suck that big black dick you nasty white boy! So sexy, seeingthose pretty little pink lips stretched around that big cock. Yeah, youlike black dick, don’t ya? You like servicing black men, don’t ya? Gonnaget this big fucking black cock in that tight little white boy ass of yoursnext! Open your mouth, wider boy! That’s it. Now get on it. Get on it!Choke on it, you little cocksucker! You got a mouthful of chocolate, don’tyou slut? Show us how much you love it. All the way down. All the waydown. Go on, get it. Fuck, yeah! That’s it. You like that big blackcock, don’t you white boy? That’s a MAN’s dick. Show me how much you likethat big black dick, fucking your face.”It was almost like they were competing with each other to see whocould be more lewd and dirty and their talk turned me on like nothing everbefore. I spent the next half hour or so, sucking their cocks and gettingthem excited before they lifted me off of my knees and led me into thebedroom. It was time for me to get fucked.I was placed on the bed on my hands and knees. I felt the mattressshift with the weight of the other guys, one in front of me and one behind.My face was guided forward into a warm crotch, and I quickly recognized thecock of Thomas’s uncut friend in front of me, entering my mouth. I felthands on my firm young ass, exploring the uncharted territory. I was gladthat it was Thomas behind me and that he’d be the one to take my buttcherry. He had a wonderful way of kneading my cheeks and squeezing them inhis hands, pushing them together and then spreading them apart, stretchingmy virgin pucker. I felt something cold and slippery in my crack, and thenfelt one of Thomas’ large, calloused fingers easing inside my butt andbegin to saw in and out. A few minutes later, a second finger joined thefirst, and I was moaning with lust around the mystery cock in my mouth.Then I felt the fingers withdraw and his hand pressing against the small ofmy back, aligning his cock with its target. Then there was somethinglarger and more blunt pushing against my tiny hole. I felt my anus beginto dilate, the cock pressing in, aided by the rapidly warming lube. At onepoint during the penetration I reached back and tried to push against histhighs to slow him down, but he just grabbed my wrists and effortlesslyheld them in one large hand behind my back. I would have gritted my teethto help bear the pain, but with my mouth stuffed with meat all I could dowas moan. I kept telling myself how much I wanted to please Thomas, tomake him proud of me, that this was what I wanted.It took about five minutes before I felt Thomas’s groin pressedagainst my ass cheeks and I knew I had him all. He rested for a minute asmy butthole surrendered it’s last feeble protests against the invader.Then nature took over and he began to fuck. Hips moved like he wasdancing, a sexy smooth rhythm that drove his cock in and out of me like awell oiled piston. His stamina was unbelievable, and he türbanlı kırşehir escort fucked me for whatfelt like hours, occasionally slapping my ass and rotating his hips insmall circles so that his cock gyrated inside of me. The two of themtalked the whole time, telling me how nasty I was, that I was a goodfucking cocksucking slut, that I had a great fucking hole and predictingthat I’d have my ass in the air or be on my knees for any black cock Icould find from now on.At one point, towards the end, Thomas’ friend grabbed me by thehips and started pushing and pulling, driving my ass back and forth onThomas’ cock. This must have been the trick for Thomas because he soonbegan to began to grunt. He pulled out of my butt with a ‘pop’ and jackeda HUGE load onto my back and asscheeks. His friend was close behind and Isoon felt three or four warm jets of sperm blasting across my face,although a few blobs of hot, salty semen landed in my mouth as well.After the other guy left, Thomas took off my blindfold and told meto get dressed. He drove me home, dropping me off about a block away frommy house with a promise I could do it again some time. I snuck back intomy room a little after 1:00 in the morning, exhausted and horny. In oneevening I’d lost both my oral and anal cherries and had done so with twohorny black studs. For some reason it was exciting to think that they sawme as an outlet for their lusts, not as a person but just as a couple ofholes to be used. I stripped naked and crawled under the sheets. I liftedmy knees to my chest and felt my anus, which felt swollen and rubbery.Within less than a minute, I was shooting a huge load of cum over my bellyand chest as I fingered my hole with my other hand. After that, I quicklyfell asleep.III) —Advertisement—Ever since that night I’ve been hooked on black cock. I saw Thomasabout half a dozen more times over the next couple of years. His friendjoined us again a couple of times, but I was always blindfolded and to thisday I don’t know who he was. Turned out Thomas did have a couple of othercocksuckers that enjoyed his meat