Fed by the NFL gang-3

Eve and I retired to our room to shower and dress. She took her time, so that I joined the others while she lingered over he makeup.

“Hey, Tom, that’s a pretty little miss you’ve got. A cutie if I’ve ever seen one.” Donk glowed with admiration. “Not that I’ve ever seen many white girls up close.”

I asked whether they had dated white women.

“Naw,” said Bulldog. “I thought about it, but there weren’t any white girls where I went to college and since then I’ve been playing ball and staying at home with the wife and kids.”

The others said much the same. It squashed any idea I might have had that football players were besieged by groupies.

“We lead clean lives. We have to. No drugs, alcohol, or women. Nothing that slows down your game. Lemme tell you, football players gotta be disciplined.”

“That doesn’t mean we don’t want to try some white pussy,” added Donk. “When Jamal told how you and your wife like the company of black men, we got interested. A nice clean couple. Discreet. We couldn’t turn it down.”

“We’re pretty worked up, Tom. Hope that won’t be a problem for y’all.” Whoppie looked at me inquiringly.

“No, it shouldn’t be any problem. My wife and I are rather worked up, too. We haven’t had a black man with us for a couple of months, and that’s too long. We’ve come to like it more often than that.”

“You sure are nice people. I don’t know any white people who would think they way you do.”

Jamal spoke up. “Guys, just relax and be yourselves. Tom and Eve are experienced. What’s new is taking on a group. I’m sure the little lady can do it. She’s one amazing girl. When she comes in we’ll have a drink together and then she’ll dance for us. After that, she’s yours for night. Anything goes, as long as it gives her sexual pleasure. Right Tom?”

“Yes. Eve will let us know if she’s had enough. But I’ve never seen that happen, so I can’t predict when. Don’t be shy with her. She loves to fuck. She likes it all.”

They all smiled and nodded. “How about you, Tom?” Are you gonna do it with us?”

“I’ll be watching and helping my wife out. I know what she likes. She always takes good care of me, too.”

“Eve is one tight cunt,” said Jamal. “Take care that she’s wet before you penetrate her. Don’t want to hurt the little woman. Once she gets it on, she likes to keep going. Don’t leave her hangin there.”

“No chance of that!” They insisted Eve would not have to worry about a lack of attention. “If we can’t satisfy her, nobody can.”

“I haven’t been this horny since I was a teenager,” said Bulldog. “White pussy is gonna be sweet. I’ve got a big load to shoot.”

“Not bigger than mine,” said Donk. “I got enough for ten ladies.” They joshed for a while good naturedly. I felt comfortable with these huge men.

When Eve walked into the room, she was standing on six-inch platform heels, black patent leather, with ankle straps. The long red satin gown was wrapped tightly around her figure, showing the slim hips and firm bust peeping out in front. She trailed a feathery black boa, and her little arms were encased in black satin opera gloves almost to her bare shoulders. Her silvery blonde hair looked lovely, with little clips holding back the bangs from her face, like a little girl.

The guys whistled. Eve turned around for them to admire. I took drink orders and soon we were all chatting away, Eve in the center. Her perfume scented the air. I could see Donk’s eyes glistening, a perpetual smile on his face. I had a hard on in my pants.

The brothas talked about football, teasing one another as they became a little tipsy. Eve flirted with them all, until one of them might make a grab for her.

“Now don’t get rushed, honey. We’re all looking forward to your dance. Let me start the music.”

“Let it rip, Jamal.” Jamal cranked up the CD player and we were serenaded by the classic opening strains of “The Stripper.” Eve began her routine, only performed privately for me until then.

She was very good. Her struts had just the right bounce and she took the little mincing steps of the true burlesque queen. Weaving in front of us, she teased with the boa and briefly raised the skirt to her knee, exposing black stockings with back seams.

She took her time. I could feel the tension in the room as she played with the zipper at her back. It seemed an age before she slowly pulled it down, and even more slowly began to shimmy out of the dress. The males applauded.

“Oh yeah, baby! Show us your stuff. Take it off!”

The dress slipped to the floor, exposing Eve’s petite figure in her sexiest underwear: black pushup bra, black garter belt, and wispy thong black panties with little red stars in front. When she turned around and wiggled her cute little butt, the air cracked with sexual excitement.

Shorn of her dress, we could see Eve’s petite figure in all its glory. Slim like a young teen, with satiny thighs and breasts a bit big for her size, she exuded sensuousness. Clearly loving it, Eve gave us the full treatment. She ran her fingers over her panties, undulating to the beat.

“Take it off, baby! Pull it down and let’s see that cunt!”

Eve obliged us. Hooking the elastic of her thong, she edged it away from her mound, exposing her pubic hair. She pulled the thong down her legs and stepped out, the stiletto of her heel kicking them away. The six of us were drooling with lust.

“Am I the only one undressing here?” She batted her eyes at us.