Brian, Life as a Mormon – Interracial – A Couple Hundred Black Men

Note: The first few paragraphs repeat from the first story to set this one.

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My new bride stayed in the apartment while I went through basic training and the classes that followed. My first base was Nellis so Vegas would be nearby. We got on base married housing. She brought her car.

Things were great, but women being women, Allie started wondering about her choices. I made some friends with single guys in my unit. Allie loved to cook and would like me to bring some homesick guys around or a meal. Having horny Airmen in the house led to some lively banter. She would work them up and let them down. The general air was that she would fuck them, but didn’t. Everybody went home with a hardon from the mild cock teasing that went on. All wanted to come back.

“You love your new role, don’t you?” I asked my wife.

“New role?”

“Yeah, cock teaser!”

“Oh now, you think your little bride is a cock teaser?”

“Well, maybe you don’t mean to be, but you’re awfully good at it.”

“Really? Do you think they want to fuck me?”

She gave me a pouty, teasing look and rubbed her hand up her pussy and across her tits.

“Then maybe you need to fuck me in case one of them comes back.”

I had been fucking her every morning, sending her off to her job with a cunt load of seed. Then usually twice at night. It wasn’t like she needed fucking. Somehow with her teasing the topic of discussion I was rock hard. I know women cheat just from my own family. Hell, I fucked my Mom the weekend I married Allie.

We kind of let it simmer. The meals continued as did the teasing. Allie got to wearing looser tops and no bra. Everyone got a look at a bare tit. Then she’d fuck the hell out of me when they left.

Change always comes …

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I had an Airman in my group from North Carolina. His wife had decided to stay home with her work and friends while he was in Las Vegas. She said it would be too hot. I never met her, but the Airman was a nice kid. One Friday morning he asked for the day off. He had tears in his eyes. I got it out of him that he had opened a letter from his wife the night before.

“Dear Roland, Since you’ve been gone I’ve been fucking other guys. I’ll keep fucking around on you. One of them has a particularly large cock. I’m filing for divorce. Please don’t fight me on this.”

He handed me the letter.

“Jesus, man. I’m sorry. It’s a hard lesson. Women like fucking around. They love a new cock in them.”

“I don’t know what to do.”

He started crying in my office.

“Look. Let her divorce you. You don’t want her now that she is fucking other guys. Stick out the day and come over to the house tonight. My wife makes a mean meatloaf.” I assured him.

Fridays and weekends were usually ours, When I called Allie she seemed open to the company. We hadn’t had anyone over during the week and I think she missed the attention from her teasing.

I didn’t tell her that Roland was black. I never gave it any thought. We’d had black Airmen over before. This time it kind of struck her. Maybe one of those times the heavens aligned, so to speak.

Allie seemed a little off guard. She had changed from her office work outfit just a few minutes before Roland arrived. As been her custom she was subtly dressed to flirt and tease. Her whole expression showed approval as our black guest acted like he had suddenly forgotten about his unfaithful wife back in North Carolina.

Allie is five foot one and Roland looked six three, six four. So, there was that. They froze with their eyes all over each other. I hadn’t really noticed it on the job, but him standing there with my wife the difference in size and height was incredible. Allie wasn’t bothered by it a bit after the initial shock with her going into instant flirt mode. She had been flirty with everyone that came to the house, even the black ones.

We went to the living room where I had just set a bottle of wine, cheap wine, and three glasses on the sofa table.

“The meatloaf just went into the oven, so it will be a little while before we can eat. We can sit and talk.”

I could see a change in my wife. Flirting had gotten pretty bold in the past. This seemed a little more focused. Roland was eating it up. I could imagine a little puddle in Allie’s panties. She wiggled in my recliner while Roland and I sat on the love seat. I could look over and see Roland’s hardon pressing down is pant leg. Allie hadn’t taken her eyes off it since we had sat down.

“My husband tells me you are having a bad week.”

Shit! Why would she lead with that? I wanted a night for Roland to relax and take his mind off his wife dumping him and that was the first thing my wife brought up.

Roland didn’t have much to say. He really didn’t know much except his wife must be fucking a lot of guys. It was her idea not to come the Nellis. She said she got lonely and started dating. Married, but dating. What a novel idea.

“Sorry, Roland. Why don’t you come check on the meatloaf with me.”

I could hear them laughing in the kitchen. I leaned up to see and everything seemed alright. They just hit it off surprisingly fast. I could understand Roland dealing with his problems, but what the fuck was my wife up to?

When they came back Roland sat back down on his end of the loveseat, but what the hell? Allie sat down between us and the stood to reach for the remote. This put her ass right towards our faces and Allie seemed to angle her butt more towards our guest. And, shit! Allie’s round ass showcased her chubby little camel toe cunt. Her pants were into her slit enough to outline her married pussy. It got me hard and I couldn’t get a good look at Roland.

Allie flipped the channels between game shows and the news until she settled on a chick flick movie on a cable channel. As busty chick in a fancy car was kissing the man behind the wheel. Music played on the radio.

“Damn! That was me and Chekenta’s favorite song. We would dance to that for hours.”

“Sorry, let me change to something else.”

“No, leave it. I’m not going to let her ruin it for me.”

“I think we have that song on cassette. Dance to it with me? Brian. Get the cassette for us.”

Shit! It was one of our favorites, too. I knew right where it was. I popped it into the player and turned it up a little. They started to dance. That went in phases. It would have been something to capture on camcorder if I knew it was headed that way.

When the song ended they kept dancing. He had his hand right above her hip and she had a braless tit nudged into his chest. It was time for me to put a stop to it, but I needed to know how far my wife would go help this young black Airman feel better.

“Play it again?” Would they hear my voice?

“Sure, Honey, turn it up a little.”

They got a bit closer. She had both nipples brushing his chest. He had both hands on her waist … faces about six inches apart. A couple of repeats later Allie had an arm around his neck with their lips almost touching. Her boobs were mashed against him and he had a hand around her waist and the other roaming around on her ass.

I watched my wife in amazement, needing to know where this little Mormon cunt would take it. Next play through he was rubbing his cock into her. Allie was arching her back to give her pussy full contact.

“Oh, my God!” I thought. “She’s going to fuck him!”

This song was sure as hell going to be his favorite the rest if his life, fucking her or not. Allie had a smoldering look. Roland’s cock punched out against the front of his pants. Both were at the point of having a slow dance induced orgasm. I would not have been surprised if they tossed off their clothes and seeing Roland shove his cock in her right in front of me on the floor.

For some reason I was mellow with it … wanting to see him fuck my wife. Then the God Damned kitchen timer went off foretelling the meatloaf being done. I was frozen in my tracks, but wanted to rush to the timer and smash it to the floor. Allie on the other hand answered the woman in her and scooted over to silence the damned thing.

You could see the confusion and frustration on her face. Roland looked like he was fucking someone and she slipped off his dick and left him just as he was about to cum. Allie gave a silly grin.

“Dinner’s ready!”

Well, dinner was interesting. They kept giving each other “the look”. Then they would look at me with “How in the hell do we get this past him?” look.

My wife was locked in the mode. I had no idea about how to deny her, or stop her for that matter. If I wanted to stop her?

At the end of the meal and the dirty dishes before us Allie provide the answer to the question bouncing around in our heads.

“Honey, you can clear the table and wash the dishes or you can come and watch. I’m going to fuck him!”

Her look now was defiant, yet smug. Roland looked at me for a signal. I nodded my head. My wife took him by the hand and led him into our bedroom. Sure, loveseat, chair, table, even the floor. I think it was meanness that made her lead him to our bed.

Allie started to undress while Roland and I stood and watched. I knew she was braless to tease. I didn’t know when or where her panties had gone, or if she had them on on the first place.

“Well, guys. Am I going to be the only one naked here?”

Her eye contact never came to me, remaining on her black soon to be lover. He never took his eyes off her beauty as his clothes came off. I should have stopped them. I gave him a lot of credit for assuming it correct to fucking a superior officer’s wife in their own bed.

What should interracial foreplay be? Kissing, hugging, him eat her out, she sucking his cock, or all of those things?

None of that happened as she laid back on our bed and spread her legs for him. Her arms came out in a reaching movement to welcome him and his black cock to her loins.

I was like a lamb led to slaughter. One quick lunge and it was over. Over for me as a Lieutenant with a faithful Mormon wife. Just beginning for them as her wetness helped him slide in until only a couple of inches still remained to bury into her. He held it deep for a moment. Then they began fucking. Slowly for a few strokes before my wife turned loose on him. She had her feet planted to the bed and fucked swiftly up to his cock.

I was watching and trying to figure where all this black cock was going. Roland was was at least half again wider than me and his cock at least nine inches had me by three inches. Thinking about it, he was probably ten. Yet, as I watched Allie was with an inch of rubbing her trimmed little pussy into his kinky pubic hair.

Panic ran through me. Nine or ten inches fucking my wife, more than half again thicker than me. I thought I fit in there pretty good. She defiantly had a cunt full. As the thoughts of her having a cunt full registered I worried just how much seed his black cock was going to blast into her. Next I pictured my love, my wife suckling a black baby. The idea of her birthing a black child both scared and excited me.

But, seriously, it might have been ten minutes since his cock parted her cunt lips and started its movement inside her. Where was she putting all that cock and how did she get it in there. I was thinking she’d get him in to my depth and things would stall out. For the first time since she started fucking him she looked over at me.

“Look, Honey. I’m filled with Nigger cock! Are you mad?”

“No, I’m fine. Is it good?”

“Oh, you have no idea!”