as much as I did, and he used us wheneverhe couldn’t get any action with a girl. Although I had a crush on Thomaslike a horny schoolgirl, he never seemed to pay my sexual needs anyattention. He never touched my penis or even paid it any attention. Itwas as if a white boy worshiping a black stud was the most natural thing inthe world, and that there was nothing special or unique about the situationor my feelings. I was just there for his pleasure, and nothing else.I finished high school and played a lot of sports, mostly because Iwas good at them and I enjoyed it, but being able to check out the bigebony clubs swinging between the black athlete’s thighs in the showers wasa big plus too. Sports gave me a toned, sleek physique that I’ve carriedinto my 20s. I went on to college and eventually settled in Chicago topursue my career. I haven’t seen Thomas in almost eight years, and sincethen, I’ve been with my share of guys (and the occasional girl). I’vehooked up with the occasional black guy, and it’s always been the hottestsex I’ve had, fueling my jerk off fantasies for months afterwards, but Icould never find someone who could treat me like the black cock slut thatdeep down I knew I was.One slow Saturday I was cruising around a now largely defunctinternet hookup site, more bored than anything, when I was a posting thatreally caught my eye. As close as I can recall, it read; ***One openingavailable to a private men’s club. You be white, Hispanic or Asian guy,18-35, and know your purpose in life is to service BLACK MEN in any waythat they require. We are a Chicago area social club that meets once amonth, looking for a new bitch for our stable of 25 party slaves. You willbe kept naked and must be respectful at all times, and must be in goodshape, attractive and able to do what your told. d**g and disease free amust! White, Latin or Asian preferred. Do NOT reply if you are onlyinterested in this or think it would be ‘hot’ or it’s always been a fantasyof yours. Reply with clear pics, stats, DDF status and why you think youshould be selected. Don’t bother to reply if you can’t even follow thedirections in this ad.***I read the ad a couple of times, my cock swelling as I pictured thescene described. I thought about it, wondering if it was spam or a postfrom a pic collector before I figured ‘what the hell’. I replied to the adwith my description; 26 years old, blond brown hair, green eyes, 5’11”,185lbs with a seven inch cock. I told him I was d**g free and clean (I’dbeen tested about two months earlier) and that I really got off onservicing black cocks, telling the story of Thomas and his buddy. FinallyI sent three pictures of myself, one face, one nude body shot from aprofile angle and one of my erect penis. About 45 minutes later I got aresponse from a guy named Terry who wanted to know if I could meet at acoffee shop inside of an out of the way bookstore in Lakeview the next dayat noon to talk more. I agreed.I arrived the next day and settled into a discreet corner of thecoffee shop to wait. I tried to read a magazine, but my eyes kept goingnervously to the door every time it opened. I knew that the internet wasfilled with flakes and that the odds are that this guy wouldn’t even showup. About 10 minutes before noon, a black guy walked in, his eyes scanningthe room like he was looking for someone. He was probably in his early30’s, about 5’9″ and 200lbs with dark skin. He wasn’t in the best of shapeand he wasn’t what would normally be considered attractive, but he walkedup to my table and introduced himself with a confidence that made me sit upand take notice.Terry introduced himself and sat down and after some small talk,proceeded to tell me about the parties. In a quiet voice, he told me thatthere were about 150 black guys who were part of this group who were on hismailing list, but usually only about 40 showed up to each party. Iremember doing some quick math in my head at the time that if there were 40guys at a party and each guy was hung 8″, that would mean there would beover 25 FEET of black cock to take care of. My lips went dry at thethought and I subconsciously licked them, an action that I’m sure Terrynoticed.”You and the other whiteys are expected to serve drinks and food,provide the entertainment, keep the party going,” he said. “Of course,that means sucking cock, taking piss, getting fucked and generally lettingany brother use your little slut mouths and asses for anything we want.”I heard him, but just nodded. I think I was still in a dazethinking about all that black cock.Terry went on. The rules of the club were simple, but numerous.First and always, blacks men were superior to white bois. Whites were keptnaked at the parties at all time, except for a mandatory leather collar andcockring which we were expected to supply. Any order from a black man hadto be obeyed instantly and without question. Whites were expected to be ingood shape and to keep fit. Parties were on the first Sunday of everymonth. Any