Kirk felt as if he was caught up in a whirlwind. He had always wanted to pull Tracy out of her shell, but he had not counted on how she had taken a simple dalliance and turned herself into a full blown slut. What scared him now, when he thought about it, was how much he loved that she was doing this.

Only weeks earlier he had been shocked when he discovered in just the few days away Tracy had been turned from a shy prudish housewife to a stripping whore for a black pimp. He was incredulous that it had happened. How could he have known when he has kissed her and sent her on her way that within two weeks she would have taken a temporary job as a stripper, fucked her first black man and in turn allowed him to pimp her out to other black men, whoring for him. Now he was married to real whore!

At the same time nothing compared with the instant arousal of remembering the shock and erotic rush of watching Tracy walk onstage, seeing her pierced nipples for the first time from the audience, watching her disappear in the back with a black man obviously heading to fuck him-and then watching and hearing his wife being fucked by a trick and his taking another stripper to the same part of the club so he could observe her and listen.

On returning home they had both been insatiable, both of their minds filled with the erotic side of what had happened. For Kirk seeing Tracy become so open, bold and yes, slutty was the ultimate in eroticism.

It was different for Tracy though-this straight-laced white woman transforming into a black cock loving slut and whore was as if she was another person-and a person that eagerly looked for the excuse to go back. She said she was in control of her emotions-but Kirk was not so sure.

With that as the impetus to push it forward, Curtis coming forward with a $2 million offer-there was no choice for them. Maybe he had agreed too quickly. Now the reality of it was hitting. They were here. Soon Tracy would be at the full time whim of a great many black men, willingly, but as his role had been explained, for Kirk his role was not as her lover or husband but as an emotional support, and encourager, a reminder that as she was immersed in her black cock slut persona that it was with the full permission and support of Kirk. At least that is how it is supposed to work, Kirk reasoned as they entered the main lobby of the airport.

Holding a sign that said only "CI" was a cute redhead in a white button up tank dress with blue trim. She had a comforting smile as they approached. Kirk could see the elaborate floral tattoo on her shoulder.

"Hi," the woman said to the three couples assembling around the sign. "I'm your guide. Please follow me."

 

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ORIENTATION

The couples and Molly were ushered into the orientation room, where a large black man motioned for the women to take the seats facing the desk in the front of the room while the three husbands took the chairs against the wall. The three other black men trailed in and took their place against the opposite wall.

The women were all in their white satin CI uniforms, the draping of the fabric brushing their nipples erect and outlining the shape of their breasts better than if they were nude. The necklaces around their necks did not have CI names now but their real names: Molly, Tracy, Adrianna for the dark haired Italian, and Steffi was the Dutch girl.

Gavin and went over some basics, and then he got to the meat of it-the reality check that the women here would be fucking a lot of different black guys-and that the husbands needed to adjust to that reality.

"Why are you here?" Gavin asked, facing the women.

"To earn money," one of the husbands offered. Gavin glared at him in a way that insured no input from the husbands was appreciated. He pointed to Tracy.

"You, Tracy" He said.

"We are here to fuck any black man that wants us," Tracy answered.

"Very good," Gavin said. He pointed to the guide, a pert redhead with long hair pulled back. Her name tag read "Angie." "Give us a good view of your tats, please." She pulled the strap of her dress to the side and revealed most of it, but she boldly unbuttoned her dress and dropped it to her waist, topless from the waist up. The three husbands were shocked, but obviously enjoyed the redhead's ample breasts. She pulled her top up once everyone had a good look at the orchid tattoo on her shoulder with the two filled in leaves. Gavin continued his well-rehearsed talk.

"You will start off at the end of 30 days with an Orchid tattoo with blank leaves, the more things you do and try, the more your leaves will be filled in, and added too. It is an honor to have a filled in tat. You may have your nipples pierced, depending upon the team you are assigned to and the team leaders requirements, and while you will be reserved by appointment for the most part, on Mondays there are no appointments. Everyone meets at the beach at 10 a.m."

Gavin surveyed the four women, deciding on which would he would use to start things off. He surveyed the husbands, as this was as much for their reality check as it was for the wives. He picked the Italian, who was clearly the most uncomfortable.

"Adrianna, would you step up here please," he said. "Xavier," he said to one of the black men, who stepped forward as well. Turning to the group he pointed to the gold disc Xavier was wearing. "That is the designation of a CI member. As an entertainer you are available to any man wearing that disc, throughout your stay here."

Adrianna reached the front and Gavin positioned her in front of Xavier. Addressing the room he said, "The remainder of your orientation is an introduction to the reality of what goes on here. Each of you have signed contracts; have taken the money that in a year will assure each of you with independent wealth, and in exchange for that year, sexually, you more or less belong to CI and its members. Anyone not clear about that?" No one said a word.

Gavin nodded to Xavier, who was towering over Adrianna, her rapid breathing lifting her breasts under the white satin, her nipples hard, her full lips slightly parted. Xavier ran his hands up her side, over the sides of her breasts, down the front, pulling on the hard nipples through the cloth, then higher, quickly sliding his fingers in each side of the button-up dress and jerking, ripping the dress, buttons flying across the room.

The move was sudden and shocking. Two of the women leaned back at the movement. Adrianna's husband Antonio half raised out of the chair. Gavin smiled that was the reaction he wanted.