Maybe my wife using the racial slur didn’t bother him. It jolted me, put what she was doing more into perspective Something from within her Mormon upbringing must have been in control. Roland kept fucking her. For a guy that had been away from his wife several months I was surprised he kept fucking Allie into several, sometimes massive, orgasms and didn’t cum himself. Had I gone that long without pussy I would have blown a load in her the first thirty seconds.

I pretty much got ignored after that. At the hour mark I had lost times how many times she had cum while Roland stroked into her. Sometimes they would barely be moving. There’d be some kissing and giggling and then his black ass would be a blur as he fucked into her. Allie would bounce him all over the bed as her ass would fly up against him to get all of his cock inside her.

It was time to break it up. Enough was enough. I didn’t realize at the time that after this enough was never going enough for Allie. Then Roland’s black ass started blurring again and my wife was flailing under him.

“Oh, Babe. You’re making me cum!”

“Yes, fuck me. Cum in me! Fill me with nigger seed!”

There was a lot of his cocking pumping into her. Then some grunts, groans, and animal type noises. There wasn’t any doubt she had let him cum in her sweet little cunt. Little cunt? One thing for sure, my wife no longer had a little cunt and now she was filled with his black seed.

No worries though. She was in a safe period and was on the pill. I not sure she was certain and probably didn’t care one way or the other at the time as they lay there with his big cock firmly implanted. The Allie jerked her head towards me as if she had forgotten I was there.

“Gosh, Honey. Did you like it? Roland fucking me with his big cock?”

“Apparently not as much as you!”

Roland had gotten out of her and off her. She rolled to her side facing me. There was a different look to her. Whore? Maybe … but more still my wife, just that she just watched a huge cock pull out of her. A bit of a glow like a woman well fucked. An hour fucking someone like Roland could change a woman that way.

She got up on her knees and knee walked to the edge of the bed towards me. She put her hand to her cunt while cradling her tits with the other one. The expression on her face told that she was straining down with her pussy muscles. Her tummy rippled. She pulled her hand away. Cum gushed to the sheets as her hand reached out to my face. The palm held a puddle of Roland’s black seed in it.

“It’s okay, Sweetie. You can reclaim me later. Unless you want to fuck me now. How about it Brian? Do you want to fuck your wife now?”

“I do, but I think it would better if I wait … “

Allie laughed and looked at Roland. His face wrinkled in a smirk.

“Maybe you should fuck him again. Get him out of your system.” I suggested.

“Oh, I’ll fuck him again all right! Believe me. I’ll fuck him again. Sweetheart, trust me he’s well buried in my system!”

She went into the bathroom to clean up. Roland joined her and closed the door. I didn’t know what to do next.

Fuck it! There was still meatloaf. I dragged it out of the Fridge and made myself a sandwich. Twenty minutes later Roland and my wife joined me.

“Oh, that looks good!” Allie was looking at the remains of my sandwich.

“That’s not all that looks good.” I nodded at her freshly fucked body.

Roland was in under shorts and t-shirt. Allie was wearing just panties and nothing else. The panties probably had the purpose of catching any of the sperm threatening to run out of her over fucked married cunt. It was a losing battle as the crotch was soaked from thigh to thigh.

Allie was acting silly with her new friend, giggling and laughing and talking about the size of his cock. With the meatloaf sandwiches finished Allie wanted to play.

“Roland, I could suck your cock and have you fuck me from behind right here on this table.”

He looked at me with scornful eyes.

“Do you mind, Buddy? You wife is really after it.”

“I didn’t mind you fucking her, even cumming in her, but I don’t want her sucking your cock.”

“You don’t have a lot of say in anything, Hubby. You just need to watch and enjoy!”

It was said in a sweet kind of little girl voice. Much like a teacher talking to a kindergarten kid. As long as the kid plays fair teacher will be nice.

Of course, I knew what was coming next. She got Roland to stand up. While I watched she went to her knees and pulled down his shorts. He lifted one foot at a time so she could pull them off. It’s not that Allie wouldn’t suck cock. She had done me quite often and was very, very good at it. She looked sideways at me then put her mouth over the head of it. Our black friend gave me a little victory smile as my wife pushed her lips further down his shaft.

Allie got maybe four inches of his cock into her mouth. With the thickness of it that was all she was getting in for depth. They were about two feet from me which can piss you off after just telling her I didn’t want her sucking cock. And she was doing it. They aggravating part was that the part she couldn’t get to prod the back of her throat was the length of my own. In that perspective this was a really huge cock that was delighting my wife so much.

Watching your wife suck off a black guy does have some mystery. For example, will she let him cum in her mouth or let it spray in her face or on her tits? Taking it in her mouth would be the worst, but all rules seem to be off. A good example of a good woman being overridden by the evil of taking a black cock in her cunt.

Her sucking him off became less of a turn off and more of a turn on. White wife, a black guy she just met, and her trying to get as much cock in her throat as possible. Allie would gag a little, pull away, then dive right back on it. It was giving me an uncomfortable hardon. I tried to direct it down my pant leg. It wasn’t working. Figuring they weren’t paying much attention to me I worked it out of my pants and let my cock out through the leg of my underwear.

My hand started up and down my dick as I watched my wife get even more animated sucking Roland’s big member. Thinking I was being ignored I was startled when I saw Allie stopping sucking him and looked over at me. I kept jacking away. Allie gave me a smile of approval.

“I guess you do get off seeing you wife suck a black man.”

The way she said it made me cum. Not a gusher. I managed to cum on my hand with some leaking through to my leg.

A few minutes later … “Damn, Babe! You’re gonna make me cum in your mouth!”

That kind of pissed me off. She wasn’t his “Babe”. She was mine! Or, was she?

“Don’t keep me waiting!” She mumbled the words around his dick.

Seriously? Fucking seriously? My wife was wanting him to cum in her mouth?

“Here you go you little bitch!”

Oh, yeah! That was better. Not his babe, but his little bitch. She was a little bitch as his movements showed he was emptying his nuts into her mouth. I expected her to lean over and spit it out. Instead she stayed in place and a little ran down her chin as she laughed. Scooping it back with a finger she turned towards me trying to show me her mouth full of his cum. Again, the dribble and her finger guiding it to her lips as she slurped it back inside.

Allie titled her head back and showed Roland his load.

“Fun’s over Allie. Where you going to spit it now?” I asked.

Instead she waved her hands at her face and swallowed.

“Wow! I can’t believe I did that.” She gasped for air.

Well! Me either. I think she maybe swallowed mine three times during our marriage and certainly never that much cum.

Rather than bolt for drink of something to clear the taste she bent over the table and shook her ass at our black friend.

“Come on Roland. Fuck me! I need you in me again.”

His cock hadn’t gotten all the way soft and was stiffening up again.

“Honey, you fuck me if Roland can’t get it up.”

Roland stepped behind her and shoved his mostly hard cock into her.

“Never mind, Sweetie. Roland’s got this. Oh God, Baby! Fuck me.

Baby! No! Not fucking baby! God damn it Roland had it hard and very close to all in. I had no idea there would be room for that size cock in her cunt. What the hell was she thinking while I was fucking her? And, how about next time, if she’d let there be a next time? What have I fucking done? And, next week he’ll be right there in the group with me on base. Fuck!

Two weeks later, she missed her period…

Steve’s face drained of all of its color, as Cassie told him at the breakfast table that morning that she had gotten one of the pregnancy test strips at the drug store, because she had missed her period. She had in fact bought two different kinds, and both of them indicated that she was pregnant.

They had tried the first year to get her pregnant, but nothing had ever resulted in her missing her period. Over time they had considered going to the doctor for a test to see what the problem might be, but neither of them wanted the other to feel like it was their fault, so it had been put off, and eventually forgotten.

But as Steve stared into his coffee cup, they both knew it was probably one of the black guys that had fucked her that evening when they let the white guy shoot the video of her getting her first black cock.

“I don’t know whose baby it is Steve, but I thought about this a lot last night and I’m not going to have an abortion.”

The words hung in the air, as he tried to think of something to say, but he just nodded his head and gulped down the last of the coffee, and headed out the door to go to work without telling her goodbye or even a quick kiss.

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He walked around work with a sickening feeling and was just getting ready to tell his boss that he wanted to go home, when he bumped into Ed in the hallway.

“Hey Steve, how’s it going?”

Steve was going to just ignore him and move on, when the rage burst loose and he got into Ed’s face.

“She’s fucking PREGNANT Ed! Your nigger buddies dumped so much cum in her, that she missed her period, and now she’s pregnant!”

Ed’s face lit up, as he had heard this story before from several other white husbands who had let their wives go the black route.

“Geez I’m sorry buddy, but look on the bright side… pregnancies can be expensive, but there is a real need for women who will let themselves be filmed having sex with other men. Must have something to do with guys watching a woman being fucked when her belly is starting to blossom.”

Steve was ready to hit the older man in the gut, until Ed had mentioned making another film.

“Her belly isn’t that big yet Ed.”

The older white man had heard this story already several times, from some of the other white husbands, who’s wives had become pregnant, so he knew just which buttons to press.

“Steve… get a grip man. This is the perfect setup for a series of films, which show her belly slowly growing bigger, as she fucks other men. I’m telling you man, there is a lot of money to be made with this kind of a series. The only thing is if Cassie is willing to continue with letting us film her. Tell me something, did she enjoy herself, or not?”

“Yea, she mentioned something that night about possibly doing it again some time, but I don’t know if this pregnancy thing is going to change her feelings about doing it again.”