slave missing two consecutive parties was expelled from theclub and replaced with a new white boi. Similarly, any black man couldnominate a white boi to be expelled from the club for any reason. Thiswould be put to an immediate vote at the party (which always passed) andthe slave was expelled on the spot. This helped to ensure a stable ofobedience submissives. Finally, all anal sex was safe. Terry also told methat a some of the black tops wore masks.”Oh and one more thing,” he said. “White bitches aren’t allowedany body hair. You need to shave it, all of it. Chest, arms, legs, ass,pits and pubes. You can grow it out between parties, but your expected tobe fairy boy smooth when serving your masters. So, you interested?”I told him I was definitely interested.”Then prove it white boi,” he said firmly. “Go into the bathroomand into the handicap stall. Strip naked and wait for me. I’ll be therein two minutes.””Here?” I said, not quite believing that he wanted to me get nakedin a public restroom.”Here and now,” he said. “I’m not going to tell you again. Eitherdo it or I walk out now and choose another bitch for our party. I only gotabout 50 responses to my ad, so move!”I got up from the table and made my way to the restrooms in theback of the store. It was thankfully empty and I quickly entered thehandicapped stall and locked the door. I peeled of my shirt and t-shirt,hanging them on the hook on the back of the door. I kicked off my shoesand sock and was standing barefoot on the cool tile floor. Then, with adeep breath, I pushed my jeans and boxers down and stepped out of them,folding them into a bundle which I placed on the back of the toilet tank.It was humiliating. Standing there naked, I was shivering from acombination of cold and fear. Anyone coming into the bathroom would see mybare feet in the stall and wonder what was up. I didn’t know what to do soI started to squeeze my cock and balls, hoping to plump them up so theywould appear visually more appealing to Terry.A minute or so later I heard the bathroom door opened and someonewalked inside. They made a beeline for the handicapped stall and tried toopen the door.”Open up you little fucker!” I hear Terry say.I unlatched the door, pushed it open and was immediately blinded bythe flash from a camera. After blinking a few times, I saw Terry standingthere with a digital camera and a grin on his face. He walked into thestall and locked the door behind him.”Hands on your head,” he said aiming the camera at me again. “Backagainst the wall”.For the next two or three minutes he took photos of me from variousangles. He had me flex and pose like a body builder, showing my back,chest and arm muscles. I was glad that I’d gone to the gym that morning soI still looked pumped. He turned me around so that he could take picturesof my butt and had me drop to my knees with my hands behind my head, mouthopen and tongue out, looking straight up at the camera while he stood overme. Finally he had me bend over the toilet and reach back to spread mycheeks so that he could take several close up pictures of my pink butthole.My mind was on autopilot. Was he going to fuck me in a public restroom?Make me suck him off? The fear of discovery terrified me, but my cock wasrock hard the whole time, betraying my arousal. I could see the largeswelling in his jeans, but he never touched me.Finally he was done. I heard him open the door of the stall andwalk out as I was bent over the toilet, ass to the world. “I’ll be intouch bitch”, was all he said as he left, leaving me there. I quickly gotdressed and hurried out of the bathroom, but Terry was already gone. Iwent home, wondering if I’d been had and this was someone’s idea of a joke.Part of me was mad and worried, afraid that I’d see pictures of my nudeself plastered all over the internet. I kept checking my e-mails andfinally got one four days later from Terry that simply said “Hang tightbitch. It’s between you and another white slut. Will decide in the nextcouple of days.” I resisted the urge to reply and ask questions and twodays later, got the answer I’d been hoping for.IV) —Selection—***Congratulations boi! You have been selected to serve at the ChicagoMandingo party next Saturday. There was a lot of competition for this spotso you should feel honored that you’re being given the chance to serve inour stable of white sluts. Remember the rules: 1) You are to be naked atall times except for collar and cock ring. Don’t have these items? Getthem! 2) No talking! There’s only one reason you should be opening yourmouth at these parties and that’s when a brother wants to bust a nut downyour throat. 3) Be clean, inside and out. 4) No body hair below the neck.NO EXCEPTIONS! 5) Be respectful at all times. 