Chapter 2: The party - Jamal
As Sara and Charly walked up to the gym bro's apartment, Sara felt her heart begin to race. She was excited about the party, but also a little bit nervous. She was aware of how attractive she looked in her tight-fitting black dress, and she knew that the gym bros had been eyeing her up all day.
She took a deep breath and adjusted her cleavage one more time before turning to Charly with a seductive grin.
"Ready to party?" she asked, placing a hand on his chest.
Charly looked at her, his eyes glinting with a mix of desire and admiration.
"Oh yeah, baby!" he said, giving her ass a playful slap as they entered the apartment. The room was filled with a motley crew of laughter and shouting, the lights dimmed low and the bass thumping from the speakers. Jamal greeted them, the other four were sitting in couches around a coffee table full of empty glasses and bottles, ashtrays filled with half smoked joints, and traces of coke lines already snorted. They all cheered when seeing Sara appear at the door.
She loved the attention and the feeling of being desired, it was the same rush she used to feel at work before a big presentation. She knew that her curves and green eyes would drive the gym bros crazy and she couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of their reaction.
As they approached the table, they guys stood up, smiling and brazenly looking up and down Sara's body, and Jamal started introducing everyone.
"Soo, let me introduce you to the guys, this is my brother, Pablo," he said, grabbing Sara shoulders gently and leaning her towards Pablo who was sitting on the opposite side of the couch.
"Hi Pablo, nice to meet you" Sara said clearly seduced by the heat in Pablo's gaze.
"Yeah, very nice indeed," replied Pablo grinning.
"And this is my best friend, Bruce," Jamal continued, gesturing towards a tall, broad-shouldered man who was sitting on the couch beside Pablo. "He's the best when it comes to party planning, isn't he, Bruce?"
Bruce nodded and gave a lopsided smile, showing off his perfectly white teeth. "I'll make sure you guys have a good time," he said, his voice deep and husky.
Sara couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants and felt her pussy clench in response. She knew that Charly was standing right next to her, but she couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of being desired by another man.
Jamal moved on to introduce the next member of the group, a shorter man with a lazy smile and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"And this here is Nacho," Jamal said, ruffling the man's shaggy hair. "He's the one who keeps the party going with his stash."
Nacho grinned and winked at Sara, who couldn't help but giggle at his playful demeanor. She had always had a weakness for charming potheads.
Jamal then turned to introduce the last member of their group, a quiet and reserved man who was sitting in the corner, seemingly lost in thought.
"And this is Tyler," Jamal said, a hint of sadness in his voice. "He's been through a lot lately, so be gentle with him. We basically took this trip to cheer him up."
Tyler looked up at Sara, his eyes meeting hers for a brief moment before looking away. Sara couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something about him that drew her in, something deep and intense.
As Jamal poured them drinks, Sara couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation building in her chest. She was surrounded by five muscular and handsome men and her boyfriend, all of whom seemed to be vying for her attention. And she loved it.
She looked over at Charly, who was chatting with Bruce and Pablo, a drink in his hand and a smile on his face. Despite his earlier reservations, he seemed to be enjoying himself. Sara couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt for putting him in this situation, but she quickly pushed it aside.
She was going to enjoy herself tonight. She took a long sip from her drink to finish it and felt the heat of the alcohol spread through her body. She took a quick glance and Charly and saw he was engaged talking to a couple of the guys, then she got up and went to the kitchen to server herself another drink.
As she was absent mindedly dinking from her glass, she felt a large hand on her lower back. Startled, she turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of Jamal.
He was so close to her, she could feel the warmth off his body and smell his cologne. Her heart was pounding in her ears as she looked up at him, and he smiled down at her, his white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the kitchen.
"You look amazing tonight, Sara," he said, his voice soft and husky.
She could tell he had been drinking, but he wasn't drunk.