“Well look, why don’t you take her out tonight and treat her to a big dinner, and afterwards bring her over to the club, and maybe the four of us can talk about it. I know that Jules has been asking about her, ever since that night.”

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So here the four of them sat at the same table as before, with Cassie being very quiet, while Jules tried to loosen her up with small talk.

“So I hear you enjoyed yourself the other night…”

Cassie looked down into her drink and just gave a slight nod. She had mixed feelings about being here with these two guys again, cause Steve had told her that they would like to make some more movies, and the idea excited her, but at the same time knowing that a child was growing in her belly made it seem all so wrong.

Jules dropped a hand on her knee, and she perceptively stiffened up.

“Hey Cass, lighten up hon. I know that even after you went home that night, my cock wouldn’t go down just thinking about you.”

Steve arched an eyebrow when Jules said that, but Ed shook his head no at him, to let it ride.

“Cass, tell me something, did you really enjoy what we did, or was it just the excitement of having your first black cock?”

The words sounded rude and dirty to her, but at the same time, her pussy was starting to remember the feeling of this black mans very large cock making her feel as she had never felt before.

“Cass?”

“Uhm yes, you damn well know I enjoyed it.”

Jules smiled, knowing that this petite little redhead was admitting that she liked it, and that she probably wanted more.

He moved escort ataköy his hand up a little higher on her thigh, and her legs automatically spread a little.

He moved closer to her ear and whispered so the other two couldn’t hear… “I can tell you want to do it again, but your a little shy. Why don’t you just nod your head and I will take it from there.”

Cassie took a small intake of breath, and nodded her head, all the while opening her legs wider for her black lover to have easy access to the pussy that was already starting to drool.

Jules looked over at her husband and gave him a smile and a wink.

“You know Steve, I think this pretty wife of yours would like to make some more movies, like we did the other day.”

Steve had a dry feeling in his mouth, but was relieved that Cassie must have agreed with what the black guy had whispered to her.

“Cass… did you want to do this again?”

She would not look up at her husband, but silently nodded her head, all the while wanting to scream at the top of her lungs that YES, she wanted this black man to give her some more of that wonderful weapon that he had in his trousers.

It was Ed who took over, and offered his hand to the redheads husband. “So we have a deal then. Let’s do at least one more, for the starting price of a thousand dollars, and if they sell, I’m sure the price will go up dramatically.”

The thousand dollar figure was not lost on either of them, as they both looked at each other for assurance. When Cassie nodded again, Steve grabbed Ed’s hand and they shook on it.

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It had been Ed’s idea to have the next few films done at his house instead of at the motel. His reasoning being, that he was going to show things in the films that would indicate the date on a calendar, so that different modes of progression of her pregnancy could be shown.

As the video equipment was being setup, Cassie was nursing her drink, as she didn’t want to be as drugged like the first time she had agreed to do this.

Jules on the other hand, had already taken his Viagra pill, and was trying not to sprout his diamond cutter hard cock until the cameras started rolling.

Steve and Ed were talking to one of the camera men, so Jules took the opportunity to get Cassie in the mood.

“So Ed tells me that your pregnant?”

Cassie nodded as she tried to focus on her drink, and not on the slab of black cock that was starting to firm up and be ready to take her to the next level.

Jules gave his best impression of a smile as he came closer and took one of her hands and placed it on his cock. As her fingers started to encircle the man meat that would soon be pleasuring her, Jules lifted her chin and looked directly into her eyes.

“You know sweetness, that baby that is growing in your tummy is mine.”

Cassie didn’t respond, except to squeeze the cock that was already firming up to a healthy 8 or 9 inches in length.

“I know it’s mine, cause I’ve fathered at least 3 or maybe 4 already with other white wives, and each one of them was a boy with a little cock that is gonna end up as big as mine. When your nursing our kid, you will be looking at his cock grow, while his little black lips are sucking on your breasts. Yea, in no time at all, those little tits of yours are gonna start to fill with milk, and your gonna need someone to relieve the pressure on them, so just that you know, you call me whenever you need some of that mothers milk sucked out.”

Ed had the camera man take a side shot of Cassie’s tummy, telling her to expand it so that it would be noticeable that she was indeed pregnant.

Not five minutes later, her legs were on top of his shoulders as Jules started sawing in and out of her sweet little cunt. As he finally buried it all the way in, his body dropped down on hers, and he flexed his cock while he whispered in her ear… “is it feeling good sweetie?”

Cassie had that full feeling again, of a cock that was buried to the hilt, and in the position he had her in now, she was feeling every inch of it.

She nodded her head, but that was not good enough for Jules… “Say it!!”

“Oh God, you know it is Jules… fuck you are so big, I can hardly breathe.”

Jules smiled to himself as he started the next phase of the cuckolding of this white couple.

“You know, I don’t even have your phone number yet, and I want it!”

“I… I don’t know… uhmm Steve might not like it…”

“I don’t give a fuck what he likes or doesn’t like… I escort avcılar know you need this cock, and I’m not waiting every two or three months, for Ed to schedule another film. This cunt of yours needs my cock, and I know you want it as badly as I do!”

Cassie was half hearing what he was saying, while his cock settled into the rhythm of sawing in and out of her sopping pussy. She was in heaven and she knew it, but she just didn’t know if Steve would put up with Jules screwing her on the side.

“I don’t think he…”

“You let me worry about your husband. He’s a fucking wimp, and I can handle him. Before you go home tonight, I want you to write down your number… you hear me?”

She nodded her head as her ankles locked behind his head as she felt him picking up the pace.

“Not too fucking fast Jules!! we need another ten minutes or so before the money shot!”

Jules gritted his teeth, as he started thinking about his Mom’s apple pie. That was always a sure fire way for him to stop thinking about what his cock needed.

Steve was not even in the bedroom, while his wife was being screwed, as he was starting to hate that nigger, more and more, as he was violating his wife.

He was sitting on the couch in the other room, drinking one beer after another, while Ed kept supplying them.

“Man he sure likes laying the pipe to your wife, doesn’t he?”

Ed knew what was going on in Steve’s mind, and a sure fire way to break a husbands spirit, was to rub it in.

“Yea, the way she has her legs wrapped around his neck, I bet she never wants to let that big black cock out of her cunt. You know buddy, I have a few girls that work for me on the side, and maybe it’s time you got a little strange nookie yourself.”

The words stung, but Steve was already starting to agree with what Ed was saying. Fuck it, he thought, if she likes that black cock so much and she wants to keep that bastards baby, then maybe it was time he got some new pussy too.

Steve just nodded his head as he took another swig of beer, but Ed knew this white husband was already giving in. Yes, they would be doing whatever he wanted them to do, and once Steve fucked one the women, he would have Steve’s nuts in his hands like a vice.

Now it was time to get back in the other room and make sure that his stud would deliver on the money shot.

Jules body was covered in perspiration, and Ed could tell that the black man wouldn’t be able to last much longer. As he instructed the two camera men on what angles he wanted the shots at, he softly told Jules that whenever he was ready, to fill her so full, that they would have a good minute of cum flowing out of her cunt afterwards.

As his legs tensed up, the head of his cock flared, and the first of many cum shots traveled up his man meat, and spewed out of the head.

Cassie’s eyes got as big as silver dollars, as rope after rope of cum was delivered into her Uterus, looking for her eggs, but of course that was already done a few weeks earlier.

Her legs trembled as she matched his cum, with the second orgasm of the night for her, and the words started coming back to her about him demanding her phone number.

As the large cock slowly pulled out of her now gaping cunt, the video cameras where documenting it from two different angles. No sooner did his cock head pull out, than the river of their combined cums started seeping out from a cunt whose lips did not close, even after the cock was out.

One of the cameras, showed the stream of cum, from between her legs, as it ran down the crack of her ass, and onto the sheets. The other camera from the top view showed his cock still producing a few drops of semen, as it flared with each dry cum he was now trying to shoot.

“Okay Jules, sit on her tits and make her clean your cock off!”

Cassie didn’t have much say in the matter, as the black man disentangled himself from her legs, and he scooted up so that he was now sitting on her little breasts.

He took hold of the still flaring cock, and moved it up against her lips, waiting for them to part, and then just as suddenly it popped into her mouth, and she was sucking him harder than any Hoover vacuum cleaner ever could.

Cassie’s cheeks hollowed inward, as she sucked as hard as she could, to get the last of the nectar that it was producing.

Steve was standing in the door way watching as his wife was sucking off the last of the niggers jism, and a disgusted look spread over his face. Yea, she was turning into a fucking black cock escort küçükçekmece lover, and there was no turning back now.

Ed noticed the looked and hit the speed dial on his iphone.

“Janice… get your fine bod over here to my house as quickly as you can.”

“I don’t give a fuck if your in bed… just throw a house coat on and get over here… I got a buddy you need to satisfy… There’s good money in it for you.”

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As Cassie was laying on the bed, with Jules playing with her little tits, she had heard a commotion from the other room, but didn’t pay any attention to it. She was disappointed that Steve had not been there for her after they had stopped shooting the movie, but Jules made sure that he was well preoccupied.

In the other room, the hefty black woman was already naked and down on her knees, as she brought the soft white dick up to attention.

Steve was looking down between his legs, at the bald head of the black woman with the huge lips, as it devoured his cock with ease. As her lips reached his pubes, he couldn’t help himself, so he put both of his hands on her hairless head and started to face fuck her. He wasn’t sure if she was going to protest, but when she snaked one of her hands between the cheeks of his ass as he rose up off of the couch on each of his up strokes, her index finger found his rose bud, and she pushed her finger up to the second knuckle.

