Claire left the two men for a few minutes while she went to the bathroom. When she returned both men stopped talking and looked at her. It was obvious that they had been talking about her. Jerome smiled at her and then apologised.

“I’m sorry,” he told her. “I didn’t realize that you two were not dating. I thought that you were an item.”

She laughed. “I’m married,” she told him. “This was just a lunch engagement.”

Jerome laughed. “I think Karl was hoping that you would be on the menu!”

They all laughed.

Claire looked at Jerome. She was warming to him. He had a gentlemanly charm about him as well as a good sense of humour. But she was in no doubt that he would have her out of her knickers in a flash given half a chance. It made her decide that it was time to leave and go home.

“Well, I had better be heading back home,” she said to Karl.

She could see the disappointment in both men’s eyes.

“Please don’t leave on my account,” Jerome said.

“N... no, everything is fine,” she told him. “I have to get back. Neil’s away for the night so I need to get home.”

Claire realised immediately that she shouldn’t have told them that Neil was away.

“Then there’s no rush then?” Jerome said.

“I... I”

“It’s okay Claire,” Karl cut in. “I’ll take you back.”

Claire was pleased with his intervention. Jerome seemed a nice enough guy but she wouldn’t trust him on his own. He walked across to where she was standing and took her hand. “Please accept my apologies,” he told her as he lifted her hand to his lips for the second time. “I hope I haven’t driven you away.”

Claire smiled as he kissed it. Jerome had charm; that was for sure. “It’s okay,” she told him. “I do have things to do. We have a stock take coming up soon and I have some preparation work to do.”

She had lied. Though there was a stock take soon she had already done most of the preparation work. No, Claire knew that she had to get out. These men were dangerous. Not that they would do her any harm. They were nice men; but they were sexual predators and a danger to women like herself. They would have her naked and in bed faster than she could say ‘lingerie’ given half a chance. Claire had no intention of giving them that half chance.

“Maybe I should give you a few minutes to show Karl how that lingerie he bought looks on you?” Jerome told her with a beaming smile.

She was shocked. Karl had obviously told him. She felt nervous once again. And yet, there was exciting about having two men sexually interested in her. She could feel that dampness in her knickers again. Karl sat still a few feet away saying nothing but Jerome was standing very close by. “You don’t know the power you have, do you Claire?” Jerome told her. “Nuclear power is nothing when compared with pussy power.”

She had to smile. She was the one who felt afraid but she was actually the most powerful person there. Suddenly Jerome’s hand alighted on her shoulder. She hesitated for a moment and it was all that he needed. His lips pressed against hers and suddenly she felt his hand at the back of her neck and eager fingers seeking out the zipper. His lips were warm and soft. She hesitated again and suddenly his fingers began to tug her zipper down.

She should have stopped him. She should have pushed him away but she just felt paralysed. Her arms wouldn’t move; they felt heavy and stiff. Her legs also seemed glued to the spot. It was only when the material of her dress brushed against them as it fell to the floor that she noticed the feeling in them had returned. In the corner of her eye she saw Karl moving towards her and then Jerome stepped back.

The men were looking at her now; eyes wide open and filled with lust and bulges in the front of their slacks. She knew that there was turning back now. There was no escape. Jerome reached for her first. His fingers alighted on the mauve lace at the top of the Basque cups that encased her breasts. “You look very beautiful Claire,” he said quietly.

She went to turn away but his hand rested on her shoulder again and his lips met hers. His hands stayed on her shoulders but there was another hand reaching between her thighs and its fingers were pushing against her sex. They ran down the length of the furrow between her pussy lips, pressing the material of her panties into her. Inexplicably, she suddenly found her own hand groping the huge bulge in Jerome’s slacks. He groaned so loudly that it sounded almost like a roar. The next thing she knew, she had been swept up in his arms and he was carrying her out of the room.

She clung tightly to him as he carried her up the stairs. Karl was following. His glare was wild and his erection pressed against the restraining material of his slacks. Suddenly she began to panic. Silently but controlled, she began to panic inside. She was going to get fucked. The two men were going to fuck her. Jerome was carrying her up to the bedroom and in a few moments she was going to be laid on the bed and fucked by them both.

Claire had never done anything like this in her life before. She had been made love to before. Men had carried her up to bed in the past; laid her down and stripped her. They had been boyfriends though, as well as her husband. The men taking her to bed now were, more or less, strangers and they weren’t going to make love to her.

