Jan's 1st Blacking In Jamaica Pt. 05

Casey was back in the mine. She was there, completely naked and alone in the dark. She wasn't afraid though; she was too excited to be afraid. Without even touching herself, it was clear how aroused she was. There was a stirring in the pitch-black ahead of her. She couldn't see anything, but she could feel another presence there with her. She didn't want to be alone; she wanted to belong. A hand, a clawed, inhuman hand, pressed through her hair and forced her down onto her knees. Casey knew what the hand belonged to, but she couldn't see it. The werewolf held her there, down before it, and a moment later, Casey felt something hot and thick pressing against her lips. Her excitement swelled at the taste of the werewolf's cock. This was why she was here; this is what she craved. The monster guided her down his length with a snarl of pleasure. Casey eagerly served it, her tongue pressing along the ribbed length. The feel of it was so wonderful; she could feel herself

The Aftermath My much needed sleep was interrupted by the sound of a knock on our hotel room door. Donning my robe, opening the door slightly, unexpectedly finding Karen's husband Rick standing there, with a very worried look on his face. "Jan, Karen is missing," he said. "I woke up and she was gone. I've checked everywhere." Remembering when I last saw Karen, I encouraged her to leave Marcus and James room with me and call it a night. Karen insisting she wanted to stay, telling me it was ok to leave her alone with five very horny black men. "No worries Jan," she said while being double penetrated by Dave and AJ. "I'm a big girl, having the time of my life." Distinctly remembering hearing Karen moaning and familiar groan as one of these men unloaded their balls into her again. I closed the door behind me and head back to my room. That was nearly two hours ago. Now with an almost frantic Rick standing there, I stepped outside of my ro