Steve took a sharp intake of breath as he felt her finger violate his asshole, but at this point there was no stopping. As he frantically fucked her face, pulling hard on her bald head, a movement out of the side of his sight line brought him back to reality, and he noticed Cassie standing there, one hand holding onto the big black cock that had just fucked her, and her other hand steadying her as she witnessed her husband having carnal knowledge with the black woman between his legs.

“Get me a piece of paper and pen…”

Jules smiled, as he knew he was going to get her number, and also that no longer would her husband be a problem.

Steve noticed his wife going back into the other room, and the way she slammed the door, he figured their marriage was soon going to be over.

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As they were driving home, she had been silent the whole time, and finally Steve couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m sorry hon, she came out of no where, and before I knew what was happening she was on her knees in front of me…”

“Did you fuck her?” her voice so low he almost didn’t hear the question.

“Uhmm yes, but you were in there fucking that nigger!”

“Yes, but that was for money… did she pay you to fuck her?”

He didn’t respond, cause he knew no matter what he said, it would end up coming out wrong.

“Did you want a divorce?”

The question surprised him, as he had been thinking of a way to ask her the same question.

“NO, no… of course not. I just thought that…”

“It’s okay Steve, this went a lot further than either one of us thought it would. Both of our parents would die if they knew what we have been doing and if we ended up getting a divorce, so for their sake I think we should just keep our marriage going as long as possible. I don’t know what they’re all going to think when I deliver, and they see it’s not yours, but maybe in the mean time we can come up with something to tell them.”

Steve felt like a ton of weight had just been lifted off of his shoulders, when she matter of factly said “I gave Jules our number.”

Steve knew the implications of what she had just said, but at this point neither of them were in a position to throw a fit.

“Does this mean that your going over to his place some time?”

“No…”

The pregnant pause told him something else was up.

“He will be spending time over at our house. Maybe during the day while your at work, and maybe at night when your staying in the guest bedroom.”

There it was out in the open. No longer would it be a question of when or if, but a statement that it was going to happen.

“By the way, Ed told me while you were out getting the car warmed up, that the woman you fucked will probably be coming over to our house from time to time also…”

This was of course news to Steve, but immediately his cock came to attention, as she had been an Amazon of a woman who had taken complete control of him.

As they pulled into their driveway, each of them were wrapped up in their own thoughts.

Ed wondered how Cassie would take it, if the black woman came and knocked on their door…

Cassie on the other hand was no longer worried about what her husband would think if Jules came over to fuck her. In fact, a smile crept over her face as she told herself that she would have to remember to scream extra loud when Jules fucked her, just so that her husband would know who she really loved.

After working in the yard on a cool spring day, I took a shower, shaved my face and cleaned up the stubble on my shaft and balls before hitting the Jacuzzi. While lounging in the Jacuzzi, I was daydreaming about my wife rubbing lotion on my body after a hot Jacuzzi. My erection was rising as I thought of the scene in my mind. Leaving the Jacuzzi, I threw on an old pair of sleeping pants. They were modified to allow my wife more access to my equipment. The pockets were cut so her hands had easy access to my cock and balls, the button to the fly was gone and finally, the seat had an opening to allow her to massage my prostrate. Not that she did this all the time, but it was there just in case.

I did not put on a shirt, and went to the bed to read and relax. I was reading an erotic story involving a young blonde wife and a black Adonis. I awoke to fingers running over my chest and stomach, as my wife whispered into my ear, relax. Coming to my senses I realized my hands were tied to the headboard. My wife, Jan, had arrived home early from her shift at the hospital. She kissed my lips while rubbing her hand down the front of my hair-covered chest. She asked what I liked about blonde women and black men. I said I did not know, and she said really, then why is your cock rising in your pants?

Moving off the bed, she said she needed to shower to get the grim and germs off. While talking with me she proceeded to strip in front of me. She stripped down to her lace bra and panties, and asked if I was ready for a story about a patient from her past, before we were married. I told her I would rather continue with what she had planned, she replied the story was part of the plan and the foreplay. She moved away from the bed and stripped off her bra and panties to reveal her 35-inch breasts and her perfectly manicured cunt with her flower staring to bloom to show her petals, telling me she would be back in a few minutes. She took her 5’3″ hard body with shoulder length blonde hair and padded away from view, while my cock was already aching for relief.

I heard the shower door open and a few minutes later my wife appeared in a lab coat and nothing else. Her manicured white tipped nails, pedicured red toe nails, gloss covered lips, the hint of her breasts showing, as well as her navel and manicured blonde pubic hair were all in my view. She sat on the bed as she ran her hands up my legs, and asked if I was ready for story time? Before I could talk she noticed a small expanding stain on my sleeping pants from my leaking precum. She smiled, laughed and commented you are ready.

Jan said well dear, before I met you, I had the opportunity to see a number of men in compromising positions and states of undress. As a matter of fact, I still have the opportunity. These days I have an allegiance to one man, back then being young and willing to explore I sometimes took advantage of the situation.

As Jan started to tell the story, she went to the bathroom and came back with the lotion we use for our massages. She squirted some into her hands and started with her story. So, Matt, the summer before we met I was working on an orthopedic surgical unit. Many of our patients were athletes and of course being young and unattached, escort bağcılar I was always on the look out for a good catch. As my wife was talking, she started to rub the lotion down each arm, and towards my chest area.

One of my patients was a young college basketball player, he was about 6’4″, 210 pounds and a very handsome black man. He was lighter in color, and was studying to be a lawyer. I had always heard the stories about black man being well endowed and also about men with large hands having large cocks. He was black and his hands were larger than most men I had met before. He had surgery the day before, and when I came on shift I was told I needed to remove his catheter. Of course this would require me to view his equipment. I decided to have some fun with the situation. So, I went to my locker and took off my bra, my panties and stockings. In those days, hospitals had the traditional nurse uniforms, and in some cases they were a little too short. I had an extra uniform in my locker, and was told to not to wear, as it was shorter than the regulation length.

It was the third shift, so there was not much traffic on the floor this particular Saturday night at 11PM. Putting a bottle of lotion into the pocket of my uniform, I headed for his room.

As Jan was telling me this story, she was running her hands across my chest and was spending time on my lower abdomen. Leaning down she whispered into my ear, if I had known how you felt about seeing me with a black stud I would have hired one to clean the pool this summer.

Continuing her story, Jan entered her patient’s room and asked how he was doing, and introduced herself to him. He said nice to meet you and said he was Chase. She asked him if he was ready for the removal of his catheter and he nodded with a yes, that it was uncomfortable. She told him she would need to strap his hands and feet down, as some patients try to stop the process, which can cause damage. She said he would need to remove his gown and leaned over the bed to help him remove the gown, which gave him a view of her 35-inch chest, and hardening nipples. He let out a little groan, and she asked if something was wrong, and he said no. Jan knew it was his cock starting to harden which would cause him to be uncomfortable with the catheter. She went to the foot of the bed and facing away from Chase, she bent over to grab the straps from the table, causing her dress to ride up and almost over her ass and heard another groan from Chase.

While she was at the table, she unbuttoned the top two buttons to her dress, revealing more of her cleavage. She turned around and walked back to the bed and told Chase it was time to complete the job, and helped him out of the gown. As his lower abdomen came into view, Jan could see his six-pack abs, and sweeping the gown from his body, saw his cock for the first time. It was strapped to his leg so the catheter would not move and she noticed the tape was putting pressure on his hardening cock. She could not wait to touch him and play with her first black cock. Moving to the foot of the bed and she strapped his legs to the frame, as she went to his arms strapping them to the escort merter frame.

Jan told him to relax and take deep breaths; she moved to his face and kissed his ears whispering to relax, as it will make it easier, she pulled the catheter from his cock. Upon removal, Jan grabbed some scissors to cut the tape from his cock to release it from his thigh. While bending over his cock, she ensured her breasts were in his line of sight. She could tell he liked what he saw as his cock was growing and putting pressure on the tape. She looked up at him and said it would be harder to cut the tape, and he should stop getting hard. Chase laughed and said are you serious, you are a torturing me, and asked if all nurses dressed this way. She said the young ones, the more mature sexy ones and all of the ones with black studs as patients. She asked him be still while cutting the tape from his thigh and peeling the tape from his cock and thigh.

His cock sprang upward and Jan could see the huge vein and large balls in more detail now. It was a beautiful view. Chase requested to be released from his restraints. Jan said she had not completed the procedure and reached for a cloth tape measure from the pocket of her dress. She took her hand and for the first time stroked softly upward with her left hand to the top of his cock head, and with her right hand placed the tape at the base of his beautiful cock. The reading was 9 inches and very thick and she pretended to write the readings in the medical record.

As she turned around, he asked if the procedure was finished, and Jan said not yet. The next step involved some precautionary steps to ensure there would be no infection. His cock was twitching and appeared to be getting harder by the minute. Jan took the lotion from the front of her dress and set it on the bed, as she licked her lips. Chase looked at her, and said I am waiting for the next step. Looking up at him, Jan unbuttoned the dress to her navel allowing her breasts to spill free. She ran her white tipped nails over his chest and down towards his cock; avoiding it, as she went down his legs to his feet and back up his chest. Stopping at his mouth, she gave him a long open mouth kiss. She broke free from his mouth and ran her lips and mouth down his neck, over his nipples and down washboard stomach.