She swallowed hard, feeling her heart race in her chest. "Thanks, Jamal," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in closer to her, his breath warm on her cheek. "You know, I've been wanting to get you alone all night," he said, his voice low and seductive.
Sara felt a shiver run down her spine at his words.
She knew she should push him away, tell him to back off, but she couldn't. The thought of being with him, having his hands all over her body, exploring every inch of her, was too enticing. She had been curious about him since they first met, and now that he was so close to her, she couldn't resist.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
Jamal didn't need any more encouragement. He closed the distance between them, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce kiss.
Sara responded eagerly, meeting his tongue with her own as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Jamal's hands roamed her body, cupping her ass and pulling her close, grinding his erection against her hip. Sara moaned into his mouth, feeling herself grow wet at the thought of what was to come.
Jamal's fingers found the hem of her dress, pulling it up to expose her thong-clad ass. He gave a playful slap, making Sara yelp with surprise and pleasure.
The sound of their kissing and heavy breathing was punctuated by the cheers and hollers of the other gym bros and her own boyfriend from the living room next door, unaware of what was happening just a few feet away.
Jamal's hands were all over Sara, touching and feeling every inch of her body. His fingers traced the curve of her waist, slid up her back, and tangled in her long curly brown hair. Sara could feel his hard cock pressing against her, straining against the fabric of his pants. It felt huge.
She couldn't help but moan as he ground his hips against her, imagining what it would be like to have him inside her.
Jamal's hand slid up her dress, finding the wet spot that had formed in her thong. He groaned in pleasure as he felt how soaked she was, his fingers teasing her entrance through the fabric of her thong.
"You want me, don't you Sara?" he growled, his lips trailing kisses down her neck.
Sara moaned, her head falling back to give him better access to her sensitive skin.
"Yes," she breathed, her hands reaching down to tug at the hem of Jamal's shirt. "I want you, Jamal. I know it's wrong but I want you so fucking bad."
"Then let's go upstairs and you'll learn how a real men fucks." Jamal replied confidently.
Sara just had enough strength to muster three words. "Please, fuck me."
He grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs, glancing back one last time to make sure they hadn't been seen. As soon as they were out of sight, Jamal pushed Sara against the wall and crashed his lips to hers again, this time more forcefully. Sara responded with equal passion, her lips parting to allow his tongue to explore her mouth.
Jamal's hands roamed her body, grabbing and squeezing her breasts through her dress, noticing she wasn't wearing any bra.
He kissed down her neck and slowly unzipped the dress, allowing it to fall to the floor revealing her glorious body. Only clothes on her body were the lacy pink thong and black strappy heels. He wanted to feast his eyes on her flesh for as long as possible but knew they didn't have much time. He pushed her to the bed as he vigorously tore the thong off, leaving her laying naked for him to devour. He kissed her deeply, throwing her legs around his waist as he grinded his thick cock against her.
She could feel how big he was, and it made her wetter than ever. He then stood up and took out his pants, revealing a massive cock, bigger than anything she had seen before, and probably three or four times bigger than Charly. Her legs spread wide instinctively.
"Take me now, Jamal," Sara begged, her voice husky and filled with desire. He positioned himself at her entrance, teasing her with the tip of his cock. Sara writhed beneath him, trying to push herself down onto him, but Jamal held back, savoring the moment.
"Beg me again," he commanded, his voice low and seductive.
"Please, Jamal," Sara whimpered, her eyes pleading. "I need you inside me. I can't wait any longer."
Jamal finally gave in to her pleas, thrusting himself deep inside her. Sara cried out in pleasure, her nails digging into his back as he began to move. He set a punishing pace, slamming into her over and over again.
Sara screamed out in ecstasy, her voice muffled by Jamal's lips as he kissed her deeply. She could feel every inch of him, the way he filled her completely, the way he hit just the right spot inside her. It was more than she could take.