Xavier caressed Adrianna's bare breasts as she stood there arms down, enjoying the touch and a half smile on her face. "Rub my cock on those beautiful big tits," Xavier said, making no effort to unbuckle his pants. Adrianna understood what was expected, working his belt and zipper and letting his trousers fall, revealing he was not wearing underwear and sporting a very thick and hard cock. Adrianna moaned at the site of it, reaching for it, rubbing the head of his cock her breasts, squeezing them around his cock while he slid his cock between them.

"Take it in your mouth," Xavier said. "Suck my dick." Adrianna didn't hesitate and lowered her mouth over his cock.

The others in the room were quiet, transfixed at the sight of this olive skinned woman with the thick black hair and her mouth around a big thick black cock. She was unaware that behind her Gavin was unbuckling his pants and removing his shirt, half sitting on the desk, his cock every bit as impressive as Xavier's.

The other women began to fidget a little, and Antonio was breathing heavily himself as he watched his wife suck another man's cock. Xavier touched Adrianna's cheek and she looked up, his cock still in her mouth and he motioned with his finger for her to turn around. She did, to find Gavin's hard cock in her face.

Adrianna didn't not have to be asked, whether it was from the excitement of knowing everyone was watching her suck Xavier, or being nude in front of everyone, or anticipation of what lay in store in the coming year. Whatever it was she eagerly turned around, sucking Gavin's cock, while Xavier guiding her to her feet. She remained bent over, never taking her hand and mouth off Gavin's cock as Xavier moved behind. He had done this many times, and knew with absolute certainty that the woman bent over in front of him, her pussy pouting back at him, was soaked. There was no need to do anything more that rub the head of his cock over her pussy a time or two to get it wet and ram it home.

As he did Adrianna gave a muffled moan that lasted several seconds. Her face contorted with her eyes squeezing shut at the extreme size of him. She pulled off Gavin's cock panting, "Si, Si, Fantasico, Fantisico!" Antonio sat back in his chair, deflating. He had a sudden fear that maybe they shouldn't be here-but the money had been too much to turn down. He forced his jealously back into a recess of his mind.

"I forgot to mention, everyone here is tested, and condoms are not used at CI." Gavin said.

The other two black men and Angie motioned for the three women seated to stand and they rearranged the four chairs back to back. Seeing that things were set Xavier pulled out of Adrianna, taking her shoulders and raising her up, off Gavin's cock.

Angie had already told the other women to get nude, and the other two black men were naked and stroking their erections in anticipation of what was to come. Xavier led Adrianna to one of the other black men. "Straddle that cock girl," he ordered. "Get it inside you." Adrianna stepped over the seated man; her arms locked around his neck for balance, and lowered herself, letting him guide his cock inside her.

Gavin was behind Tracy, and cupping her breasts from behind whispered in her ear, and as he took one of the empty seats she moved over him as Adrianna now had a cock buried inside her as she faced away from him. Her eyes were locked on her husband as she took her new black cock.

It had happened fast, so fast that the three husbands on the wall were in stunned silence at first, and then all three were leaned forward, now intently watching the orgy unfolding in front of them. Xavier took a seat and pulled Molly on to his cock. Steffi looked over at her husband hesitating, but he nodded and she too moved over the remaining black man and was soon bouncing on his long black cock.

"Switch," Gavin said and the four women rotated, with Angie there assisting to be sure everyone rotated in the right direction.

Molly was fucking her second black cock of her life, even bigger than Curtis, at the same time three other women all taking black cock while three husbands watched. She was fighting an orgasm, unable to keep it from coming, but at the same time, in the middle of it, trying to capture the notes she would describe for her expose in her mind, even as she rocked back and forth on a huge black cock. They switched, switched again Molly was on Gavin's cock.

"I've been waiting on you," Gavin told her as he guided himself inside her. "I want to bust a nut inside you, ride my cock fast baby." Molly did as she was told, watching Gavin's face as his eyes rolled back and she could actually feel the spurting of his cum as he let go inside her. That was his signal to announce again it was time to switch.

Tracy had cum twice, in a zone from this wild crazy orgy. Her mind was focused totally on the variety of cocks she was enjoying, and when she moved to Gavin and found him soft from having just fucked Molly, she dropped to her knees and began sucking him back to hardness. It didn't take but a few seconds and she realized she had all four men inside her and was now starting on round 2 with Gavin. Xavier had cum inside her and she wanted more.

Molly didn't know if it was the timing but as soon as she was on the unnamed black man he was cumming inside her too. About that time everyone ran out of steam, and as they caught their breath the four black men dressed.

When Steffi reached for her dress Gavin stopped her. "No need at the moment, just gather your things, don't dress." The husbands stood, realizing the orientation orgy was over, and they were each wanting to go back to their rooms and fuck their wives themselves. The sexual tension was still heavy in the air as each husband fell in beside their wife. Each of the women was walking on rubber legs from the savage fuckings they had each received.

Molly could feel cum dripping from her pussy and running down her legs as she walked. Droplets were hitting the floor. Tracy was in front of her and tendrils of cum was pouring from her, running down her leg. Each of the women had had a least one load of cum deposited inside them.

As the left the room Xavier took Molly's hand. "You don't have your husband here, so for this part of the festivities I'm going to be your fill in." Molly looked down at his now flaccid cock and marveled at how she had ever taken that big a cock inside her tight pussy. As she glanced behind her at the marbled floor littered with splotches of cum she realized that she may not be so tight anymore.