Once inside the very luxurious entrance hall of the hotel, we were directed upstairs to a huge Ballroom which had table after table set out.

“Good evening, Sir, Madam”, as we were greeted at the door to the ballroom, “Your table is Table No 10, Sir.”

Dwayne then guided me over towards our table, where I was surprised to find I was the only woman at the table, as apart from Dwayne, there were 11 other Black men, who I found out were all employees of Dwayne’s.

We were poured a glass of champagne, which was refilled as soon as the glass neared empty.

As the proceedings began, Dwayne was sitting on my right with his hand on my knee, rubbing up and down my thigh through the thin material of my dress. This was making me so horny, and my nipples were now poking out through the dress as two little torpedoes and were definitely visible to everyone sitting at our table. My cunt was wet and therefore had to ensure my dress wasn’t trapped underneath me, as I would leave a definite telltale wet spot.

I gave a slight gasp, as I unexpectedly felt the hand of the man on my left touch my bare knee, and he too rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. However, due to the split in my dress on that side and how I had laid my dress so as not to sit on it, his hand had direct access to my bare cunt.

Dwayne just looked at me and smiled.

Did he know what was happening to me on the other side of him? Should I say? Maybe I’d look like a fool if he already knew.

I decided to keep quiet, but I had to bite my lips as the fingers traced their way across my bare slit.

Luckily, just then, a quick 5-minute break was advised to all. but told to be back in our seats by then.

I excused myself to Dwayne and the other man and headed off to the toilets to compose myself and touch up my makeup and my lips.

When I returned, I noticed that the person who had been on my left had moved seats, and it was now a different man from the table who was sitting to my left.

As the proceedings restarted, it wasn’t long before I felt the fingers of the new man, to my left, creep up my bare thigh, and he too soon found my bare, but now very wet cunt.

This continued during the proceedings, a short break resulted in a different man at the table sitting on my left, but with the same result. I was now desperate to Cum and was wondering how on earth I could quash my moans of pleasure if I did cum.

However, that thought was taken away from me suddenly, when Dwayne leaned in, kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear, “Don't you dare cum, you little whore Evelyn. Not until I say you can.”

Oh fuck he did know they had been fingering me during the proceedings, and now I was forbidden to cum. I wasnt sure if I’d be able comply with that order as I’d become so accustomed now to cumming so easily and hard.

I now had the sixth set of fingers in my cunt of the evening, when it was announced that they had now come to the Premier award of the Evening “Black Businessman of the Year 2025”

As they were talking about the award, the new man had two fingers deep in my cunt and was having to slide them in and out slowly, though, as my cunt was beginning to make squishing noises as he drove his fingers deep.

Eventually, it was announced, “The winner of the 2025 Black Businessman of the Year is............................”

The announcer paused to cause an effect of anticipation before finally announcing,

“DWAYNE MITCHELL”

It didn’t register with me at first as I didn’t recognise or know the surname. But as Dwayne now stood up, the fingers left my cunt, and everyone at our table stood up and clapped furiously as Dwayne walked away from the Table towards the stage.

It was only then that I realised that it was my date, Dwayne, who had won, and I went to stand up and clap also, but instead I had to put my hand on the back of the chair to steady myself.

The man who had just been fingering my cunt held me up so that I could clap Dwayne’s achievement. As the cheers and clapping began to stop, the man whispered into my ear, “Ohh, it's definitely going to be a wonderful after-party now that we have Dwanye’s achievement to celebrate with you,” smiling at me.

When Dwayne finally arrived back at our table, I stood up and kissed him, congratulating him on his award, telling him, “I never expected my date tonight to be with a celebrity.”

He ordered Champagne for our table, which we drank in abundance.

During these celebrations, the other five men took their turn at my left hand side, all fingering my now sodding wet, needy cunt. God, I so wanted Dwayne to fuck me. Although he hadn’t even touched me, as the others had yet.

As the final man was fingering me and the noise in the hall from the celebrations was now so loud, Dwayne whispered in my ear once more, “Cum, little whore, cum now”, ordering me sternly but in a whisper.

I was so relieved to hear those words, as I knew I probably couldn't have stopped myself from cumming for much longer had this gone on. The man on my left was ramming three fingers in my cunt now, my juices definitely squishing around them in my cunt.

