Mandingo Black Dick Christy Simmons found herself frequently day-dreaming about her wild experience helping
the FBI nab some insurance scam artists the previous month. As she polished the silver ca
candlestick holders, she would find herself imagining that she was actually stroking a long
hard penis. She was shocked and ashamed of these naughty thoughts but she couldn't stop them
from coming.
Friday started off like a typical day. Christy had just made herself a small salad for
lunch. She was feeling a little down because her husband Todd had just called to announce that
he had to go on another business trip. He wouldn't be back until Tuesday. Since he already had
an 'emergency' travel suitcase stored at his office, he wouldn't be stopping at home before he
left. Christy was use to these sudden trips by now but she still felt lonely. Ever since
Todd's promotion three months ago, it seemed like she saw less and less of him. Her life was
very mundane and routine. The only interesting thing that had ever happened to her was that
undercover operation for the FBI. She was even starting to think about calling them to see if
they needed anymore citizen help. As it turned out, she didn't have to.
The doorbell rang, disrupting her meal. Christy hurried to answer it, grateful to
have her boredom interrupted. Her heart leapt when she saw it was Agents Smith and Jenkins again.
They were still dressed in their dark suits and they were wearing the same silver reflective
sunglasses. Christy invited them in.
Once settled, Agent Jenkins started explaining the purpose of their visit.
"We . . . have a bit of a problem, Mrs. Simmons. You were such a great help to us last
month, we were hoping you might be able to assist us again."
"What is it you need me to do?" she asked eagerly.
"We had a bit of a problem with the tapes," continued Jenkins. "Some how a few
copies . . . well, copies of the tapes, err, got around headquarters. Our boss got a hold of
one and . . . he ah, he wasn't too happy about our using a civilian in . . . ah . . . that
kind of operation."
"Oh," said Christy, feeling very uncomfortable at the idea of a lot of people seeing
her explicit performance. "How did those copies get around?"
"We're not sure," replied Smith. "One of the agents must have broken into the files. A
lot of people have access. Maybe it was a janitor. We aren't sure. That's not really the
point. We were suspended from our jobs for recklessly endangering a civilian."
"Gee, that's really too bad," consoled Christy, sincerely, though she was rather
disturbed to think that any old janitor could see those tapes. "You guys seem to really
care about helping people. Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Well, as a matter of fact there is," said Jenkins. "We've been working on busting a
major international drug dealer. This case has been building for over two years. If we can
nail this guy then our boss will have to give us our jobs back."
"I don't know how I could help with that."
"We've had a tip that one of his major couriers is in town. The guy is staying at the
Marriott on Route 110. We think he has a partner with him. What we need to do is search his
room for information on when and where the next deliver is going to be. Then we can intercept
it, make a huge bust, put a very bad man away and, of course, get our jobs back. Will
you help us?"
"What is it I would have to do?" asked Christy.
"It's simple. You just have to stall the guy. We've been watching him for the last
three days. He stays close to his room but he and his partner have drinks in the lounge
every night around nine. You meet him there. Talk to him. Keep him occupied for fifteen or
twenty minutes while we search the room."
"All I'll have to do this time is talk?"
"That's right. Just keep them from coming back to the room."
"What would I say to these guys? I mean, they're drug dealers, right?"
"These guys are just couriers, bag men. As far as we know they don't actually deal
at all themselves. We aren't after them. We just want Mr. Big. If you wear something cute
and smile a lot, they'll do all of the talking."
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pussy, but Julius thought she was responding to him, so he slid his hand over to her other
breast and began squeezing that one, too. Her left nipple was left completely exposed.
Just then the waitress came back to ask if they wanted any more drinks. Christy was
so mortified she couldn't look at her. Dominic just smiled and said that they were done.
The waitress scribbled something on her pad and ripped off the top page, placing it in
front of Dominic.
"You can just write your room number and sign it," suggested the waitress.
Julius kept squeezing her right breast. Christy thought about pulling her dress together
to try and cover her nipple but that might just bring attention to it. Maybe the waitress
hadn't noticed it.
Dominic removed his fingers from her pussy, making a little popping sound. He
brought the dripping fingers to Christy's mouth and pushed them passed her closed lips.
Christy was shocked and disgusted but everyone was watching her so she started sucking. After
a moment Dominic pulled them out and reached for the pen. As Julius continued massaging
Christy's right breast, Dominic signed the bill and, smiling, handed it to the waitress. She
rolled her eyes again and, shaking her head, walked away.
