I looked on in rapt fascination as the fair-skinned woman with blonde hair and big tits was ravaged. Six tall, muscular Black men with huge cocks were fucking her in every hole, taking turns and shifting positions.

When one shoved his cock up her ass, two would stuff her straining pussy while another throat fucked her, and the last two received hand-jobs. I could feel my cock straining in my pants, and I even thought I might be drooling.

“Hey ... Cadaan,” came an accented voice that pulled me out of my reverie. When I turned my head, I saw a tall Black man wearing torn jeans and nothing else, staring down at me with a friendly smile on his face.

He was built like a heavyweight boxer. Thick Muscled arms, prominent pectorals and an eight pack abs. His head was bald, smooth as a cue ball, and he sported a neatly trimmed Van-Dyke style beard.

“You, likin’ the fuck show? Eh?” I nodded, and he winked at me. “Wanna join?”

My eyes must have grown to the size of dinner plates at that question. He just smiled and waved to someone behind him. What I saw walk up beside him made me gasp. She was gorgeous, a Goddess with dark ebony skin.

The woman’s hair was pulled back into dreadlocks. Her face was angular and dominated by a brilliant white smile. She was close to my height, yet still nearly a foot shorter than the impressive man who’d approached me.

Her dark chocolate skin shimmered in the low lights of the club, almost as if she’d been rubbed with oils. Her breasts were the perfect size for her athletic body, and the nipples stood out like thick eraser heads. From what I could see, her crotch was bare.

“She’s Awahle,” the man intoned. “All yours, Brudda,” he said in his heavily accented way. With that, Awahle bent close and trapped my mouth with hers, forcing hertongue into my mouth. She tasted of papaya and sweet orange. I moaned.

Her hand traveled down to my crotch and began massaging my hard cock through my pants. Abruptly, she pulled away and stood up, smiling down at me. With a giggle in her voice, she called over her shoulder.

“Weyn baad u weyn!” which made the man behind her smile even broader.

“Sorry,” I stammered. “I don’t understand,” and shrugged.

“So sorry,” he said. She don’t speak no American.” He pointed to my crotch and said. “She say you got a big dick.” I may have blushed. But I know I grinned.

I looked up at Awahle, “Thanks...” I said nervously. “You’re gorgeous.”She looked back at her chaperon with a questioning stare. He smiled at her.