As she came, Sara clung to Jamal, her legs wrapped around his waist as she dug her nails into his back. Hearing Charly's laugh downstairs just made her orgasm bigger and more intense, knowing a stranger was stretching her pussy, the one Charly had fucked just hours before. Jamal groaned in pleasure as she tightened around him, her orgasm triggering his own. With one final thrust, he came inside her, filling her with his warmth. Sara felt the hot load inside her, soaking every inch inside.
Panting and sweaty, they lay there for a moment, enjoying the afterglow of their passion. But Sara knew they couldn't stay like that forever, or Charly would get suspicious.
She gently pushed Jamal off her, sitting up in bed as she searched for her dress. Jamal watched her, a lazy grin on his face as he admired her naked body. She found her dress and slipped it on, and then she slide her thong up, which quickly got soaked by Jamal's cum dripping from her stretched pussy.
Her heart was racing, and she felt a mix of pleasure and guilt. She had to admit to herself that she had enjoyed the encounter with Jamal, despite knowingly cheating on her boyfriend. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe something else, but the fact was that she didn't felt as bad as she though she would, and that was strangely fine. She couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration at the thought of taking control of the situation, and indulging in a revenge fantasy against Charly for neglecting her.
Jamal then spoke "Damn Sara, you are gorgeous, and I gotta admit that you fuck better than what I had anticipated. You are a damn fine piece of ass, no wonder all the guys want to fuck you." He revealed her while smiling.
"You enjoy being wanted, don't you?" jamal asked with his cocky grin.
Sara hesitated for a moment before answering. "Yes, I do. I love the attention and the feeling of being desired," she confessed, her cheeks flushing slightly.
Jamal chuckled and leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Well then, if you want, you're really going to enjoy tonight, because I'm letting the guys know that you're up to play with all of us," he said, his voice husky with desire.
"What?" Sara asked, her eyes widening, not fully registering what Jamal intended.
"Don't act naive, Sara, I know you've come here looking for real men with real cocks so you can be fucked proper, am I wrong? I'm sure you're gonna have a few more partners tonight," he continued, leering at her with a suggestive grin.
"Fuck, no, Jamal. I don't want that. I don't want anyone else touching me except Charly, this was a one time thing. I'm not that kind of girl." Sara said, shaking her head vehemently, but Sara knew this wasn't completely true. Tonight she was wearing a dress that basically screamed "fuck me", and she came willingly to a house full of males that clearly wanted to have a go at her.
Did she really expect that she'd have a clean chit at the end of the night?
Jamal's words echoed in her head, and for a moment she tried to convince herself that she could still go back to Charly, back to her reality, back to her life with him where everything was clean, perfect and 'normal'. But she knew it was too late. She wanted to indulge in this forbidden pleasure, feel desired by these strangers bodies and let loose of all the pretense she kept when around Charly.
She knew that his friend Bruce was already eyeing her greedily from across the room, and the thought of his large hands on her body, his fingers exploring every inch of her flesh, was already making her heart race.
"Well, you do you, Sara. But I know you'll enjoy it tonight" Jamal said as he got up from the bed, already fully dressed. "Now, I'm going to go out from the back to get ice, you go down now alone so Charly won't suspect that his girlfriend already has her pussy full of my cum." Jamal chuckled, gave Sara a kiss in the cheek and left the room.
She sat there for a while, her mind racing, trying to process what had just happened. She had never been with a black man before, let alone with someone as well endowed as Jamal. It had felt amazing, her body still shivering from the intense orgasm she had. She thought to herself that she wanted more of that.
She couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she went downstairs with cum still dripping from her pussy. The thought of Charly finding out that she had cheated on him with one of these guys made her heart race with a strange mixture of guilt and excitement.
She looked at her reflection in the mirror, to make sure everything looked good, and smiled at herself. Jamal was right. She was going to have fun tonight.
She then went downstairs to the living room with a new drink in her hand, sat next to Charly and gave him a kiss before getting into whatever conversation he was having with Bruce and Nacho.