Julius slowly slid his down off Christy's breast, over her belly and to the next button,
just above her pubic hair. He easily popped it open. Leaning in close, he whispered in her
ear, "You have the hottest body I have ever seen, baby."
He moved his hand back up, spreading the top of her dress apart, completely uncovering
her breasts. His fingers pushed the fabric back, tucking it under her arms. He leaned down
and flicked his tongue across her taut nipple. Christy moaned again. Her discomfort at being
so exposed in public and at being felt up by two strange black men, was overwhelmed by the
wild physical stimulation. She could feel an orgasm start to build deep within her.
Dragging his hand back across her belly, Julius traced the edge of Christy's dress until
he reached the sixth button. Grasping it, he flipped it open, as he slowly chewed on he lower
ear lobe. His fingers kept moving down the edge of the fabric to the last button, the only
thing left holding her dress together. The hem was stretched tightly across her spread thighs.
Julius unfastened that last button, her hem snapping wide open. Julius slowly rubbed the
top of Christy's thigh, moving his hand towards her pussy. He sat bolt up when he felt
Dominic's hand already there.
"Hey mon! When did you go there?" he asked, startled and indignant.
They both sat back, admiring Christy's exposed body. She was breathing rapidly, her
breasts heaving up and down. She wanted to cover up but was afraid that would send the
wrong message and they would just leave, going back to their room. She had to give the
agents a little more time.
"It's time to go back to our suite," said Dominic, standing. He reached down and
grabbed her hand, trying to pull her up. Christy resisted.
"Can't we stay? We could . . . have another drink?" she asked desperately.
Dominic just laughed and said, "No, baby. You don't need anymore. If we don't go
back to our room now, I'm going to explode."
Julius nodded in agreement as he stood, too. Dominic easily pulled her out her seat.
The right strap fell off Christy's shoulder, almost taking the rest of the dress with it. As
she looked it around it seemed that everyone's eyes were glued to her naked tits and bush.
Christy pulled the strap up but Julius grabbed her hand before she could try and close
the dress. She glanced over at the men at the table who had been watching them and they all
raised their glasses to her. As the black men led her out of the bar, they passed the
waitress who just shook her head and smirked. Christy's dress dangled loosely at her sides,
the front of her body completely revealed.
The three of them walked out of the dark bar and through the well lit lobby. Fortunately
there weren't too many people there. An older man in front of them gasped when he saw
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could tell it wasn't her first time. Hes been fucking me for months she hissed as she
looked over at me with glazed over eyes. I needed to be fucked by a real man since youd
turned into such a sissy. She locked her legs around him and they fucked hard for what
seemed like hours. When he was ready to cum, he pulled out and got over her face and
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her arm. His voice was soft and gentle yet had a certain strength which said that he wasn't
going to accept no. He also seemed to have some kind of accent, though she couldn't place it.
"Or are you meeting your husband here?" he asked.
"No, I'm not married," she lied, smiling back at him.
"Well then, sit," he said, putting his hand back on her arm and pulling her down into
the chair next to him. Christy was getting nervous but she forced a giggle. The waitress
came over and the man ordered two Tequila Sunrises for them.
"My name is Dominic," the black man said as he slid an arm around her back. Christy
squirmed in her seat, feeling very uncomfortable. What was she doing here? This man was a
criminal. "What is your name, baby?"
"Christy," she replied, forgetting the fake name she had prepared.
"That is a beautiful name. Perfect for such a beautiful girl."
"Th - thank you," she stammered.
Their drinks came, much to Christy's relief. She quickly gulped half of it down.
Dominic laughed and took a swig of his own drink. His arm tightened around Christy's shoulder.
His other hand let go of his drink and fell down to her bare knee. Christy squealed and
swallowed the rest of her drink. She looked down and thought how odd it seemed, his
dark skin against her pale flesh. He began swirling his hand around her knee. Christy shivered.
She was enjoying being touched. It was the first time in a month that anyone had touched
her. A brief pang of guilt washed over her, taking enjoyment from the touch of someone other
than her husband. But she was doing this for the FBI, she reasoned. Or at least, for a couple
of suspended FBI agents. Or rather, soon to be re-instated FBI agents. Hopefully soon to be
re-instated agents.
"Hey, mon, what's this pretty little fish you caught?" Christy was startled out of her
reverie by the deep voice of another black man. She looked up at the guy who had just walked
up to their table. It was the man from the other picture!
"Hey, Julius. This is Christy," Dominic said as the newcomer sat down on her other
side.