Once again, she looked up at him while grabbing the lotion and squirted a large amount into her hand and worked it into his upper thighs very close to his huge balls, and watched a droplet of precum escape from the slit of his cockhead. Jan smiled and said Chase the procedure is working you, as you are losing some juice and by doing so it is the first sign you cock organ is working correctly. However for a successful procedure I have to see your balls contract upward and the large vein running underneath your shaft bulge with fluid and taste your cum as you discharge your load into my mouth.

Jan put more lotion into her hands and stroked his large cock from the base to his cockhead and down again, she kept this procedure up for three minutes. Stopping she slipped her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Chase was whispering how beautiful escort fatih she was and he had to see her cunt impaled on his cock. Moving back to his cock Jan licked the tip of the flowing precum, and slid her mouth over his head and down the shaft while stroking him at the same time. Removing her mouth from his expanding cock head, she said her could impale her after she tasted his cum and finished the discharge procedure.

She grabbed the cloth tape measure from the table and measured his cock again, and it was now 9 and ¾ inches. She told him the length and asked if it grew to 10 inches, moaning he said he honestly he had never been measured before. She threw the tape on to the table squirted more lotion into her hands and stroked him slowly up and down his shaft. She could see his balls contracting and the vein on the underside of cock bulging and twitching.

Jan moved away from this cock and ran the tips of her fingers up Chase’s body over his stomach and chest to his mouth. She gave him a long open mouth kiss and said she would remove his restraints so she could raise the head of the bed, as she wanted him to watch as she finished him off orally. Before moving away, Jan said Chase after you cum, I want to see how fast you can recover, as I want to slide my tight white cunt over your large black cock. Chase moaned and said he was ready to fill her completely with his organ and fluid.

Jan released the restraints, moved to his rock hard cock and stroked him from the base to the tip. As she looked into his eyes she lowered her mouth to his slit and swiped her tongue over his overheated head and sucked the precum into her mouth.

Working her hands up and down his cock, she moved her mouth down his shaft and over his head moving lower with each plunge down the shaft. Her hands and mouth were in unison and Chase could not believe the contrast seeing this petite blonde swallowing his large brown cock.

Chase was a visual person and the vision was stimulating his senses more than usual. Jan pulled away from his cock and it glistened with the combination of his precum and her saliva. She kissed the tip and said get ready to Chase. She kissed down the shaft, over his balls and underneath near his anal opening tickling the opening with the tips of her nails. Chase shuddered, as Jan moved her mouth over his cockhead and sunk the length of his shaft touching his mound.

She came back up and moving down she inserted a finger into his anal opening. Chase had never felt this sensation before and he could feel his orgasm starting to build. Jan knew he was close and moved to his sensitive head and worked just the head into her mouth, while teasing his anal area with her finger, she worked her other hand up and down his shaft while moving her mouth over his head and corona.

Chase was ready for this discharge and Jan could feel the large vein fill and his balls contract, she moved her finger into his cavity for a final time and he erupted with an enormous orgasm. She swallowed as much as she could, as Chase slumped back into the bed.

Jan went to the head of the bed and said I will leave my number on the table next to your bed. I know you will be discharged in a couple of days. I look forward to letting you control the next session. I have one request, I need to try reverse cowgirl on your cock, as she gave him one more stroke, kissed his cock and let the room.

After Jan completed her story, she told me I could cum after she told me the story of her short dating period with Chase.

To be continued…

In the Muslim world, a woman’s life depends on the men in her life, first her father and later her husband and any son who might issue from her womb. This holds especially true in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the venerable Heartland of Islam.

I thank Allah for giving me a husband as kind-hearted and loving as my dear Mahmoud. Now, he may be strange, but he is good to me. I think his strangeness has to do with the time he spent living in Canada. Whatever it is, I’ve learned to not only live with it but to enjoy it.

My sisters live with men who are cold, domineering and stifle their spirits and ambitions. My husband and I are moving to Ontario after Ramadan, where I will begin my university studies. He’s put me in intensive English language classes as preparation, and my instructors say I’m doing fairly well. I can’t wait to begin my new life in Canada. My name is Maymuna Suleiman-Khalid and I have a story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. The tale of how I found that rarest of blessings, true love, albeit with a very strange man.

I have known my husband Mahmoud my whole life, I think. From the moment I was born in the City of Najran we’ve been neighbors. His father Ali Khalid works in the oil and gas industry, and my father, Kader Suleiman works for the Saudi Arabian government as a high-ranking Cleric in the Ministry of Security. Our mothers are friends.

Mahmoud’s mother Ayaan is of Ethiopian descent. His father is of course pure Saudi. I guess that makes Mahmoud half black and half Arab. To some people such differences matter but not me. He’ll always be my little buddy. My mother Saleema is half Saudi and half Yemeni. Mahmoud and I used to play together when we were younger, since our families were so close.

In fact, we were born the same day. February 5, 1990. If that wasn’t a sign of things to come, I don’t know what is. I thought my dear Mahmoud and I would be together forever, and despaired when I found out his parents were moving away. Without my favorite brown-skinned, hairy little buddy, life would be too dull to contemplate. The day Mahmoud and his parents moved to Ontario, Canada, I think I cried a river’s worth of tears. July 2, 2004. I remember like it was yesterday. My parents had to restrain me when Mahmoud and his parents got in their car and drove away.

I wept for my old friend, but he never came back. Eventually I moved on. When I turned eighteen, I enrolled at the prestigious King Abdullah University of Science and Technology, the only coeducational, western-style institution in the entirety of Saudi Arabia. A place where women students could study beside men in the same classes, and we were also allowed to wear western-style clothing.

At that school I met girls and women from places like South Africa, Nigeria, Lebanon, Brazil, Ethiopia, and even western nations like England and France. The daughters of wealthy Europeans living and working in the Kingdom of Saudi escort ataköy Arabia attend this school in great numbers because all the others are burka central, to quote the favorite expression of an old classmate of mine.

Studying at the King Abdullah University gave me a taste of the west, and I wanted more. I pleaded with my parents to send me to study abroad, but my father refused. You see, my father works for the Saudi government and as a government official he’s got an image to maintain.

Men are all about their image, I swear. It simply wouldn’t be good form for him to appear liberal at a time when Saudi society is feeling pressure to change from outside forces and is thusly quite defensive and paranoid. Also, terrorism is a big problem in Saudi Arabia. Many radicals feel that by cooperating with American and European officials, the Saudi government is behaving in a manner that’s anti-Islamic, and thus has no legitimacy. Those radicals are responsible for the 9/11 bombings. The average Saudi citizen doesn’t hate the west. We’re too busy living our lives.

Anyhow, the summer of my twentieth birthday, I despaired because my father wanted me to marry an old friend of his, a sixty-year-old Islamic preacher named Mohammed Zahran. A legendary sheikh among Sunni Muslim worshippers in the City of Najran. Lucky for me, he died before anything could be finalized. I know I shouldn’t wish death upon anyone but I’m glad the old buzzard croaked. Sorry but that’s just the truth!

The idea of playing wife to a dirty old man didn’t appeal to me. Especially since Mohammed Zahran had three other wives. I would have been wife number four. Thanks but no thanks. After Mohammed’s death, my father left me alone for a while. I knew that it was only a matter of time until he started with the marriage talks again. Lucky for me, something unbelievable happened.

My lifelong friend Mahmoud finally returned to the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The short, chubby brown lad I remembered had grown into a six-foot-one, lean and athletic, caramel-colored and curly-haired Afro-Arabian vision of masculine beauty. I’m only five-foot-six, round and bronze-skinned, with black hair and dark eyes. I looked plain next to him. In spite of my attempts at dieting I’m plump, and my thighs, hips and buttocks are huge. Small wonder my prospective husband died. The thought of bedding me might have shut down his heart!

Mahmoud returned to Najran, and as you can imagine, we were happily reunited. His time in Ontario, Canada, had changed him. He seemed more confident now. Also, he seemed to have an intense dislike of many elements of Saudi culture. He shared this with me as we sat in my room, where I snuck him in just like old times.

When I sat him down and asked him about his strange new ways, Mahmoud told me that Saudi society was wrong on many issues and needed to change. I shushed him and escort avcılar warned him that speaking such words might endanger his life, given how paranoid the Saudi government was these days. Mahmoud laughed and told me that he didn’t give a damn. Glaring at me, Mahmoud told me that Saudi Arabia was pure hell and he couldn’t wait to leave it.

When Mahmoud said these things, I stared at him, shocked. I looked at him and said the only thing I could think of. Take me with you, I pleaded. Smiling, Mahmoud nodded, then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me.

Holding me tightly, Mahmoud cupped my face in his hands and told me he loved me. I hugged him fiercely, tears of joy running down my face. Then I told him I loved him too. That night, away from prying eyes, Mahmoud and I lay in each other’s arms and plotted our future together.

The next day, Mahmoud spoke to my father, man to man, and asked for my hand in marriage. My father was only too happy to accept. Typically, Arab men don’t like seeing Arab women with non-Arab men but my father really wanted to marry me off and no one other than Mahmoud would take me on. I think he just wanted to get rid of me. A dowry got paid, a ceremony was held, documents were signed, and I became Mahmoud’s wife.

On our wedding night, Mahmoud laid me naked on our bed, and made sweet love to me. I felt self-conscious at first, naked with a man for the first time, but Mahmoud assured me he found me beautiful.

With his mouth and tongue Mahmoud pleasured my breasts, and my pussy. Spreading my thighs, he lapped away at my cunt with his agile tongue and fingered me. I cried out in pleasure as he did things to me I hadn’t even known were possible. Mahmoud made love to me like a skilled artist, and I was like putty in his hands.

