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The Zebra Lounge is a private club where dreams come true.

The right set of six lottery numbers opened many doors for Mark and Marlene. Mark was finally able to make his dream of an interracial club a reality. His goal was to supply as much big black cock to white pussies as possible. The club’s concept came from one man’s dream.

It is a meeting place where black men come to find white women to make more dreams come true. This happens each night it is open as couples meet and come together to give each a mutual dream of shared sex.

Erotica writer Long John O’Tool brings his woman friend to sample the offerings at The Zebra Lounge. Several of his dreams come true as he watches first hand all that he writes about in his steamy tales of interracial sex.

Content Warning: This story is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

This story contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity between an African American man and white women. It includes oral sex, voyeurism, cuckolding, ménage, wife sharing, exhibitionism, semen swallowing, and other practices.

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A Look Inside the Story

“So, were you afraid you were going to get gangbanged?

“No, not really… I mean I wasn’t worried about it. I guess it could have happened.” Carla’s eyes rolled around and she looked off towards a corner ceiling.

“So you would have been okay if four or five other guys had come into the stall with you? You would have let them all fuck you in there?”

Long John’s descriptive comments about what could have happened brought Carla back down off her cloud. “No, I wouldn’t have liked that. I wouldn’t have allowed that.”

Realizing that he had inadvertently pulled Carla away from her pleasurable memories, Long John whispered, “Okay, back to you and what happened. You and your friend were in the stall alone, just the two of you. You were holding his balls and kissing his dick.”

“Yes, and he was running his hands through my hair, combing it with his fingers. I love it when a guy does that.”

Worrying that his next question might put Carla off, Long John asked softly, “Did he climax with you orally?”

“No, some men can’t cum that way, ya know.”

Long John reflected on Carla’s statement, and quietly congratulated himself as being perfectly capable of shooting off a load when a woman sucked his dick. “Okay, so what happened next?”

“Well, he lifted me up and kissed me for a while, we just stood there in that stall and hugged and kissed. Then, he gently turned me around and pushed me forward so that he could come into me from behind.  I reached up and pulled my pantyhose down so they wouldn’t get torn.”

Long John glanced at Carla’s legs and realized that she was not wearing her pantyhose any longer. He didn’t think it was necessary to ask what had become of them. Either they were still lying somewhere in the men’s room or they had vanished into someone’s pocket. Either way, they were off for the remainder of the night.

Long John wasn’t quite sure what Carla meant at first when she described what happened next as a ‘nice fuck’.

 

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