6) NO CUMMING, unlessordered to do so by one of us! No one is interested in your pleasure oryour dick. Don’t even touch that little white worm between your legs youcall a dick. 7) You will be expected to host a party in the future as allthe bottoms take turns. If you cannot host, you are responsible forgetting a hotel suite (get the other fag ho’s to chip in to help pay) orarranging türbanlı kırşehir escort bayan a party place with another sub.Be at the following address at noon next Saturday. You areexpected to bring either beer or food. You will not consume alcohol at theparty, only water. If you miss this one, there will be no secondinvitation. If you attend this one but miss a future party, you will bepunished up to and including expulsion from the group. Remember, you arethere to serve and be used and abused in any way we see fit. From now onyour name at these parties will be “Fuckslut” and you will be referred toin this way at all times.Get ready to put out white boy! — Terry ***I read the e-mail several times, my dick hard in my jeans.Suddenly it seemed like less of a joke. I was nervous and had a lot ofquestions, but I didn’t want to e-mail Terry back and risk making him mad.The morning of the party came and I was really nervous. I alreadyhad a studded leather cockring, but had gone out and bought a matchingleather collar a few days earlier. I was telling myself that I wasn’t sureif I was going to go or not, but my mind was kind of on autopilot again andthe next thing I knew I was in the bathroom giving myself a series ofenemas. When I was cleaned out, I took a hot shower to relax. I usuallyshave my face in the shower so I proceeded to do so. Then I lathered up mygroin and, taking a deep breath, I dragged the razor across my pubesleaving a stubbly but clean strip in its wake. I kept shaving my pubes,nuts, armpits and chest until I was completely smooth. I cheated a pit andused a delapitory cream on my ass, legs and arms and fifteen minutes laterI was totally hairless from the neck down. Stepping out of the shower, Istared for a few minutes at my body in the mirror. Having very little hairto begin with, it wasn’t a huge change, except of my dick. Denuded of anyhair, it looked more prominent and more lewd somehow. Although my penislooked bigger, I knew it was only an illusion and I hoped to be seeing somereally monster cocks soon enough. Before I got dressed I snapped mycockstrap around the base of my equipment, which seemed to accentuate mynudity even more. Seeing that I had about an hour left to get there, I gotdressed, wrote down the address on a slip of paper, put the collar in myjacket pocket and was out the door.V) —First Party—I got off the train near Lincoln Park and walked the rest of theway to the designated address, stopping to get a case of beer on the way.My heart was pounding as I got near the address, wondering what this wouldbe like. I finally got to the address, a nice looking townhouse, butactually continued walking past it. I guess I wanted to check it out andsee if there was any traffic in and out or if it was a dud so I watchedfrom across the street for about 10 minutes, gathering up my courage. Isaw one black guy on a motorcycle who drove up, parked his bike and thenwalked up the stairs and into the house like he owned the place. Taking adeep breath I crossed the street. I could hear the sounds of a party as Iapproached the house and climbed the front stairs, but all the blinds wereclosed. I was telling myself that as soon as I rung the doorbell it wouldbe too late to turn back when I saw a small index card taped to the door.It said ‘brothers only! All others use back door’.I silently went back down the stair and crept down the alley by theside of the house and climbed the stairs to the backdoor. I knocked acouple of times but there was no answer. Noise from the party I guess.Screwing up my courage I opened the door and walked into a small utilityroom. There was a washer and dryer on one wall covered in plastic grocerystore bags. I walked through the utility room and through another doorthat led into the kitchen, where I was immediately greeted with the sightof two naked white guys. They both probably in their late 20’s or early30’s, good looking, and totally nude except for their black leather collarsand cockrings. Neither of them had any body hair below their necks. Onewas in front of the refrigerator, bringing out food and the other wasplacing some sort of appetizers onto a tray. Both looked up and saw me asI stepped into the kitchen. I could hear sounds from the party coming fromthe rest of the house.”Um, hi. I’m looking for Terry. He said to meet him here.”Both of the naked guys quickly put a finger to their lips,indicating that I should be silent. One of them led me back into utilityroom and handed me a plastic bag. With a tug at my shirt, I figured thathe was telling me to undress and leave my clothes in the bag. A quickglance into another clothes filled bags confirmed this and I nervouslystripped down, stashing my bag where I could find it later. The other guyhelped me put my collar on and soon I was just like he was, naked exceptfor the collar and cockring. He took a small bowl from a shelf containingthree