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A Look Inside the Story
A dozen mattresses had been ordered and Johnny had made arrangements with the
store to have another dozen delivered should it become necessary. Electrolyte
beverages chilled in a cooler near where the first mattress had been laid out.
Two laundry hampers, one filled with clean sheets and the other ready to receive
dirtied ones stood near one wall.
James tripled checked his stopwatch and Pecker Jack played with his tally
counter despite the three hours that remained before the Queen of the Black Cock
Sluts climbed onto the mattress for the first time.
Trisha had pre-autographed two hundred
explicit photographs, signing each, “Thanks for fucking me!”
In the weeks leading up to tonight’s show, the topic of
Sex-Talk had varied little from the
event to come. If the call in volume was to be believed, there would be enough
black cock to reach from one goal line on a football field all the way down to
the opposing goal. However, Sex-Talk
was unfortunately, just talk.
Joe Sawyer served as director and producer of the show and he fretted over the
three cameras and the bank of disc duplicators so that sales of the show videos
would be available to the participants before they left. There was also a half
dozen, very big and very black security guards standing by just in case. That
had been one of Trisha’s husband Mike’s demands.
He had made other demands regarding rules and protocols and Johnny was adamant
that all of his suggestions would be honored without question. Trisha could
refuse anyone she felt uncomfortable with, each guy would gave three minutes
between knees down and knees up off her, and She would have at least ten minutes
per hour to rest.
Nikki calculated that at 3 minutes a guy, adding an extra half minutes to make a
cock change that in fifty minutes Trisha could handle as many as fourteen dicks.
If she could make the full eight hours, she’d get a hundred and fourteen. A
hundred was the magic number as far as Johnny was concerned. With just over two
hours to go, there was no doubt that everyone was pumped.