Felicia stood in the doorway to the shower room of her hotel suite with four Polaroids in hand, still covered in drying cum. The last thing she could remember before she passed out -- from too much pleasure -- was Luke and Ravin filling her pussy and ass with cum as they took her at the same time.
But that wouldn't explain how her small, pert breasts had a thick layer of cum over them, dripping down over her flat stomach. The Polaroids filled in the gaps. They were pictures of her sleeping body with Ravin and Luke continuing to use her.
One had Ravin using her pussy (she could tell as his was slightly thicker), two were of Luke rubbing his massive cock over and between her breasts and the last one was from an angle that showed both huge, black cocks spewing their thick, white cum all over her upper body.
Without realising it, as Felicia looked at that last image, her free hand was stroking the layer of cum on her breasts. She saw the time, she had to get ready for her morning meetings. In the shower she washed off the deluge of semen from on her petite body, some had even gotten into her long brown hair, which took a lot of washing.
All the while she tried to get her head around what had happened these last two days. She didn't know that it had been a drug, slipped to her by her mother-in-law, that had caused her body to go into sexual overdrive. A drug meant to be used for couples with difficulties, Felicia had been introduced to far higher than the recommended dosage.
That in turn had lead to her being attacked and taken by force by two, well hung, black men, also supplied by her mother-in-law. What frightened Felicia even more, was not the two nights of forced sex, but that towards the end could she really say she had been forced?
She had even shaved her pussy completely bare, at their order, and spent time after pleasuring both men. Tears leaked down her face. She loved her husband, Stewart, with all her heart, she enjoyed sex with him greatly and longed to be back home with him, but all she could think about right now was how she wished she could have another big, black cock stuffed deep inside any hole she had.
"Oh shit!" she cried as the hand that had been furiously rubbing her clit made her cum, her knees going weak. Felicia sat in the shower cubicle, residing herself to the fact that no matter what her mind said or thought, it seemed her body was addicted to black cock.
Her second alarm went off, indicating that she had to get dressed or be late for her meetings. As she slid her underwear up her toned legs and over the curve of her pert, round ass she tried to focus on what she was going to say to Stewart, if anything. She picked up her bra and looked at it. It was padded as like most of her bras, she didn't like her small breasts, but in light of what had happened recently she thought boosting her natural curves was not the best idea right now.
She decided to go without, buttoning up her blouse and putting her suit jacket on over the top. She only had two meetings that morning, the second lasting until lunch time. She was bored and agitated towards the end, being easily able to tell that the big players were stretching it out to make sure that the big lunch they wanted afterward could be put on expenses as company time.
Only one of the twelve men was even mildly attractive too, Felicia could not help but stare, he was the assistant of the man heading the meeting. He looked to be about in his mid twenty's. His dark grey suit was cut in a stylish fashion and hugged his lean, frame. And, Felicia noted, he was black. Was that the reason she had also singled him out? If he was white would she have just looked over him as she had all the other men in the room?
Why was she even looking at him at all? She asked herself. She just wanted to get home to her husband.
When the meeting was finally done and all the others went off for their lunch, Felicia decided she would go to the copy room, copy the papers she needed for home and just go. Normally she would stick around and network on the last day, but her head was feeling a bit fuzzy.
The copy room was nothing more than an oversized store cupboard with an overworked photocopier inside. Felicia closed the door behind her and started copying her documents. The noise of the machine meant that she did not hear the door open behind her. It wasn't until she felt something brush her rump that she spun around in shock!
"Oh, er sorry, I was just trying to reach some fax paper."
It was the assistant from the meeting. Felicia stared at him, he was checking her out, but seemed embarrassed about it. Her shoulders slumped. 'Why fight it?' she thought. She knew that no matter how much she didn't want to, her body was going to want this young, black, suited stud and trying to stop it was just going to delay the inevitable.
Little did she know that the drug was totally out of her system now, and the assistant not another plant from her mother-in-law, but just an assistant in the wrong place at the wrong time.
"Oh, ok no problem." Felicia replied. "No harm no foul." And she turned her back to him again, knowing that he would have to press against her to reach the paper. She felt his body close as he reached around and over her. Felt his crotch press against her ass and she subtly bent herself at the waist rubbing into him.
She hated how slutty she had become, but she knew that this is what her body would want. The assistant cleared his throat behind her and made one last grab for the paper. Felicia, at that same instant, spun around and felt his full body press into her, his crotch digging into her stomach.
"I... err... what?" The assistant stammered. Felicia was a bit surprised at how shocked the man seemed. Surely he was in on the actions of Luke and Ravin, she felt certain that another hunky, black man entering her life at this time could not be a coincidence. She decided that it had to be another set-up and just let things continue as she knew they would.
"Come on now, we both know what you're here for, lets get on with this, cos I can tell you're already halfway ready!" Felicia said matter of factly. The expression didn't change on the young man's face, but he could not deny he had been checking out the hot lady in the meeting.
He had also noticed her wedding ring, but seeing as she was the one throwing herself at him, who would know? And she was right, the close proximity had made his cock begin to grow. He liked white women, had never been with one, but their creamy white skin aroused him like nothing before.
