I’m an African lady of 24. I went to live in Pretoria when I was 18. I come from a very Christian family – we studied the Bible and went to Church every Sunday. South Africa was a bit of a surprise, in that life was much more free and easy there, particularly among the whites. I am engaged to a very religious black man, a very good man, but he makes us pray for forgiveness every time we have sex, which has been only about five times. I was engaged once before, and did have sex a few times with that fiancé, but I’ll explain more later. Other than these two I had never had a man in my life. Well, until now.

I was shopping at the supermarket one day and was going back to my car, when I carelessly bumped a white guy of about 40 who had parked beside me, and knocked his shopping everywhere. Some things broke. I said ‘Oh my God, I’m so sorry,’ put my things in my car and began helping him pick up. I went down on my knees to do this. He was very nice about it, refused any payment, and while I was still down on my knees looking up at him he said jokingly “You look very nice down there. Don’t you think that’s the right position for a woman, particularly one from your culture?’ I didn’t realise he was joking at first, and said ‘Well, the Bible tells us the woman should be subservient and pleasing to the man.’ Then thinking about my fiancé who could be very peevish sometimes I said ‘I’m not sure if I’m always pleasing though, although I think I’m subservient.’ He said ‘Well, I think you’re very pleasing. But my friends and I could give you lessons in how to be pleasing if you like. We run a kind of course.’ ‘How much is it?’ I said. ‘Nothing – you pay whatever you want. If you’ve got no money, no problem. If you like you can have a trial session this Sunday – twelve o’clock at the xxxxxxxxx hotel.’ He mentioned a very posh hotel near the town centre.

I hesitated. My fiancé and I go to church together on Sundays and sometimes spend the day together, but I thought I could always make an excuse afterwards, and say I was visiting an aunt he doesn’t like, so I agreed. On the Sunday as I anticipated my fiancé refused to come with me to my aunt’s, so feeling a bit guilty I drove to the hotel. The white guy, I’ll call him Pete, was sitting in reception with a pretty blonde woman. “This is my friend Martin’s fiancée, Anita,’ he said. She greeted me, and got up to leave. After she’d gone he said ‘Right we’ve got a suite at the top for the course.’ We went up in the lift to the top floor. When we went in there were two other men there, one also about 40, and a younger one of about 23. He introduced the older one as Sean, and the younger one as Martin, although I was busy being impressed by the suite, and didn’t connect the name at the time with the woman from downstairs. Also he was Canadian, whereas the two older men and Anita were South African.

‘Right Cindy, let’s get down to business,’ said Pete. ‘Please strip down to your bra and panties.’ “What!’ I said ‘I don’t think I should do that.’ ‘Cindy,’ he said, shaking his head, ‘the first lesson in pleasing a man, which is what you’re here to learn, is don’t resist simple instructions. Now, you’ve been swimming in a swimming costume or bikini, haven’t you?’ ‘Yes of course.’ ‘So plenty of strangers have seen you in more or less a bra and panties. There’s no difference here and now, when you think about it.’ The others nodded encouragingly, smiling. In fact I thought logically that’s true, and not wishing to look as though I was some kind of bad student I hesitatingly took off first my jumper, then my blouse. Underneath I was wearing a very plain white bra, and I have nice breasts, about 34C. I sat down on the bed to take my high heels off, but Pete said ‘No, don’t take your shoes off. I’ll explain later.’ So I took off my skirt and my tights, showing my plain white knickers. They all walked round me. ‘Yes very nice,’ said Pete. ‘You know one of the first things a woman must do to please a man is learn to be admired. And this’ and he stroked my bottom ‘is one of the things men admire the most. They love to touch it.’ The other two also stroked it. I was in a quandary, as their touch was very pleasant, but it felt wrong – and also a bit exciting.

