The drive to the Ranch House Motel was a blur. She looked back at the back seat and noticed her long trench coat was there. She had forgotten to take it to the dryers this morning and her mind began to race. She gulped and hopped out of the car, taking a quick look around to see if anyone was around. Sarah hopped into the back seat and took of her blouse and skirt, quickly covering herself back up with the trench coat.

She hopped back out in just her trench coat, her body cold and warm at the same time. She made her way down one of the halls, the rooms counting up from one. The doors hopped from one side of the hall to the other. Her heart thumped as the numbers hopped, one, three, two, four, five... nine. Sarah paused, room nine seemed to pop out of nowhere. She noticed the door was slightly ajar and she could slightly hear a voice inside, most likely the television. Sarah took a deep breath, closed her eyes, counted to three, turned the door knob and stepped in.

Sarah kept her eyes closed as she walked in and closed the door. She opened her eyes and gasped as she saw three black men, two on the couch, and one on the bed. They were watching basketball and turned to see her, a black haired beauty standing in their room with a trench coat on. One of the black men stood up, his muscles bulging out of his tight white t-shirt.

"Oh shit, what up girl?" He said as he stood up, his pants hanging low, his black boxers clearly visible.

"Uh, this is room 9 right?" Sarah asked as her hand slowly reached back towards the door knob.

The tall slender black man lying on the bed stood up. He was wearing low hanging baggy jeans as well with a white wifebeater.

"Shit yeah, room 9. You lookin' for entertainment?" He asked as he grabbed his crotch.

Sarah gulped as the two black men grew closer. "I uh... I may have made a mistake... my husband said to come to room 9, it's my birthday today."

Sarah turned the door knob but the other black man stood up. He was fat, his gut hanging out as he strolled forward. Sarah could tell that he was muscular under the fat, his age most likely getting the better of him. He smiled and extended a hand.

"Shit, my name's Leroy, that skinny nigga ova there is Shawn and this steroided out nigga..." Leroy pointed the muscular man in the white t-shirt.

"Man fuck you nigga, this shit is real." The muscular black man replied.

"This nigga is Denaun." Leroy continued.

"Damn girl, you fine! What you got under there?" Shawn asked as he got closer.

Leroy shoved Shawn aside. "Nigga, where yo manners? Let's get you comfortable."

Leroy grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her away from the door and towards the bed. "Let's give you your birthday presents."

Sarah's heart thumped faster as she neared the bed. Leroy pulled down his jeans and his boxers, revealing his thick cock under his gut, easily doubling the circumference of her husband. Shawn was next, showing off his long, uncircumcised cock. Finally Denaun pulled down his jeans and boxers, unveiling his rigid, heavily veined and thick bumpy cock. All three men had large balls hanging underneath their magnificent members. Sarah's hand covered her mouth as she gasped at the three large dicks pointed straight at her.