small metal tags with clips attached. One of them said ‘ Fuckslut’and I figured that it was mine, remembering Terry’s e-mail. The other guy(‘Cockwhore’ from his name tag) led me back into the kitchen, handed metray of mini-pizzas and pointed me towards a door leading to the rest ofthe house.I walked into a large area that was a combination dining room andliving room. It was incredible! A party from my wildest jerk offfantasies. There was loud bass driven music thumping from the stereosystem and there was a large banner hung on the wall of the living roomover the fireplace that someone had done on their computer that read ‘Blackis Beautiful! Everywhere there were guys. The white guys (I say whiteguys, although in truth there were a few Latino and Asians too) were easyto spot, since they were all naked except for their rings and collars. TheChicago winter meant that most of the submissives hadn’t seen a lot of sun,and most were lily white and stood out in sharp contrast to our darkmasters. A couple, like me, were carrying trays of food or drinks on trays. Most of the black men were fully dressed, standing around talking toeach other or sitting on the couch watching a football game. I wish Icould tell you that they were all young, muscular jocks or sexy thugs, butthe truth is that while some of them were like that, most just seemed likenormal, average guys. They were the guys you’d see on the street or in anoffice every day. They could have been delivery guys or security guards,lawyers or filing clerks, bus drivers or students. About half of them worecheap, Zorro-like masks over the top half of their faces. A few of themhad their dicks out and a few lucky slaves already had their faces stuffedwith black cock.A couple of white sluts were kneeling on one wall near the stairswith their hands behind their backs, their eyes scanning the room lookingfor opportunities to be of use. A few white boys had leashes attached totheir collars and they knelt next to whichever stud had claimed them forthis party. In one corner of the dining room, a large, powerful lookingblack guy with bulging arm muscles had a slave thrown over his lap and hewas soundly spanking the smooth jiggling bubble butt so that the cheeksglowed red. One guy was curled up into a ball on his hands and knees andwas working his tongue over and around the bare feet and toes of a heavyset mocha skinned guy sitting in a large chair.I felt someone grab my arm and turned around to see Terry standingthere grinning. “About time you showed up,” he said as he turned andwalked towards the living room, dragging me behind him. “Guys, this is thenew ‘Fuckslut'”. A couple of guys cheered and most looked me over.”Remember the rules cunt,” Terry hissed at me in a whisper. “Screw this upand you’ll never be invited back”.I nodded and he let me go. I walked through the room not sure ofwhat to do. As I was checking things out, most of the black guys ignoredme, although a few reached out to squeeze my ass or tweak my nipple. Therewas so much going on, I can’t recall everything. I do remember there was awhite guy there with a large letter ‘P’ written on his chest and back witha red marker. In addition to his collar and cockring, he was wearing aball gag, nipple clamps attached with a heavy chain and with his handscuffed behind his back. I found out later that he was also stuffed with alarge plug up his ass too. Turns out that this was the standard punishmentfor missing the prior month’s party. The absent slave would be bound,gagged and plugged, but allowed to wander the next party as an observer.He was strictly off limits for use. He got the silent treatment. It musthave been torture, surrounded by hot more horny black dick than most peoplesee in a lifetime, but he not being able to feel or taste an inch of it.For most of the first hour I just served appetizers and drinks tothe hungry studs, running back and forth from the kitchen. My cock washard as a rock, but I remembered not to touch it. After a while I wanderedup stairs, where I had seen guys coming and going for the last hour or so.In the master bedroom, there were about three black guys standing aroundagainst the walls, either slowly stroking their huge cocks or being suckedeagerly by kneeling slaves. Most of the eyes were on the queen sized bedin the middle of the room, which already looked well used. An ebony godmade of smooth solid muscle was sitting on the bed, with his legs spreadwide apart. He was watching a thin, blond little twink, maybe 19 years oldwas doing his best to take the stud’s meat in his mouth. The sounds ofsucking and slurping filled the air. After a few minutes the bull-stud wasready and actually picked the white k** up and laid him on the bed. Whatmade it even hotter was that the bottom was small, maybe 5’6″, while theblack stud was probably about 6’2″. The slave was on his back and theblack stud managed to squeeze his glistening erection into a condom andslather it in lube. Then he took hold of