“Now, go into the bathroom and put these on,’ said Pete, giving me white lacy thong panties and bra. I hesitated. ‘You see, to please a man a woman must learn to make the most of herself,’ he said. ‘Look at yourself in the mirror now, then come out and look at yourself with these on.’ I took them. I was beginning to feel I was being played, but I was also beginning to get a very tight feeling in my genital area, and as I went into the bathroom I began to realise that for the first time in my life I was feeling horny. In the bathroom I put the flimsy lacy things on. The thong revealed my bottom totally, and my black skin showed through the white lace of the panty front and the bra. Luckily I had cut the hair on my triangle very short. Now I had to walk out in front of three men – and I was both frightened and excited. If these guys had wanted to r**e me they could have done it by now, but we were in a hotel after all, and actually the experience was beginning to feel like fun. I walked out. The three men had stripped down to underpants ‘So you won’t feel self-conscious,’ said Pete, and they walked round me admiringly, fondling my now virtually naked bottom. ‘Can I touch you?’ I said. ‘Of course,’ they all chorused, and I stroked Martin’s very shapely bottom, and even daringly touched the big bulge in the front of Sean’s underpants.

‘Look at the view,’ said Pete, ushering me over to the window with his hand on my bottom. I looked out for a few seconds. ‘Now, come and meet two new friends’ he said. I turned round and Martin and Sean were standing side by side with big smiles on their faces and their erect penises sticking out of their underpants. This gave me a strange moment, to do with my two fiancés. The first had an enormous cock, just like Martin’s, and when he took my virginity and on every subsequent occasion except once he ripped my vagina. This was probably the major reason we had to break up. My current fiancé has quite a small cock, and I first thought Martin’s was also small, but I soon realised it was only by comparison with Sean’s, it was definitely well bigger than my fiance’s. The excitement in my genital region was now so intense I could hardly walk, as Martin pushed me up to Sean’s cock and put my hand on it. I shook hands with it, and Sean said ‘It’s politer to greet with a kiss.’ I bent over and kissed it, and he said ‘With a bit of tongue,’ and pushed my head down a bit further so it went into my mouth. I knelt down and sucked it, then Martin said ‘Don’t forget your other new friend,’ so I shuffled on my knees to Martin’s circumcised cock and began sucking it.

‘Let me show you,’ he said, and put my hand on the shaft, and showed me how to push the foreskin back past the ring, just run my teeth back and forth over the ring, and flick my tongue over the head. I held his shapely ass with my other hand. When I was getting it right he gave a sigh of satisfaction, and said ‘Anita won’t do this for me.’ I now realised for the first time that he was the fiancé of the blonde woman I’d seen downstairs, and I thought it immoral that the first time I ever sucked a cock it belonged to someone else’s fiancé, and furthermore someone that I’d just met half an hour ago. To cover my confusion I blurted out ‘Neither will my fiancé.’ ‘What? You’ve got a fiancé?’ said Sean, and through Martin’s cock I said ‘Yes.’ ‘Cindy, you’re a naughty girl,’ he said, and came round behind me and pulled the black panties down to my knees, than slapped my bottom several times. What!? I’d never even let my fiancés see me naked, and now I was kneeling with my knickers half way down my legs, sucking an engaged guy’s cock and having my bare bottom slapped in public. He put his hands on either side of my waist, pulled me to my feet, and pulled the knickers right off. I was still bent double trying to keep hold of Martin’s cock, when he pulled my legs apart and I began to feel his big thing go into my pussy. I was really frightened of being split, but it went all the way in, with some pain but not much, and he began rhythmically banging me, lifting my feet off the ground, while I politely but not very successfully tried to keep my mouth or at least my hand on Martin’s cock.