"Well hello, baby. You are quite a sexy little dish, aren't you." Julius had an even
stronger accent than Dominic. It was maybe . . . Caribbean? Christy didn't know enough about
that kind of thing to be sure. She could see the lust in his eyes though as he looked her up
and down. His gaze paused on her large breasts, squeezed tightly into her snug black dress.
"Oh, this is some fine little number you wearin', baby," said Julius as his hand reached
out and touched the fabric over her waist, just below her right breast. His fingers slid
across her belly. "You is one sexy lady."
Christy blushed at his touch. She couldn't say anything.
"You know, Julius, a woman this sexy must have some hot red underwear on," said Dominic.
"No way, mon. A girl this fine is going to wear some sexy black panties," replied Julies.
"I'll be you a hundred dollars that she's wearing red, my brother."
"You on, mon!"
"Ok, Christy," started Dominic, "you heard our bet. You have to show us your panties."
"Couldn't . . . couldn't I just tell you?" she asked, in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, baby, but by now you must really be in deep love with one of us and you
might just say that man's color to try and win his favor. You are going to have to show us."
"Well . . . ok," she meekly replied. Christy grasped the hem of her dress and started
to pull it up her thighs when Dominic grabbed her hand.
"No, baby. The light's not good enough in here for us to be able to really see. Take
your panties off and put them on the table."
"What?" He couldn't be serious, she thought. Both men sat and stared expectantly at
her. If she didn't play along they might just get bored and go back to their room, Christy
feared. Jenkins and Smith hadn't given her the sign that they were finished yet, so she
had to go through with it.
Christy stood up, her legs a little shaky from the drinking so fast. She reached her
hands under her dress and grabbed the bottom of her panties. She quickly 
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John lives with us. I know that besides the money she makes dancing, John pimps her out
to black guys. They have had wild sex parties at our house where my wife takes on 6 to
24 black guys, taking them in all of her holes over and over as she makes me watch and
service the black guys as they take turns with her. Last month one black guy named Jeff,
with a huge thick cock started fucking me. Now a lot of the guys fuck me. My wife now
looks like a total slut and her huge boobs make her noticeable whenever we go out. She
recently had nipple rings put in her nipples and five rings put in her pussy lips. Last
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tongue as far as she could. Julius' jewels began emptying first, spewing thick strands of
white semen over Christy's nose, cheek, forehead and fluttering eyelids. At the sight of his
partner cumming, Dominic began shooting, too. His first heavy blast filled Christy's
mouth. She swirled the cum around with her tongue before drinking it down. The men both
groaned as they dumped their loads all over her face. Whatever she could catch with her
tongue she took into her mouth and swallowed. Their thick salty cream felt so good sliding
down her throat. Soon her face was completely covered in black man's seed. The warm goo
covering her face felt refreshing, like a mud pack, cleansing and healing her skin.
When they finally stopped cumming, Christy lifted her head up and began lapping the
sticky glaze off their cockheads. After a few minutes of her tongue bath their cocks were
shiny clean. The men looked down at her cum covered face and smiled.
"You one hot, sexy, white slut," said Julius. "You going to spend the night with us,
yeah?"
Christy stood up and saw a man by the door waving at her. It was Agent Jenkins! He
disappeared inside.
"Well, fellas, that was fun. Thanks," Christy said, as she ran back to the door leading
to the lobby, her naked body bouncing freely, cum flying off her face in thick gobs. She
entered the well lit hallway, two couples there letting our shrieks and gasps at the site
of her naked body and cum drenched face. Christy smiled at them and ran into the lobby. The
man checking in there saw her and dropped his bag. The clerk at the reception desk noticed
nothing. Christy ran out the front door, back out into the cool night. She bumped into a
family carrying several pieces of luggage into the hotel. The mother quickly slapped her
hand over her kids eyes. The father stared agape, a big smile crossing his face.
Christy ran through the parking lot and over to the agents' car. Jenkins and Smith were
waiting inside. They had her dress but she had left her shoes back at the pool. She slid
into the back seat, still naked. The agents were staring over the back of the front seat at
her heaving breasts and cum covered face. Jenkins handed her dress back to her and, without
thinking, Christy began to wipe her face with it. After a few moments, she realized what
she had done.
"Oops," she said. "Well, it wasn't really mine, anyway." She tossed the dress out of
the window. "It wasn't like I was ever going to wear that again." A blob of cum dropped off
her hair and onto her cheek. She scraped it up with her finger and licked the goo off.
