Big Black Hangover (Interracial Gangbang Erotica) E-Book

Jane Snow

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

Carrie wakes up in an unfamiliar room, completely naked and surrounded by big black men, all knocked out. She can barely remember how she got to the hotel room and soon, memories of the previous night begin to flood her. After quietly getting up to find her clothes, she stumbled upon a camera revealing the chain of events.

Before she even has a chance to step out, a black man walked out of the bathroom and says hello. Carrie is embarrassed and tries to head out but one by one, the big black men start waking up and approaching her. When she sees their massive members, she hesitates.

They remind her that she's in Las Vegas and "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas," before they toss her clothes over to her. Carrie contemplates as her eyes flick from one big black man to another. She decides she'll stay and go through this big black hangover by experiencing what she went through the night before. But as the six big black men surround her, she begins to wonder how she was able to survive the previous night...

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Big Black Hangover

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I stared up at the ceiling, a fan slowly spinning above me.  It was a mesmerizing sight and I placed my forearm on my throbbing head.  My vision was somewhat blurry and every inch of my body ached.  

As I got on my elbows, I shook my head, trying to get the cobwebs out.  I gasped as I looked down; I was completely naked on a large white bed.  Another gasp escaped my lips as I saw a naked black man lying next to me.

I silently tried to slide out of bed when my foot brushed up against something.  My feet jolted back up and I looked down to see another naked black man sleeping on the ground.  I scanned the area and noted four more black men lying around, all naked.

“What the hell...”  I whispered to myself.

I carefully got off the bed and crept away, looking for my clothes.  The windows to the room were wide open and I instinctively covered my breasts with one arm, my other hand quickly trying to hide my lower half, covering my neatly trimmed bush.  My hands fell back to my sides as I noticed I was staring out at the skies of Las Vegas, in some kind of suite.  There was no way someone would be able to see me through the window.

My purse was at a corner of the room but still couldn’t see my clothes.  I crept forward and noticed a camera next to the purse.  Curiosity got the best of me and I turned on the camera, a loud beep sounding to let me know it was turning on.  My heart skipped a beat as I looked around.  Luckily for me, they were all still sound asleep.

I began flicking through the pictures in the camera and gasped in shock.  There were photos of me in various sexual positions, each one capturing a shot of me and the black men.  The folds of my sex began to grow warm and ache as my body began to remember the pounding I took the night before.  My mind, on the other hand, took a couple minutes to recall each scene.  

Each time I flicked through a picture, I’d be more and more shocked.  I was going to get married in a week and I had come to Vegas to party with my girlfriends.  They had promised to throw me an epic bachelorette party and it seemed that, based on the p [...]