Over the next few months, Mahmoud and I discovered much about each other. My husband is a man with demanding sexual appetites. Take anal sex for example. It’s forbidden by the Koran and considered a dirty act reserved for homosexuals and women who sell themselves to men for money.

Yet, with some encouragement from my husband, I tried it. First, Mahmoud and I showered together and cleaned ourselves up, then he put me on all fours and began kissing my buttocks. I must say, I liked the feel of his lips on my bum.

Spreading my ass cheeks wide open, Mahmoud stunned me by licking and fingering my asshole. It felt awkward at first but after a while, I relaxed and enjoyed. Next, he lubricated my anus with coconut oil and then pressed his hard ebony cock against my backdoor. Slowly, Mahmoud pushed his dick into my asshole.

When he penetrated me, it hurt and I cried out. Mahmoud held me tight and promised me he’d be gentle. Mahmoud fucked me in the ass, and while it hurt a bit, it also felt oddly good. I enjoyed it. Not something I’d do every day but it’s fun. If only he stopped there…

Mahmoud escort küçükçekmece is even naughtier than I thought. He showed me porn DVDs and toys he’d smuggled into Saudi Arabia from Canada. On those videos, my husband showed me his favorite kinks. In one video, a naked female with blonde hair and blue eyes wore a phallic sex toy called a strap-on dildo and fucked a darker-skinned male with it.

I watched, amazed, as the female dominated the male completely, berating him the entire time. Mahmoud smiled and told me he fantasized about this stuff a lot. I stared at him, stunned. When he asked me to try it, I told him I could not. I did not want to hurt the man I love. Also, I am a Muslim woman.

I don’t think women are allowed to dominate their husbands in the holy book. Mahmoud assured me that female domination wasn’t frowned upon by the holy book of our faith. When I couldn’t find a single hadith against “femdom”, I agreed to give it a try. After all, I love Mahmoud and want to please him.

Thus, donning a shiny ebony strap-on dildo, I bent my gorgeous biracial husband over and gave his cute bottom a sound spanking. Then, I told Mahmoud to spread his ass for me. Feeling emboldened by his obedience, I smacked him across the face for not complying fast enough. Mahmoud stared at me, and for a moment I worried I’d gone too far. Mahmoud smiled and told me I was doing fine. Grinning, I began working the dildo into his well-lubricated asshole. Time for my Muslim husband to find out what Saudi female domination is all about.

Groaning, Mahmoud bucked wildly as I began to fuck him. I admired our reflections in the bedroom mirror as we fucked on the bed. A short, bronze-skinned Arab woman penetrating her dark-skinned husband with a phallic toy. I found myself incredibly aroused and felt a tingle deep in my pussy. Smiling, I resumed fucking Mahmoud with renewed vigor, slamming the dildo into his butt. Mahmoud cried out and begged me for more. Laughing, I spanked his butt while thrusting the dildo into him. We went at it for another half an hour before Mahmoud said he’d had enough and I pulled out.

After giving Mahmoud a few minutes to recover, I climbed on top of him. I was still horny you see. Smiling, my husband put his hands upon my hips and thrust into me. The feel of his hard, throbbing manhood inside my cunt was amazing. I cried out as Mahmoud fucked me hard, just the way I like it. Burying his face between my breasts as they swayed from side to side while I rode him, Mahmoud held me tight as we made love. We continued our passionate lovemaking until exhaustion claimed us, hours later. What can I say? We got it like that, as Mahmoud is fond of saying.

Yes, I am indeed fortunate to have a husband like Mahmoud. In defiance of Saudi Arabian laws, he’s teaching me how to drive. When we move to Ontario, Canada, in a few months, we’ll hit the ground running, as he says. As I lay next to him that night after some odd but ultimately wonderful lovemaking, I thank Allah for His blessings. Many women dream of a man who will love them for who they are, and encourage them in their passions. My husband Mahmoud is such a man. Thank you for sticking with me thus far, dear reader. May love find its way to your path someday. Insha’Allah.

It’s Saturday night…the eve before Easter Sunday. Usually on Saturday nights like this, you try and get a good night’s rest before putting on your best church behavior in the morning, hiding your inner wild child, silencing the slut that wants to come out so badly. But tonight, you’re craving for something different. You’re aching for a little action, so you, being rather unconventional, decide to hit up the nightclub that you go to every once in a blue moon. Outside, you look like everyone’s pipe dream: sleek, groomed, well-put together in your flashiest, stylish outfit…but underneath, you’re hiding a little secret that no one else can see. And that secret is…a fluffy rabbit tail buttplug. You’ve had it in your drawer ever since last year when you got it. Even then, you haven’t worn it before, but tonight’s different. You came to the club with a visceral desire, a need that’s hard to describe…until you see him.

Yes, him. The long, tall, dark, handsome man in the back, standing in the shadows with his friends. They’re laughing it up as they eye at all the bitties in their low-cut dresses, short skirts, and high-heel “fuck me” shoes. You roll your eyes at first, scoffing at the spectacle of a group of men drooling and calling after those women who only want to be looked at, but never touched. But who exactly’s wearing the rabbit tail plug underneath their clothes? You. And who’s sitting there, biting their lip as they stare at those muscle-clad, chocolate goodness of men trying to kiss up to every woman that comes their way? Oh, you, honey. You decide to gather up a little liquid courage to go after what you came for: just an honest-to-goodness piece of chocolate…or maybe more than that.

There goes one shot of vodka. Then two. And then three. Before you even finish the fourth shot, you put on your best elegant front, trying not to come off as some sloshed slut that’s desperate for a roll in the hay…but you’re tipsy…and truly escort beşiktaş desperate for a fuck. You drunkenly, but fluidly, strut over to the boys with their drinks in their hands. You manage to stir up some small talk, maybe even crack a joke or two, before you pull him close to you as you whisper in his ear: “I want you and all of your friends to come with me to the back of the club for a little bit of a surprise”.

Now, he’s *definitely* intrigued by what that surprise may be. He motions to his friends to follow you as you lead them to one of the private rooms. The windows of that room are barely tinted, so there’s a chance that someone may or may not see what kind of mischief you’re planning on getting into with a group of sexy, black studs. As they all collect together in the room, you close the door behind you, strip yourself down to reveal that little secret hidden underneath that sleek outfit: the rabbit tail buttplug. Once you’re naked, you decide to put on a show for your new friends. Slowly bending over, you wiggle your ass to show off your fluffy little tail, running your hands all over your body to get all the men going. God…you’ve never felt like this before, have you? You’ve never felt this kind of rush in your entire life. This wave of sexiness that washes over you as you feel the heat of every man’s lustful glare as you shake your ass, beckoning each and every one of them to come over and break off a little slutty piece of you. That feeling of horniness is almost too much to bear, so you sit down spread-eagle on the couch and make a come-hither motion with your fingers as you slowly begin to touch yourself, making all the men eager and rock-hard as you *sloooooowly* remove that cute little buttplug.

They make their way over to you, pulling out what you’ve been waiting for all fucking night: those big…meaty…throbbing black cocks. The sight of them makes you nervous escort bahçelievler at first, but then, one man runs his chocolate tip against your lips, giving them a nice, pre-cummy gloss. Ohh, the taste of his pre-cum…it’s like nectar of the gods to you. You hungrily lap it up once it touches your lips. From the corner of your eye, another ebony man is waiting patiently, stroking his dick as he watches you take him in between your lips…and suddenly down your throat. What ever happened to just sucking him in your mouth? No…you haven’t got time for that. You want him down. Your. Throat. You enthusiastically bob your head up and down, fucking his ebony rod with your eager, wanting mouth. The only sounds that are in that room are the collective moans of all the men stroking themselves, the man you’re making hot and nasty love to with your mouth, and your whimpers as you’re so desperate to make him groan out loud with each bob and each *gluck* you make as you wrap him up in your warm, velvet wetness that is your tongue, your lips, and your throat.

He suddenly pushes you away from his cock, and tells you he has a better idea. You sigh in anticipation as he says for you to throw your legs back. You oblige, but have no idea that you could be so…so compliant. You’ve always been headstrong, always taking the lead. But now? You’re at the mercy of these black studs, begging for each and every one of them to fill every hole you have. And you’ve never sounded so slutty before, but there you are. Moaning and writhing on the couch, with legs up in the air, channeling that inner porn-star you’ve kept hidden for so long as you whine, as you whimper, as you *plead* for them to come fuck you.

All of a sudden, you feel the sudden thrust of one man’s chocolate rod ramming deep, hitting that spot straight away, making you arch your back and scream the sluttiest scream that’s never before managed escort bakırköy to escape your throat until now. The sensation of every inch sinking into you, the excruciating pleasure of feeling the tip going deeper…and deeper…and deeper. It just makes you want to keep moaning and whining like a whore on payday. That is, until another man shuts you up by thrusting his hard cock into your mouth, telling you to suck it like the black cock whore you are. Without hesitation, you do so as another man comes up to you and places your hand around his thick shaft…and yet another man taking your other hand to do the same.

And now, here you are. Stroking, sucking, licking, and fucking all those big black monster cocks as you struggle to slur out “that’s enough!”, but your body language and the tone of your moans suggest that there’s NEVER enough. You truly want more. You slowly get addicted to the sensation of feeling full, feeling sexy, and getting pounded to a pulp like some of those porn stars you’ve watched almost every night taking those juicy fat cocks you’ve dreamt of sucking and fucking. You crave the feeling of the room spinning as your sight begins blurring, the pleasure becoming too much, as your voice is diminished to a raspy squeal as you notice the rush of hot, sticky cum flooding deep inside your sore, greedy hole…and then another coating your face…then another filling your thirsty mouth, leaving you completely covered from head to toe in that white, delicious, sticky warmth.