The men continued to stare rabidly at her naked body. After an awkward minute she
coughed, bringing them back to attention. They quickly turned around and started up the
car.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" she eventually asked.
"Well, we found their airline tickets and a black book with some phone numbers which
we copied down," explained Smith. "We won't really know how good any of it is until we
check it out." After a pause, Smith continued, "We . . . ah . . . we're didn't really
things were going to go so far for you. We just wanted you to stall the guys in the bar."
"I know. I'm not really sure how that happened."
"We're sorry about that."
"Oh, it doesn't matter."
"But we really didn't mean for that to happen."
"Hey, it's ok." It was better than ok, thought Christy.
Soon the car pulled into her driveway. The house was dark.
"Thanks," said Christy.
"No, thank you," the agents said simultaneously.
Christy got out of the car and walked slowly across the lawn to the front door. She
enjoyed feeling so naughty, so powerful, walking around naked in front of her own house.
The agents waited until she got inside, watching her closely to make sure everything was ok.
Christy turned at the door and waved, causing her breast to jiggle. The men smiled and drove
off.
Christy wondered if they would get their job backs. She hoped she had helped them
tonight. She also hoped they would have another assignment for her soon. It was really
satisfying to fulfill her Civic Duty. 
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pulled her along faster.
Christy had to think fast. As they neared the rear exit she saw a sign pointing
to the hotel's pool.
"Let's go for a swim," she suggested, with a laugh.
"No, no. We going to do something a lot better than that, baby," said Dominic.
Christy squirmed free from their gasp and started to run for the exit door. Wanting
to make sure they followed her, Christy let her dress fall off her shoulders. Now she was
totally naked, except for her black high heels. She paused in the doorway and looked back.
The men had stopped where her dress had fallen, looks of shock on their faces. She winked
at them over her shoulder and put one hand one her bare ass. She waved with her other hand
for them to follow her. She then ran to the back courtyard, towards the pool. The men
jogged after her.
The pool was freeform and had underwater lights. Grass surrounded the pool and a wood
fence surrounded that. Some full length lounge chairs were scattered around. The fence
was covered with thick bushes and some maple trees, providing some cover from all of the
hotel room windows that looked down on the pool. Several of the rooms were lit. The pool area
itself was bathed in warm, dim lighting. Fortunately there was no one around.
Christy kicked off her shoes as she ran straight for the pool. She dived in head first,
submerging her naked body in the heated water. Julius and Dominic stopped a few feet from the
edge and looked at each other, not sure what to do next. They watched with growing excitement
as Christy slowly emerged from the pool, walking up the built-in steps in the corner nearest
them. The water cascaded down her body in little rivulets, glistening over her pink flesh.
Christy walked over to them, resolved to do whatever she had to do to keep these two men
from going back to their room until she received the all-clear signal.
The men's faces broke into broad grins as Christy neared them, her sexy naked body
seductively slinking closer and closer. She smiled back at them, her hair sleeked straight
back from the water. She stopped right in front of them and reached out her hands towards
their crotches. Christy cooed as her fingers ran over the thick bulges in their pants. She
licked her lips. Perhaps if she sucked them off, she thought, she could keep them here. She
had done that once before, just last month, and it wasn't really as bad as she thought it
would be.
Christy, taking a deep breath to steel herself for what she was about to do, knelt
down on the grass before the two black men. She reached up, grasped their zippers and with a
tug, pulled them down. She put both her hands in the open holes and fished around, squirming
her fingers about to try and get them around the large semi-hard cocks in there. Their flesh
was warm and seemed to pulse under her fingers. She felt their cocks growing harder. Getting
a firm grip around their dicks, she pulled them out. It was a bit of a struggle, since they
were already so large. Her eyes popped when she saw just how huge the dicks were. They were
both as black as night. They were also uncircumcised. She had never seen one with foreskin
before. Keeping her grip tight, she slowly jerked the cocks back and forth. They quickly
stretched out, the heads emerging from their dark fleshy hood. The cocks were now rock hard.
They seemed to grow straight out of the still fastened pants. She glanced up at the men
towering over her in their brown and tan silk suits, and they looked back down at her, their
faces filled with lust. They stood elbow to elbow as she knelt before them, eye-level with
their crotches.
Christy jerked their cocks for a few more moments, trying to build up the courage to
proceed. Closing her eyes, she stuck out her tongue and leaned forward. She felt a hard
cockhead press against her tongue. She brought the two cocks together so that both heads
were