Chapter 6: Resolution
The creaking of her apartment door echoed through the modest space as Karen Lee Brown shut out the world, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She leaned against the door, her breath ragged and her heart pounding in her chest. The reality of what she had just done hit her like a ton of bricks. Nine black men, all at once, her body ache, her pussy and ass throbbing, her throat raw. She had lost control, and something inside her whispered that she had broken some unspoken rule. But the shame was quickly overshadowed by a wave of excitement, a thrill that coursed through her veins like a wildfire.
She moved slowly through her apartment to the bedroom. Pulling the curtains closed to keep out the morning sun, she stripped naked and slipped under the cool sheets on her bed. Visions of black cocks surrounding her ran through her mind as her exhausted body plunged into sleep.
She awoke 12 hours later, the sun setting out the front window of her apartment. Rolling over, she ran through memories of the night with George and his ROTC mates, smiling to herself. Her hands ran down her body, brushing her nipples and hips on their way to her vagina. Gently stroking herself, she felt the rush of emotions again.
She couldn't believe how turned on she was by her own dirtiness. She was getting off on how used and abused she had been by those big black cocks. She felt filthy and she loved it. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, her pussy still sore and aching from the night before. She could feel the residue of cum inside her, making her feel like a real slut.
She gasped as she realized she had a voicemail. Her heart raced as she grabbed her phone, her eyes scanning the screen. There were multiple messages from numbers she didn't recognize. She could only imagine what those messages contained.
Her heart raced as she pressed play on the first one, her body tingling with anticipation.
"Hey, Aussie," came George's voice, low and gruff. "Just wanted to say last night was fucking insane. You're a little freak, you know that? I've never seen anything like it. The guys and I wanted to know if you'd be up for round two next weekend."
Karen Lee's breath hitched as she listened to the message, her hand still between her legs. She could feel her pussy getting wet again, just from the sound of his voice.
She played the next message, her hand moving faster between her legs.
"Yo, Karen," said Terrell's voice, a wicked grin in his tone. "You're a fucking freak, you know that? I've never seen a white girl take cock like you. You want a taste of my black dick again? Next weekend, baby. We're all ready for round two."
She moaned, her fingers working her clit faster as she listened to the messages. Each one was filthier than the last, the men describing in detail what they wanted to do to her.
Her pussy was soaked, her clit throbbing as she listened to them. She was getting off on their words alone, her body aching for more. She played the final message, her hand working her clit feverishly.
"Hey, Karen," said a new voice, deep and husky. "This is Marcus. You don't know me, but I heard about what you did with my boys. Fuck, girl, you're a legend. I wanna taste that white pussy for myself.
The guys said you take cock like a fucking pro, but I wanna see it for myself."
Karen Lee moaned, her hand moving faster between her legs, her body on the edge of orgasm.
"Yeah, fuck yeah," she panted, her voice breathy and desperate. "I want your big black cock too, Marcus. I'm a slut for black cock! I can't wait." Her body thrilled at the words, at the through of another black cock she didn't know.
She was close now, her body trembling as she listened to the last message. Her clit was swollen and sensitive, her pussy soaked and aching for more. She needed release, she needed to cum.
She moaned, her fingers working her clit desperately.
"Fuck me," she panted, her eyes closed as she imagined the men surrounding her, their big black cocks ready and waiting. "I need your cocks. I need to feel you inside me. Please, fuck me."
Her words pushed her over the edge, and she came with a scream, her body convulsing with pleasure. She fell back against her pillows, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She could still feel the aftershocks of her orgasm, her pussy and clit still throbbing.
She got out of bed, her body still humming with desire. Her steps trembling, she went to the bathroom to splash cold water on her face. Smiling slyly at herself in the mirror, she suddenly realized how hungry she was.
Moving to the kitchen, she found leftovers in the fridge and devoured them with a glass of red wine. "I'll need my energy!" she giggled to herself.
Relaxing as she finished the bottle of wine, she watched the evening news and checked emails. Remaining nude to feel the cool air on her skin, she felt a growing energy as she flitted around the apartment. As darkness fell outside, she stepped into the shower.