You’re collapsed on the couch, trying to process what just happened, as you lie blissed out, dazed and dripping cum from each hole. After a while, you gather up the little ounce of sobriety you have left to get dressed, make your way out of the private rooms, out of the club, and back home to your cozy bed. Getting undressed again, you lie down on the made-up bed, spread-eagle like you were at the club, fondling the creaminess of the souvenir each man has given you, recounting all those yummy moments of being pounded, getting throat-fucked, and showered in cum…thus bringing you to your last orgasm for the night. Naked, but feeling warm, you drift off into a deep sleep for the night, knowing full well that you’ve finally gotten what you ached for: to be stuffed full of chocolate like a true snow bunny.

I missed Becky’s party. I missed it because she couldn’t have it; at least not at our house. Laurie was home when I got there Wednesday. Becky left a note on the kitchen’s peninsula. She wrote that she was going out with friends and would be back in the evening; most likely to get her things for a two day camping trip.

Fortunately for me Laurie was in our bedroom. The lights were out, the drapes were closed and the white noise machine was running. All signs that she had one of her monstrous migraines. Laurie didn’t get migraines very often but when she did they were incapacitating. So it was no surprise that my cameras had not been spotted. Laurie was in too much pain to notice a four inch camera mixed in the ferns.

I made sure Laurie didn’t need anything before I went downstairs and carefully put each camera back in the box exactly as it was when I first opened it. I hid the box in the garage. There would be plenty of time later to show them to Laurie and then mount them outside along the hedge and out back by the entrance. No one need know the cameras had already fulfilled their primary purpose.

Time passed and eventually I did find out that Becky had her party. My discovery was made about a month after she had gone back to school. I was coming into the house from the garage when Laurie handed me a plastic mailer that was addressed to Becky

“Would you put that with the other stuff we’re mailing on Saturday?” Laurie asked.

I looked it over and asked, “What is it?”

Laurie was dismissive. She answered “It’s music. I thought it was pretty nice of Brad to drop it off. He said that after the accident, while he and Becky were waiting for the tow truck, she mentioned that she liked jazz.” Laurie turned away to get some pasta from the pantry.

I was turning the bubble wrap envelope around in my hand and thinking about the possibilities as I absent mindedly said, “I didn’t know Becky liked Jazz.”

Laurie pulled a pot out from beneath the counter. She set it on the stove and continued, “I don’t think she does. But I’m not going to tell that poor old man that. He’s been through enough. It’s probably Charlie Parker and Miles Davis. Kids these days don’t appreciate the greats. Let’s send it to her and she can decide what to do with it.”

I’m a voyeur and I love jazz.. So I assumed that no matter what was in the envelope it was something I was sure to enjoy. I took the envelope to Becky’s room and put it on the pile of snacks, stuffed animals, gift cards and sundry basics such as cotton balls and razors that we were sending to Becky. It was all the stuff no student would want to spend their own money buying.

I had an identical envelope, on it I mimicked the address label from Brad’s package. Then I opened the original and found two CD cases. One was a George Howard CD and the other was a Grover Washington Jr. CD. Damn, this was not what I expected. I put the George Howard CD into the new envelope, grabbed a Grover Washington CD and started to put it in also. I’ve always liked Soulful Strut; so I thought I might as well get a good copy for all my work. I put the CD into my computer and listened to the player windup. I clicked Rip CD then sat back and listened to the first track. That’s when I noticed there was more than one disk in the case. The second disk was a DVD. I actually looked at the liner notes to see what was on the second disk. I don’t know, I guess I thought it was bonus concert footage. Then the CD tray opened and I knew. I knew the DVD labeled A Wonderful Concert was not made by Grover Washington.Jr.

I watched the CD drawer close again and listened to the drive windup once more. I stared at the blinking LCD light as if it were flashing some sort of coded message to me. There was movement on the screen but I did not look up. Long moments passed as I tried to tell myself that I could put the DVD back in the case, seal it and send it to Becky. Then I wouldn’t see what I’d later have to try and forget. But, then again, I had come so far already. On the floor next to my feet was the envelope and my office scissors. The discarded edge of the envelope was lying at the top of the trash in the can. Everything was in motion. There was no unknowing what I had already seen. In front of me was more to see. There was no resolve, there was only procrastination.

My eyes flitted upward and I saw the splash screen for the ‘Concert’. My guilt feelings evaporated. The sound of a whirlwind filled my ears as I grabbed the mouse and clicked the blue Start button at the bottom of the screen. My last thought was that I was the worst kind of voyeur. I was watching something that no man should ever see. The video started with a group of black men standing in a wide semicircle. They were applauding my beautiful, shapely stepdaughter’s entrance into the room.

Becky was wearing a short black skirt that could have passed for a thick belt. Her top was a tight fitting green halter. The halter was the kind that had its own escort taksim sewn in bra that did nothing to keep her tits from jiggling with each move. Over the halter she had on a thin matching jacket. For shoes my stepdaughter was wearing four inch acrylic mules. Did Laurie know Becky even owned this stuff? Becky stood in the middle of the half circle and slowly turned clockwise. There were five men. None of them appeared to be under forty. She paused for a moment as she faced each man. It was obvious she was grinning. This bitch was as much a woman as any I’d ever seen.

The cameraman began to narrate the scene. “Damn, this is one hot bitch. To think she is going to get it on with these out-of-shape, greasy fuckers is amazing. Why is she doing it?”

Another voice replied, “I don’t know. We all paid but Brad said it wasn’t for her. It was something about using his house or some shit like that. Who the fuck cares? You know what I’m saying? When he sent out that invitation and it had the picture of her on her knees deep throating him. Hell, I’ve seen this bitch around the neighborhood, I’d a paid five hundred dollars. But fuck, I’m sure glad though that Brad only asked for a hundred.”

The camera shook a little as both men laughed.

I could hear some of the other men making comments too. Someone said, “That’s it baby, show us all what you got.” Another man yelled, “Fuck Brad, you been holding out on us? How long you had this pretty little thing all to yourself?” Brad just smiled. He never took his eyes off Becky. When she looked at him, their eyes locked onto each other and neither of them moved.

The narrator held the camera on Becky. Brad was sitting in a big leather recliner that was positioned at the apex of the half circle. Becky slowly ran both of her hands down her sides to her hips and then between her thighs. Someone turned on some slow jazz. Becky swayed her hips to the music’s heavy beat.

The cameraman restarted his raunchy narrative. “Here we go!” he said. He took a couple of steps closer. He was no more than five feet behind my stepdaughter. Becky’s hands ran down her thighs and onto her calves. She stopped at her ankles. Behind her, the cameraman was filling the screen with Becky’s perfectly formed muscular ass. A tiny green strap of her thong disappeared between her buttocks and reappeared as a small patch of cloth that barely covered her perfectly shaven cunt. Her ass and pussy were open to anyone interested and all of these men were interested.

One of the black men said in a thick baritone “Damn that bitch is limber.”

Without missing a beat the cameraman replied, “Fucking good thing dawg, that way she don’t break.” Suddenly there was laughter and more yelling. Someone else yelled, “Fucking look at this shit. I can’t wait to tap that white ass. God damn I’m going to make her scream.”

Again the cameraman evinced his wit as he quickly responded “Fuck man, she already saw your face. If she ain’t screamed yet she ain’t gonna.”

The whole room erupted with laughter. Becky stood up and shrugged off her jacket. From the vantage of the cameraman, Becky appeared naked except for her little skirt and heels. She turned her head and said “I’ll scream but it won’t be from pain.”

The cameraman’s voice filled the speakers as he laughed and said “that’s a challenge”.

Becky twisted around, looked directly into the camera and said that she liked challenges. Then with a tilt of her head she added, “of course, some challenges are bigger than others.”

The black man who said she was going to scream suddenly lost his smile. With a stony face he replied “Careful bitch, you in a black man’s world here. We all like a good time but you mind your place. You hear bitch.”

Becky couldn’t have expected such ferocity in his response. She went rigid. She seemed deeply ashamed of herself. In the immediate silence after his rebuke, Becky furtively looked around the room. She found only grim, hard-set expressions. She was no one’s darling here. She was a piece of meat among ravenous dogs. And they were going to be sated. They were going to enjoy themselves. And they didn’t care about her.

Becky looked up to the man who had scolded her, she tilted her head, gave a slight smile and slowly sank to her knees. Once her ass was resting on her heels she bowed her head and said, “I’m sorry. Please let me show you my contrition.”

In an instant the man was in front of her fumbling at his belt, snap and zipper. By the time she lifted her head his thick veiny black dong was hanging only a few inches in front of my stepdaughter’s lips. She looked up at it through heat charged eyes. When she had walked into the room she appeared to be a happy woman set on having a good time. Now, on her knees licking the thick sweaty manhood of a black man twenty years her senior, Becky was a bitch in heat. She wasn’t trying to pass the time by giving this black fucker escort ortaköy a blow job. She wasn’t trying to quickly get him off. No, Becky was loving him. She pressed his manhood to her cheek and kissed his pubic bone. Mashing down the graying thatch of pubic hair, she planted small kisses around the base of his cock. She turned her head slightly and kissed the base of his massive pole as if kissing the cheek of a long sought lover.