both of the whitey’s ankles inone large hand and aimed his tool at the k**s anus. The k** was no virginbecause in a couple of minutes his ass had engulfed all of the black meatlike a pro. The ebony stud started ramming in and out of his fuck toy,eliciting moans and yelps from his victim. I only got to watch for aminute or so before I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see anotherblack guy watching the fuck show. He was wearing a mask, but I guessed himto be in his mid 40’s. With no more of an introduction than “Suck it”, andI dropped to my knees, taking his cock into my mouth in a sooth motion. Hekept his hand on top of my head, showing me the rhythm he wanted.He pulled out of my mouth after about five minutes and tuckedhimself away, wandering out of the room to join the rest of the party. Thek** on the bed was still getting jackhammered by his bull and moaning likea whore. I wandered into the master bathroom. In the large garden tub wasa guy, bound tightly with rope, his wrists behind his back, curled up inthe fetal position with his mouth gagged. The tub was filled to a depth ofabout three inches with a foul looking puddle of yellowish piss. The guyshair was wet and matted to his forehead, so I guess he’d been there forsome time.A naked Asian guy was kneeling in front of an older looking blackguy who was leaning on the vanity next to the tub. I thought that he wasgetting a blowjob, but the Asian wasn’t moving his head. He was perfectlystill. Then after a few seconds, the black guys squeezed his cock andpulled it from the Asian’s mouth. The Asian then leaned over the tub andspat a mouthful of piss onto the face of the piss-pig in the tub, adding itto the puddle. He then got his mouth back on the black dude’s dick foranother mouthful of recycled beer. I watched him go back and forth a fewtimes, delivering more piss to the tub, one mouthful at a time, but I leftfairly quickly. Piss play isn’t really my thing, but the guy in the tubseemed to like it. I found out later that he actually owned the townhomewe were in and was the host of this party.There was another flight of stairs from the third floor which Ifollowed up and onto a landing. There was a glass door that led out to aprivate roof deck. There were two black guys sitting on chairs smokingcigarettes. A really good looking türbanlı escort kırşehir dark haired white guy in his late 20swith an athletic build, kneeling in between them with his hands behind hisback, his knees spread wide. He was holding a plastic ashtray in betweenhis teeth and his face was covered in streaks of gray and black ash. Heprobably didn’t smoke and he looked like he was going to be sick from thesmell of the ashtray and the smoke. One of them was talking and other onehad the top of the toe of his boot against the kneeling k**s nuts . He wascasually playing with the k**s balls with his boot in a way that made thenaked slave twitch nervously.The other guy saw me through the door and motioned me out to him.I opened the door and stepped outside, thankfully noting that there was achest high railing around the deck. A quick glance around told me that noone could see us.The guy who motioned me out must have been a mechanic because hehad a blue uniform on with white oval circle on the chest that identifiedhim as ‘Ray’. He must have just gotten off work and come straight to theparty. He ordered me to bring them two more beers so I ran downstairs andgot the drinks. When I came back, I kneeled down handed the cold drinks tothem. Ray took his, took a drink and then unzipped his pants and fishedout a thick, heavily veined piece of circumcised meat which was rapidlyswelling up. He reached out and placed his hand on the back of my head andpulled my face into his crotch without missing a beat of his conversation.As I sucked him off I glanced up and could see the tag on the white k**’scollar, identifying him as ‘Slut-4-Black’. I think he was a little jealousof me for just showing up and being able to work on a big black dick whilehe was forced to hold an ashtray in his mouth. He’d probably been waitingfor hours for the treat I was now getting.After I sucked Ray off until he blasted a thick load into my mouthand throat. He tucked his impressive cock back into his work pants and Iwaited for a few minutes, but he and the other guy were back in theirconversation. I went back down stairs where Terry came up and grabbed meby the arm again. “Where you been? Some of the brothers been asking aboutyou. It’s time to put out.”I followed Terry over to a couch next to the front door. There wasa black guy sitting at one end, stroking his cock, and a naked white guysitting next to him in the middle of the couch. I couldn’t tell you whatthe white guy looked like because there was another naked black manstanding on the couch over him, fucking the slaves throat. I could see alittle of the thick dark cock as it glided back and forth over the slut’sslobbering lips. I was led to the side of the couch