The strip club got very few black patrons for some reason. Even though we played a variety of music, including soul and rap, the black men just did not frequent our club. I felt that we really needed to reach out to the black community. After all, if we could get them coming in, that could possibly double our profit margin. In honor of Black History Month, and as bait to get the black men in, I decided to offer No Cover Charge plus 2 Free Drinks to all black men each Saturday for the month of February. We even advertised the special on the local Hip Hop radio station.
The first Saturday rolls around and I immediately see that our advertising had worked. The club was packed! For once, I noticed a very diverse crowd. I was proud that my first advertising campaign had been a success. There was such a crowd in fact, there were not enough girls to go go around. I decided to pitch in and hit the dance floor. After my first dance, I was beckoned over to a table that four young black men were seated at. Each wanted to buy a lap dance. It had been a few weeks since I had worked the floor, but I hadn’t lost my touch. I straddled the first man to start his dance. I could feel his manhood through his pants. I had heard the stories about black men being hung, but never had the opportunity to find out if it were true. If this man were typical of most black men, the stories were absolutely true. Before I could even start the second man’s dance, my pussy was aching. I suggested to them that we take this party into private, and we all moved to my office.
As soon as we entered, I dropped to my knees and pulled out the first man’s cock. It had to be at least 10 inches long! I was drooling with lust. The other three men followed suit and dropped their pants. Each one of these sexy men had cocks that had to measure in the double digits. I was in heaven! It wasn’t long before I was filled to capacity between these massive cocks. I had managed to take all of 4 huge cocks. I had one in my pussy, another stretching the hell out of my ass, one shoved down my throat making me gag, and one sandwiched between my tits. The drool from my gagging was giving tit man plenty of lubrication. I could do nothing but hang on for dear life as these men used my body in every way possible. These men fucked me this way for over 2 hours. Each had cum at least 3 times and they kept getting it back up to take another hole. I had been having small multiple orgasms from the moment the first one entered me. They called me all kinds of names from a white trash whore to a cum dumpster and the more they degraded me, the hotter I got, until I finally exploded in a mind blowing orgasm that left mt knees so weak I was unable to stand.
As they gathered their things to leave, they told me they would be back for the White Whore – Black History Month Special next week and they would bring more friends. My pussy and ass are trembling in anticipation. I do believe word of mouth is the best advertisement and something tells me we will have plenty of black clientele in the future.
For Mardi Gras can you imagine what I did? I wasn’t just flashing my tits for beads like the other sluts, I wanted to see how far my naughty and dirty actions could take me. I didn’t want just silly beads, I wanted to see what else I could get and just have a lot of fun…I went to where I knew the dirtiest man could be found – an owner of a pizza shop. I knew I could get a whole meal and a place to stay for my trip as we had some fun together. I wasn’t wrong either! He was down to get dirty with me – right in his kitchen. I probably would advise not to eat that food considering all the piss and shit that was being pushed out all over each other – not to mention is hot load that he finished all over my face. Mmm, it was quite the dirty and naughty time with him. Just fucking like crazy and giving each other the hot loads we both needed and craved. It was so hot, and it was worth all the stuff I got out of it!