They were going to fuck her. They were going to use her for their sexual pleasure. Claire began to panic. This was a whole new experience for her.

Jerome carried her into a large bedroom with a large double bed and laid her down gently. He then stepped back next to Karl and began to unbuckle his slacks. The men stood there side by side and stripped naked. As they stepped forward she began to tremble. They both had huge erections and she knew that she was about to feel them inside her.

“I... I... ,” she tried to say. “Please be gentle.”

It was all she could say as Jerome climbed on to the bed to the right of her. Karl alighted on the bed to her left and leant over and kissed her. “It’s okay Claire,” he told her. “We will be.”

She felt a reassurance even as Jerome’s hands reached for the waistband of her panties. She lifted her hips, the way that all women do when the man in their life reaches to remove the last obstacle to receiving sexual pleasure. She had always been so shy on that first time. The man may well have touched her beforehand and knew her intimate place well through the touch of his fingers but it was always different when they saw her nakedness for the first time. Claire lifted her hips and looked at their eyes as her panties were pulled over her thighs.

The look of lust was strong but even more frightening was the way their cocks twitched. It was almost as if their erections had grown an extra inch as they saw her opening for the first time. Almost in unison, each man took hold of an ankle as her panties were pulled off and tossed onto the bedroom floor. They weren’t just holding her legs up; they were holding them wide apart.

She lay back and looked up at them. They seemed to spend ages just staring at her opening; taking in her vulva’s moist pink lips and the petals of her inner labia. Then their free hands started to move down the inside of her legs to her inner thighs. They had seen and now they wanted to touch. Claire was surprised at their gentleness; reassured at their softness. Some men had been rough in the past but these were soft and gentle as they touched and explored. When they each pushed a finger inside her Claire felt a flood of wetness trickle down to her anus.

Claire hadn’t realised just how sexually excited she had become but the men had. She saw them look at each other with a knowing smile and then nod to one another. Both men withdrew their very wet fingers and reached out to her lips. She could smell her own sex; she could taste her own sex as they entered her mouth. She had never done anything like that before.

They pulled their hands away and then Karl leaned over and kissed her. “We’re going to fuck you now Claire,” he told her just as she felt Jerome’s head between her thighs.

She cried out as his tongue touched her sex. “Yesssss,” she screamed.

“You want fucking don’t you Claire?” Karl said as took hold of her wrists and pressed them into the pillows.

Claire screamed out. Jerome’s tongue was probing her vagina and Karl was holding her down. They were taking her.

“Fuck me!” she cried out.

Karl kissed her again as he held her down. “You want some black cock don’t you Claire?” he said to her.

“Yes, yes ,” she screamed.

“You had better be on the pill Claire,” said a voice from the bottom of the bed. “We ain’t using condoms.”

“Fuck me. Just fuck me,” she cried out.

Jerome was already readying himself. Lifting her feet into the air he rested her ankles on his shoulders. Claire looked down. He was holding his erection. He was holding his huge cock and guiding it to her opening. She gasped as its huge bulbous head touched her outer labia lips. She felt it. She felt its heat. She felt its power.

She felt it enter her. She felt it slowly pushing past her pussy lips. She felt its hardness and she felt its thickness. It was stretching her love channel. She had never had anything so big inside her and she trembled as she sighed. Jerome stopped and held himself back, allowing her time to get used to his thickness, and then slowly proceeded again. It seemed to take ages getting its full length inside her.

He held himself still and leaned down and kissed her. “Okay?” he asked.

Claire nodded. Jerome pulled back and then slowly pushed forward again. Claire gasped again as she felt its full length and girth move inside her but Jerome continued to move back and forth, gradually picking up momentum. Suddenly the realisation hit her that she was getting fucked. A stranger was fucking her. A stranger with a cock bigger and thicker than anything she had ever seen or known before was fucking her. The excitement suddenly took over and she began to feel sensations she had never known before. It was then that she realised that she was on the verge of having an orgasm. Not just any orgasm but her very first orgasm from a cock.

“Harder, harder,” she screamed out. “Fuck me. Fuck me... I’m cumming”

Jerome duly obliged her. Slipping his hands under her bottom he pulled her tighter against him and began to thrust hard and deep. It was no longer a slow and gentle pace as he penetrated her now. Claire was getting the full force and vigour of a black male’s fucking.

Disclaimer: All characters and events in the story are fictitious and any resemblance to real people and events are purely coincidental.