Dwayne kept whispering in my ear, “I hope the boys have managed to stretch that pretty little cunt of yours, Evelyn, as it will be easier for you at the after party. Cum whore, Cum now,” he commanded me once again.

I felt my whole body tighten, quiver and shake as I cum, biting my bottom lip painfully, trying to stifle the loud moans of pleasure that I really did want to scream out with.

My cunt was squirting juices ferociously onto the carpet below our table and over the man's hand.

Dwayne kissed me hard, his teeth biting on my bottom lip, drawing blood as he bit me so tightly and hard, stopping me from screaming out. I just kept squirting small jets of juice as I was having multiple orgasms.

As I began to relax after all the orgasms I’d had, Dwayne broke his kisses, wiped my lips of blood with his napkin, saying, “Ohh, your Master did say you were the best whore he’s ever had. I think he just may be right” Then he added, “I’m sure we will find out for real at the after party”

At that, Dwayne signalled to the others that it was time to go.

I was surprised and slightly shocked when not only did everyone at our table get up to leave, but the table which was behind me also all got up to leave with us. Another table of twelve black men.

It was only then that I had a thought that maybe I was to be the entertainment at the after-party.

As we travelled from the Hotel in the Limo, Dwayne looked at me, “I hope you enjoyed the preliminary, Evelyn, you did seem to enjoy the orgasms it produced from you, by the amount of juices you squirted”

What could I say, I couldn’t really lie, as he said, the evidence of the effect all the fingers fucking my cunt under the table had during the event, was evident due to such a large wet spot on the carpet under our table.

“Yes, I loved it”, I finally just said

“Well, I hope you will be as good a little dirty whore for the rest of the night too”

Dwayne then paused a bit before saying, “Can I ask you something, Evelyn?”

I looked at him, wondering what it was he wanted to ask “Yes, of course, ask anything, Dwayne”

“What does your husband think when he’s watching you fuck all those other cocks, Does it turn him on ?”

“Well”,..... then pausing, “He’s never seen me being fucked yet”, I told him.

“Really never!! He doesn’t know you're a whore?”

Stumbling with what to say and how to best put it, eventually replied, “Yes, he knows I’m now a whore for Sir, and he does want to see me being fucked, as yes, I think it does turn him on. Sir has spoken to Dave, my husband, about it and has made arrangements that he will get to enjoy watching me being fucked by others soon”

“Oh Okay and what about you? Do you ever wish you weren’t such a whore. I’m sorry for being blunt and asking Evelyn, but I am just curious, as I couldn’t believe it when I first set eyes on you, in the penthouse suite, that you were the whore your Sir had told me about, as you are such a beautiful, sexy, gorgeous woman, Evelyn.”

“At first, Dwayne, I couldn’t believe what I’d got myself into, I couldn’t stop myself enjoying the pleasures Sir was giving me, and I began to realise that I really had hidden this sexual side of me away for all these years. It was like Sir had opened a huge dam within my mind and body, and all these sexual urges that I’d kept repressed had come to the fore. I came to realise that whilst I loved my husband, he wasn’t really adventurous and hadn’t been much of a lover to me. If that makes sense,” I said to him.

“Yes, I think I can understand that”, Dwayne said before continuing, “I did wonder after I picked you up, but then when I saw the pleasure you got from being finger fucked by everyone at my table and then further realised just how submissive you were when I told you not to cum. I’m sorry, Evelyn, but then I really did see you as the whore Sir had told me about. I hope that doesn’t feel like I’m demeaning you, Evelyn, as I’m really not”

“No, Dwayne its not, actually. I feel proud that you felt I’ve been a good little slut, and I’m sure Sir will be proud of me too, as I love to know I’ve pleased him.”

Just then, the car drove through Electric gates up a long driveway, into what appeared to be a huge Mansion.

“Well, that’s us here, Evelyn, ready for the after party?” Dwayne now asked me.

Smiling at Dwayne, “As ready as I’ve ever been”, I told him as the driver took my hand as he helped me from the car. The split in my dress opening gave the driver a quick flash of my bare, wet cunt.

Then, taking Dwayne’s arm, we headed up the steps towards the door of the Mansion House.