Feeling clean and fresh, she left the cool cleansing water behind and grabbed a towel. Drying off, she admired herself briefly in the mirror, thinking of how to do her hair for another night out. Deciding on a wavey style, she got it set and moved to decide on an outfit.
She walked to her closet and pulled out a short, black dress. She slipped it over her head, letting it fall to her hips. It was tight and mid-thigh length, covering just enough and fitting her hips just right. She didn't bother with panties, wanting to be ready for whatever the night might bring. She put on a pair of black heels and looked at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair fell down one side of her face - the wave almost hiding her left eye, seductively. Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. She looked hot, and she loved it.
Hearing the post drop through the slot in the door, she sauntered over to grab it from the floor. Picking up the few envelopes, she flipped through them. Pulling out the one from the NC State athletic department, she sliced it open with her finger. She thought back to her interview for the tutoring position, and how she felt embarrassed for flirting so openly with the two black assistant coaches. "I guess they liked it," she smiled to herself. "I'm going to tutor the football team!" Then she purred out loud, "They said I couldn't date players, but they didn't say I couldn't fuck them all!"
Dropping the mail on the table, she grabbed her keys and phone, making sure she had everything she needed for the night. She checked and was surprised to see another message waiting. Her breath caught in her throat as she pushed the button, anxious for what it would say.
A deep sultry voice introduced itself, filling her with a warm naughty feeling. "Well hello, Miss Karen. I'm James. You have never met me, but I heard about you. Let me just say that the Kappa Alpha Psi Fraternity men have everything you want and more. Me and some of my boys will be at the Sketchy Pickle tonight and would love to meet up. We'll show you a good time. And by the way - there are 57 bruthas in the house..."
Karen Lee stood still, time swirling around her as she took in the message. Her body tingled with energy. She saw herself in the mirror, a mix of confusion and naughtiness in her eyes.
"I only had sex with white boys up to now, but now I'm a fuck slut for every black man in Raleigh!" she said out loud, startling herself.
She had never considered herself a racist or a prude, but her absolute hunger for black cock was a new phenomenon. One she wanted to explore further. The voice on the phone had been deep, resonating, and promising. She closed her eyes, imagining herself surrounded by 57 black men, eager to fuck her senseless. Her pussy clenched and her nipples hardened at the thought. She put the phone back in her bag and walked out of her apartment, her heels clicking on the linoleum floor, her heart pounding with anticipation.
The night was cool, and she had a chill run down her spine as she stepped out onto the dark street.
She hailed a cab, and soon she was on her way to the Sketchy Pickle, a popular dive bar for NC State students. She had been there a few times before, but tonight she was curious to see who else would be there.
As she stepped into the bar, the noise and heat hit her like a wall. The bouncer was tall, muscular, and had dark black skin. As he checked her i.d. a sly smile crossed his face. "Welcome, Miss Brown!"
She could hear the blaring music and the clink of glasses. She scanned the room, a mix of college students and a few slightly older. She recognized a few of them from classes but not many. Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way over to the bar.
She ordered a drink and scanned the room again, her eyes landing on a group of black men in the corner. They were laughing and joking together, their eyes wandering over her body as she approached. She could feel their gazes on her, and it sent a thrill down her spine. She felt her nipples harden under her dress, her pussy getting wet just from their attention.
One of them, a tall man with a shaved head, caught her eye and winked. He gestured for her to come over, and she felt a rush of excitement. She took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders as she walked over to them.
The men were making room for her, their eyes scanning her up and down, appreciating every curve of her body. She felt a rush of power, knowing that she had their attention and that she could have any one of them if she wanted.
"What's up, beautiful?" the tall man with the shaved head said, his voice low and smooth. "I'm James, and you are?"
"Karen," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She felt a blush creep up her cheeks, but she held his gaze, her blue eyes meeting his dark ones.
James smirked, his hand gesturing to the open seat next to him.
"First time at the Sketchy Pickle?"
Karen nodded, her breath hitching as his fingers trailed down her arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Yeah, I've been here a few times, but not recently."