I felt incredibly confused, as this situation seemed so far away from what I’d always thought of as permissible sex, but that big prick was making a delicious sensation grow more and more in my pussy. To cover my confusion I said ‘I hope you’re not engaged too.’ ‘No, I’m married,’ he said, and that information that should have been the final blow to stop this whole thing in its tracks actually triggered my first ever conscious orgasm, which I accompanied by kind of grunts, as he was pumping me up and down. He pumped me for a few more minutes, and I could feel an orgasm building again, but he sighed, and I could feel him spurting inside me. I don’t know if you can remember your first orgasm. I had heard of orgasms, but I didn’t think my first would come from being fucked in public from behind by a married man, while trying to suck the cock of someone’s fiancé. Martin had been a bit sidelined by this performance, and now he said urgently ‘Finish me off,’ so I knelt down again and took his cock in my mouth and hand the way he’d shown me. After a minute or two he grabbed my ears and began banging my mouth, making me choke and gag, and try to pull away, but luckily he came quickly, partly in my mouth, and partly on my nose, lips, chin and neck as I managed to pull away.

Pete came up behind me, and stroked my ass, then when I turned to face him with sperm all over me he said ‘Maybe go and clean up Cindy. Wash your little pussy out too.’ I picked up the knickers and went into the bathroom (the suite had two bedrooms, a bathroom and a lounge). I cleaned myself outside and in, put the knickers back on, and came out ready for anything, as I had not yet had that second orgasm. Pete took my hand and led me into a bedroom, where he lay on a bed, and beckoned me to join him. As I did so the two others came in and sat on the chairs in the room. Pete put my hand inside his white underpants, and I felt his erect cock – not as big as Sean’s, but again bigger then my fiancé’s. I pulled his underpants right off, and on impulse began sucking his dick. ‘Don’t tell me you’re married too,’ I said. ‘Yes, I am. But if you don’t tell her, I won’t.’ Gently but firmly he took off my bra, kissed my tits, then laid me on my stomach and pulled the knickers down past my ass and fondled my ass. Now they’d all seen everything I’ve got, which is more than either of my fiancés ever did. He rolled me on my back, pulled the knickers right off, then opened my legs and pushed my knees right back, then entered me. He lifted his body so the two others could see his cock penetrating my pussy, and that thought brought on my orgasm. He kept going rhythmically, but soon I heard him gasping, and I realised he was going to come, and as he came I managed to squeeze in yet another orgasm by screaming and clutching his prick tightly with my pussy. I also dug my nails into his back on both sides and drew blood, which made Sean say ‘You’re going to have some explaining to do, boy!’

We all went into the lounge. I was naked, and I was now enjoying the way they looked at me. They had put underpants on, and next minute there was a knock on the door. Martin opened it straight away, and a waiter came in with a room service trolley with beer, champagne and some snacks. I just managed to put a pillow over my breasts and put my free hand over my vagina, but he could see I was naked. ‘That waiter saw me naked!’ I said. ‘So what, he’s used to it,’ said Martin. ‘So have you done this with other girls?’ ‘Well, what do you think we brought you here for?’ said Pete. ‘But I’m religious. I never even realised this was going to happen.’ I protested. ‘The religious ones are the best, actually,’ said Sean. ‘So all this about the course was a setup just to get my panties off?’ ‘Listen,’ said Pete,’ how many orgasms have you had today?’ ‘Three,’ I said. ‘Well, I think you were about ready for it, don’t you?’ ‘I suppose so,’ I whispered.

I washed myself out again, and went and got the lacy clothes, but they told me to put my own plain white ones back on, so I did. We ate and drank. I found Martin very attractive so I kept playing with his cock, while he ignored me. Suddenly it grew stiff, and without a word he picked me up, carried me into one of the bedrooms, and dumped me on the bed. He jerked a pillow from under my head, and said ‘Lift your ass.’ I did, and he put it under me. ‘This is how I fuck Anita,’ he said. ‘The other two had followed, and kind of did a fantasy role play. ‘Look, Martin’s going to fuck a little religious virgin. Look – he’s pulling her little white panties down. Look she’s opening her legs.’ I did so after he’d pulled my panties off. ‘Open your legs wider, you black slut,’ he ordered, and I strained my knees apart, but he put his hands on them and pushed them flat akimbo. I suppose I should have felt insulted, but I fancied him so much I was just dying to let him fuck me. He started banging me fairly hard, which was now a bit painful, but the pleasure outweighed the pain. ‘Stroke my ass and my back,’ he ordered, which I was happy to do, as he had a very nice body. ‘That’s what Anita does,’ he said. ‘If you want to do what you do with her why are you fucking me?’ I asked ‘She’s got her period,’ he said, ‘and your black c**t’ll do fine as a cum-dump for me to get rid of this boner.’ I felt my orgasm beginning to grow despite the pain and the insults, and as it got closer I whispered in his ear ‘I’m your black slut cum-dump.’ Then I cried out as we both came together, and I could feel my c**t gripping his prick as he spurted into me.