and pushed over thearm. My butt rose up into the air and my face came down in the first blackguy’s lap. His erection entered my moth and I started sucking. I couldfeel hands squeezing and slapping my ass cheeks, occasionally dippingfurther to probe and test my tight hole. I moaned around the cock in mymouth as I heard the rip of a condom wrapper and the slick sound of lubebeing rubbed on a large cock. Someone spit on my hole and soon, someonewas pushing into me. I don’t know if it was Terry or not, but if feltthick and gave my hole a good stretch.I stayed in that position, bent over the arm of the sofa, for overan hour. I was constantly fucked. I counted eight separate penetrationsof my ass, but I don’t know if they were eight separate guys or if someguys double dipped. I had four cocks in my mouth, but only two came. Whenit was over, I felt several large hands on my ass, spreading my cheeksapart. I heard the click and saw the flash from a camera. Terry wastaking another set of pictures of my hole. I found out later that he keptan album with before and after pictures of all the white guy’s buttholes.He liked to see them going from tight and pink to swollen and gaping aftertheir first Mandingo party I guess.The party lasted for several hours more. Guys eventually began tofilter out and I pitched in with the rest of the slaves to help clean up.Eventually I got dressed and left, riding the train home in a daze. When Igot back to my apartment I collapsed into bed, exhausted from my firstparty, but knowing that I’d found what I’d been looking for. When thefollowing month rolled around and I got my invitation to a new address, Iknew without a doubt I’d be there.VI) –Other parties and Games–For almost two years I faithfully attended every party. These wereheld in homes and hotels, apartments and in the suburbs, wherever a subcould arrange it . One was even held at a house in the country thatsurrounded the city. I actually missed that one and had to spend nextmonth’s party with my hands bound, nipples clamped and plugs in my mouthand ass as I enviously watch the other submissives work to serve theirblack masters. I guess the trip must have been too far for a lot of us tomake because I was one of about six slaves being punished for absenteeism.One of the submissive guys (Sperm-junkie was his party name)managed at a gym near downtown Chicago that mostly catered to business menand women during the week. Because the weekends were so slow, the ownerhad decided that closing time on Sundays would be 5:00. Once, Sperm-junkieopened the gym for an after-hours party. That was the best, because itallowed everyone to be in an environment where nudity was natural and itbasically quickly became nothing but a black on white orgy. Although wehad access to the entire gym, most of the guys stayed in the locker rooms,showers, sauna, and large whirlpool tub.It was amazing. Everywhere you looked there were naked black menand their white servants. There was fucking in the saunas and showers,blowjobs were being given in the locker room. There was a padded massagetable in one room and the ebony studs took turns getting rubdowns fromtheir willing slaves. I was only able to enjoy about half the eveningwalking around before the black doms decided to tie me and another guy faceup to on one of the benches in the locker room. While I wasn’t able tojoin in any of the more of the fun going on in the showers or sauna, theplus side was that a lot of the studs decided to sit on my face and I gotmy tongue between some really sexy black butts. As thrilling as it was, italso surprised me a lot because I’d learned from attending the parties thatwhile most black guys really get off on getting their assholes licked andmunched on, they’re not likely to do it in front of another brother. Ialso spent a lot of time tea- bagging the dark hairy nutsacks of the menthat didn’t use me for rim jobs.After the party was over, me and the rest of the subs were given 30minutes to clean up the beer cans, condoms and condom wrappers to hide anytrace of the activities that had taken place.One of the most insidious aspects of these parties were the masksthat some of the black guys wore. My face was totally exposed, but therewere dozens of black men. It first hit me when I was riding the train afew days after the first party and a black man in a business suit wassitting across from me. We made eye contact in the casual way thatstrangers do and suddenly it hit me; did he recognize me? Did he know me?Had he fucked me at the party, or had I sucked his cock? Not knowing wasthe worst. Now, no longer would I be able to ride a train or sit in ameeting with a black man without wondering if he was one of the guys thathad seen me at my most vulnerable and whorish. Every black man I met fromnow could, potentially, already know me more intimately than anyone else.I could be recognized in the grocery store, at the gym, while shopping forclothes, eating in a restaurant, anywhere. I could