"Well, you're with the right group now, doll baby," he said, his eyes flicking over her body. "We know how to show a beautiful lady a good time."
He leaned into her and his hand grabbed her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Karen gasped, her eyes widening as she looked around the group. Her pelvis tingled with fear and anticipation. The other men grinned and chuckled.
"I love that accent! Is it Australian?" one of the men asked from across the table.
"That's right," she stammered. "I came over to go to uni."
"There aren't any blacks in Australia, are there?" another asked.
"Just the Aborigines," she answered, ready to explain, but another interrupted.
"Then you probably haven't been with a bunch of black men before?" said one slyly. The others held back their chuckles.
Karen felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she recalled the past week. James' hand moved up her thigh, sliding under her dress. His fingers brushed against her bare pussy, her juices already slicking her flesh.
"Fuck, you're not wearing any panties," James whistled, his voice low and lustful.
"I'd like to see that!" another one of the men, a tall, muscular guy with a deep voice, commented.
"You didn't answer the question, baby," James demanded, his fingers pushing her dress up.
Karen's breath hitched as she felt her pussy exposed to the group. She could feel their eyes on her, their hungry stares making her even wetter.
"Nice and shaved, just like a good little slut should be," James commented, his fingers slipping between her folds. Karen gasped, her hips bucking at his touch.
"Is that what you want, Karen? You want us to fuck that little white pussy of yours?" James asked, his voice dark and commanding.
Karen nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yes...yes, please," she begged, her cheeks flushed with desire and embarrassment.
"All of us?" he continued.
"I want all of your big black cocks. Please. I'm your little white slut."
"All at once?" he grinned.
As she glanced around the table, she took in their eager lustful stares. "All at once," she gasped.
James grinned, his dark eyes piercing into her. "I thought so. You came here looking for this, didn't you? The Nupes of Kappa Alpha Psi! Ready to give you what you want."
Karen nodded, her breath hitching as James pushed two fingers inside her, making her moan. The other men watched, their cocks already hard and ready in their pants.
"Don't forget we always share with the Bruthas" one of them smiled, his eyes locked onto her pussy.
"All 57 of them?" another smirked.
"Don't forget the alumni!" a third laughed. "That makes it over 100."
"Well, well, li'l lady," James said, his voice playfully sinister. "You can get all you want. What's yo limit?" James grinned, pulling his fingers out of Karen's pussy and sucking them clean, her juices glistening on his fingers. "How many Bruthas you think you can handle?"
Karen's breath was coming in short gasps, her body on fire with desire. She licked her lips, her eyes scanning the group of men surrounding her. "I... I don't know. I've never done anything like this before."
James chuckled, his hand gripping her thigh tightly. "Well, you're lying about that - Terrell told us. You can take lot's of black cock. Like a pro! But we can help you find you limit..."
Karen Lee nervously glanced around the bar. She felt like everyone was watching her, judging her. Like she was a white slut for black men... and she was.
"Well, then." She said with a smile, her confidence returning. "An Aussie loves a challenge! And this Aussie loves big black cock! Do you think I can find enough?" Karen Lee announced boldly, her voice lilting across the table. The group of black men erupted in a mixture of cheers and laughter, their eyes gleaming with lust and desire.
James stood up, his large frame towering over the table. "Alright, brothers. Let's take our new little sister back to the house. The boys are waiting for us."
The group of men stood up, their chairs scraping loudly against the wooden floor.
They circled around Karen Lee, their hands roaming over her body, their eyes filled with lust and hunger.
"Let's go, brothers," James said, his voice commanding. "Our little Aussie friend wants a challenge."
Karen Lee was sandwiched between two of the men, their hands gripping her tightly as they led her out of the bar. She could feel the heat of their bodies through their clothes, their hard cocks pressing against her. She was giddy with excitement and nervousness, her heart pounding in her chest.
As they exited the bar, the cool night air hit her like a slap in the face. Her thighs were already slick with her juices. She felt strangely liberated by her new persona, anxious to test her limits. "I can't wait to see what happens..."