I really wanted to hold him, but he climbed straight off, and Sean got on and stuck his big cock into me again. This was fine at first, and I had one orgasm, but I don’t know if this had anything to do with it, but I heard Martin say ‘Pound that n****r pussy,’ and very quickly afterwards I felt the intense pain of my vagina ripping. I cried out, but they thought it was from pleasure, so he actually pounded me more, and I just had to lie there in agony until I felt him coming inside me. Then I said to Pete ‘Get a towel from the bathroom, quickly,’ and said to Sean ‘Don’t pull out. You’ve ripped me and there’s going to be blood.’ They managed to get a towel under me, and I had to sit and wait until the bleeding stopped. This takes two or three weeks to heal, but my fiancé is always so guilty about sex that I’ll have no trouble keeping him at bay.

When the bleeding stopped I said ‘That’s it for today then.’ ‘Oh, don’t you believe it,’ said Martin. He took my white bra off and said ‘Come and kneel down here.’ I knelt in front of him, and he grabbed my tits, put his cock between them and began rubbing them up and down on his cock. However I didn’t have a clue what this was about, and after a while he stopped without coming. ‘How’s that bleeding?’ said Pete. ‘It’s stopped,’ I said, but I won’t be able to use that hole for two or three weeks.’ ‘No problem,’ he said. ‘Come with me.’ We went into a bedroom and I lay on the bed. ‘Now, put your ankles back behind your ears,’ he said. I said ‘You’re not going to hurt me, are you?’ ‘No, definitely not.’ I rolled my legs in the air, and he put a lot of spit on his fingers then rubbed it on my asshole. Then holding my ankles back with his shoulders he stuck his prick in my ass. A bit strange at first, but as I gradually related to it I realised i was going to come. At this point the other two came into the room. ‘Is she alright again?’ said Sean, and Pete said ‘No, I’m fucking her ass.’ ‘Let’s see,’ said Martin, and Pete pushed my legs back so they could see his prick sliding in and out of my asshole. The thought made me come, a long shuddering one, and after a few more rhythmic minutes Pete squirted up my ass.

Then that was it. We all got cleaned up and dressed, and they told me to keep the lacy underwear. I said ’Just tell me one thing. If I had not wanted to co-operate would you have r**ed me?’ They all laughed. ‘No, definitely not,’ said Sean, ‘but my wife would have got lucky tonight,’ ‘So are we going to do this again?’ I asked. ‘If you want to. But you said you needed three weeks to heal,’ said Pete. ‘But I’ll give you my number. You can consider yourself recruited.’ ‘How d’you mean?’ I said. ‘Well, you’re not the only girl we know, let’s put it that way.’ ‘That’s okay,’ I said. ‘you can be sure I’ll call you.’

So I left. And am I going to make my prayerful fiancé lay off me for the foreseeable future? You bet I am. Am I going to call them again? You bet I am. Am I going to let them see, fondle and abuse everything I’ve got? You bet I am. Am I going to suck their dicks and let them fuck me in every hole? You bet I am. Am I going to put up with the racist Martin’s comments so I can fondle his fine ass, rub his back and feel his cock spurting inside me? You bet I am.