never be sure anymore,and the realization that these parties would fundamentally alter myinteractions with African American men for the rest of his life set inquickly.I think I was recognized once in a nice downtown steak restaurant.I was with a group of friends, celebrating one of their birthdays when Ilooked up from our table to see a black guy in a booth, staring right atme. He caught my eye and grinned, spreading his legs a little bit. Myeyes immediately went to his basket and I think he saw this because hegrinned again and reached down and kind of rubbed his crotch discreetly. Icouldn’t place him or couldn’t be sure I even knew him, but I felt like heknew me. He left long before we did and I think the only reason he didn’tsay anything to me then and there was because I was with a group of guysand he was with his woman.The black guys also like to come up with games for their sluts toplay for their amusement. One of their favorite games was called whitebitch tug-of-war, which I was never much good at. The way it worked wasthat every black man chose a naked slave as his ‘steed’. The black man wasthe jockey. Brackets were drawn, just like in basketball, that showed theschedule of the games .Two pieces of white masking tape were placed on the floor, aboutthree feet apart. The two contestants were placed on their hands and kneesbetween the tape, facing away from each other so that their asses wereabout 18 inches apart. A thick cloth cord was then tied tightly to eachslaves balls and penis to where there was no slack in the middle. Then, onthe count of three, each of the white slaves would try to crawl forward,painfully trying to pull the other slave backwards by the balls. All theblacks would be cheering and shouting loudly, placing bets on the whiteguys suffering for their amusement. Every once in a while a black studwould drop his pants and pull out his cock and stand in front of thestraining slave’s pain streaked face. He would waive his thick meat a fewinches away from the slave’s mouth, encouraging him forward with thepromise of a tasty treat. All the while, the boi’s two jockeys would smacktheir asses with belts, hands or paddles, trying to drive them forward.The first slave to pull the other backwards over the tape line was thedeclared the winner. The winner would basically get nothing except for theprivilege of competing again in the next round. The loser would getpaddled, whipped or spanked for losing, and then again for every game thatwas played thereafter, meaning that if you lost the first bracket you couldbe sure of a blazing red ass by the time the final game was played.Other games involved races of a sort. Two large black dildos wouldbe suction cupped to the floor and to slaves would be made to squat overthem, racing to see who could get the entire fake dick inside their assfirst. The loser would be spanked, as was the usual punishment. Othertimes we had to be participants in blowjob contests. Two or more slaveswould kneel side by side and black men would step up to their sucker’smouths, their erections bobbing in front of them. The first guy to maketheir stud cum was the winner. Then the clock started and every otherslave would be timed from that point on to see how long it took them tobring their black cock to climax. The loser or losers would then bespanked, five swats for every minute it took them. Of course, the blackguys did their best to make it last a long time, both because they enjoyedthe suck jobs, but also to make it worse for their suckers. Subs began topanic or get frustrated when they couldn’t coax a load out with theirmouths and tongues, their minds beginning to panic at the thought ofpunishment. The ‘prize’ for the winner of this game was that he had tokneel there, head back and mouth open with a mouthful of cum for the restof the competition. Black guys would walk up and look at the load in hismouth and sometimes would hawk wads of spit into the mix as well until theslave was ordered to swallow.VII) —Epilogue—Anyway, as I said in the beginning, I eventually moved to Texas. Ididn’t tell Terry or anyone else from the Mandingo Club that I was moving,I just left. I guess I wanted to hold on as long as possible. After I gotsettled in my new place in Texas, I got my monthly invitation, but didn’trespond. The day of the party came and I thought about all the lucky whiteguys who were taking care of a group of horny black studs with their mouthsand assholes. A month later, my second invitation came and I didn’trespond to it either. After that they stopped coming, and I assume thatanother lucky white bitch took my place and there is a new ‘Fuckslut’ thesedays.I’m assuming that these parties are still going on. If anyone hasattended or is attending these parties in the Chicago area, or better yet,if anyone know of similar parties are currently being held in Texas, I’dlove to hear from you. Better yet, if Thomas is reading this…

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