The gruff man’s penis was thick and looked like an over-stuffed blood sausage. Becky pulled back the foreskin and licked the shaft till his entire manhood glistened wetly. Then, she lovingly dropped down a few inches and licked his black leathery scrotum. When Becky returned her devotion to the middle aged black man’s cock, it was as hard as the hall table where he put his clothes.

Becky held his penis a couple of inches from her face. She licked her lips and then said quietly, “It’s so big. I love being in this black man’s world.” Then Becky looked up at the hard breathing black man and said demurely, “This is my place. I know that now. Please forgive me and give me your cum. Then fuck me and make me worthy of you and your friends. Please show me this kindness.”

Instantly the cameraman gave his assessment and yelled, “Holy fuck did you hear that? This bitch is high class. Damn she sounds like Shakespeare or something. Yo, you need to dumb down the vocabulary bitch. So you is sorry. You want to suck that big fucker’s cock to make up for the mistake. That’s what he understands. Remember, slut there aint no college educated fuckers here.”

There was No reply to cameraman’s jest and no one looked away from the spectacle unfolding in the middle of their semicircle. They were as focused on Becky as metal flecks on a magnet.

Becky took her hands away from her master’s cock and put them on his expansive ass. The cameraman focused in on the muscles in my stepdaughters arms. “Look at this will you. This big titted slut is trying to push more of that black cock down her throat. She is the bomb. Brad, we may need to do this girl a few times. Revisit her, you know?”

For a brief second the camera panned over to Brad. Sitting in his overstuffed recliner he seemed as happy as a king on a throne. He seemed to take pride in Becky’s ministrations as if he was the one who discovered and then nurtured my stepdaughter’s wantonness.

Breathlessly the cameraman said “Holy shit. Check this shit out.” While the camera’s auto-focus struggled to resolve the image. The camera man continued to give his lewd narration. In a loud voice he said, “Damn! Check this shit out. She’s got DaJuan’s cock down her throat. No shit, she is deep throating him. Look at this shit. God damn, I need to tap that shit myself.”

Just then, the pixelated image came into sharp focus. It was Becky. Her face was pressed hard against a black man’s groin. Her eyes were shut. Her lips were lost in the tangle of gray public hair that surrounded the cock she was servicing. A black hand, I assumed it was the cameraman’s was holding Becky’s hair back away from her face. I could see her jaw move forward and her throat convulse as if she were not only accepting his entire length but was stimulating it too. Then she backed away a few inches and suddenly surged forward again. She repeated this back and forth movement on him all the while licking and moaning around his thick black cock.

Where in the hell did she learn how to give head like that?

My stepdaughter was being filmed as she fellated a black stranger with the expertise and enthusiasm of a high priced prostitute. The cameraman focused on the action as he made his lewd comments. “This classy fucking bitch is hungry. She needs something, fuck DaJuan give her what she needs. Come on fuckers. DaJuan ain’t going to last long. He probably aint cum in years. I hope the bitch don’t drown.”

There was a smattering of laughter but it was quickly drown out by DaJuan’s deep growl. DaJuan put his big pumpkin hands on Becky’s head and roared out, “Fuck, I’ll show this cunt. I’ll show her. Come on bitch, you wanna be in a black man’s world? Well you take a black man’s fucking. I’m going to fuck your mouth like a pussy.”

DaJuan’s greasy sweat fell on Becky’s shoulders like rain. Becky was rigid as the black brute rammed his meat into her throat and fucked it like a virgin pussy. My stepdaughter didn’t gag, she didn’t choke, hell her eyes barely watered. That is until DaJuan clamped onto her head with his thick hands and held her face over his cock. The fucker moved his hips faster and then shoved his girth upward and his full length disappeared through Becky’s lips and into her throat.

DaJuan screamed, “Drown bitch, drown!”

He must have spewed his thick heavy load well past her mouth and directly into her throat. I could see Becky’s throat muscles contracting. She was forced to swallow his sperm because if she didn’t that escort bayrampaşa shit was going to blast out her nose. That’s how hard he seemed to climax.

After several minutes, the black brute let go of Becky and staggered backward a few steps. The cameraman took advantage of DaJuan’s lack of composure and said, “Holy shit mutha fuckas, check this shit out! The bitch took all of DaJuan’s fat cock.”

No one seemed to be listening to the cameraman. Every man had his own conversation going on. A couple comments rose above the din. “I’m going get me some of that, fuck yeah I’m going get me some of that bitches mouth.”

Someone else said, “Damn! We need to tag team this bitch.”

Another comment that I heard more than once was “We gonna tear that shit up!”

Another voice growled, “Shit, after us, nothing but black cock is going to satisfy her.”

Then one question stood out from all of the other comments and questions. The cameraman, had his focus on Becky when I heard a thick baritone ask, “Damn, this bitch on the pill?”

For a split second the group went completely silent. Then my speakers filled with raucous laughter. The cameraman panned the group and stopped on a skinny balding man. He was naked except for his socks. His arms were thin and his chest was hairless save for a few wiry nipple hairs. As the camera settled on his weary face he gave a buoyant smile that had him shed thirty years as he said, “Who the fuck cares?”

My speakers once again filled with raucous laughter and shouts of agreement. Then the cameraman announced. “Well, she can’t get no child support when she don’t know who the daddy is. Right, so who cares?”

But then, Brad spoke up, “She is here because I asked her to be.”

Someone interrupted by yelling, “Fuck, the bitch is here cause she want to be. You’ve just made it convenient!”

Two big muscular men on the cameraman’s right answered the assertion with a deep “uh huh” and then the one furthest away added angrily, “Fuck man, I didn’t come here to banter and shit. Let’s get this show on the road.”

The cameraman took a loud, deep breath before replying, “Cool down Daniel, it’s all good. I’m just trying to capture a memory here.”

The cameraman’s sarcasm was lost on the two muscular black men.

The one I could only assume was Daniel, replied gruffly and said, “Capture a memory? What silly shit is that? I paid to fuck this bitch. I’ve wanted to tap that ass since I first met her in high school.” Now let’s get it on.”

Becky smiled demurely as she acknowledged Daniel with a small wave. Then, while staring at his groin Becky said “I thought I recognized you. You were in my history class.” The revelation seemed to neither frighten nor alarm my stepdaughter.

Daniel clenched his teeth and replied slowly through an angry hiss, “Yeah, I was in that class. Bitch, you never even looked at me twice.”

Suddenly Brad spoke up. “Well, she’s looking at you now. And, you’re about to fuck her, but no one is doing anything without a rubber.” Brad’s tone suggested that there would be no argument on this point.

The cameraman put in his own twist on the command. “Yeah, this is the only damn thing that everyone had to agree to. A damn rubber on every dick.”

In a quieter voice so that only the camera could hear the cameraman continued with, “Hell, what do I care? None of these fuckers know it but I didn’t have to pay anything. I just had to bring the camera, and well the damn condoms. So, I guess I best go get them…”

The camera swung around. I saw the pictures of Brad’s wife and children and his grandchildren hanging on the wall. I saw the Maple dining room table, with the big Lazy Suzan sitting on top. Then suddenly a bowl appeared. It was at the bottom of the screen. It was an orange plastic bowl with black silhouettes of ghosts, goblins and broom riding witches along the sides. The bowl was filled with cellophane wrapped condoms. Using the camera as an extension of his own eyes, the cameraman panned back to the living room. None of the men had moved. Brad was still droning on about everyone following his rules. He said a lot more but I didn’t hear any of it. The cameraman turned back to the bowl of condoms. This time I could tell it was sitting next to the mixer on the edge of the kitchen counter. The Cameraman’s hand was absent but then reappeared. He held a condom between his middle and index finger. With Brad haranguing the group about being in charge; the cameraman’s thick hand turned the condom so the camera could see both the front and the back of the wrapper. The wrapper was pristine. Then the cameraman’s other hand came into view. He was holding a slender awl. He presented it to the camera. Then he made a show of squeezing the condom and then pushing the awl through the cellophane. He removed the awl, smoothed over the ragged edges of the hole and tossed the condom in with the rest. He shook the bowl a few times. Then the camera levelled and he returned to the living room.

The cameraman handed the bowl to the closest man and said, “Here you go man. Take one and pass it on. Use the one you take.”

The bowl quickly made the circuit of inpatient men. Becky eyed the group and smiled broadly. She appeared to be pleased that each man was holding a condom.

Special thanks to 11_Carlton for his wonderful editing advice. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Sweat beaded on his muscular black body as he restlessly shifted in his bed. Oh shit, he thought, what have I gotten myself into? Just last week he had a normal if somewhat predictable life. Now, some woman he really didn’t care to have around was sharing his apartment. Well, he considered, I guess that’s what I get for being such a fucking nice guy, a little white woman in my spare bedroom. Lucky me! With a long sigh, Damion got out of bed, his naked body cooling in the night air. Maybe his old friend Jack Daniels would help him relax.

As Damion headed down the hall, he let his mind wonder back to the previous week…

As an undercover cop, for the last six months Damion had been hot on the trail of a major car theft ring. After months of paper trails and long boring stake outs, the part of the job Damion loved came into play: The bust. Damion had a thirst for getting the bad guys, watching them try and flee, knowing their asses were going down.

Only this time, Damion was in for the surprise. While checking the suspect building, he found a trap door. My, my, my, what do we have here? Damion thought. The Door led to a dank basement with a single light bulb dangling from the ceiling. The swaying light gave the room a surreal feeling. Thinking back to it gave Damion a chill down his spine.

Along the far wall, chained by both wrists, was a woman. She was small, barley 5’ 2.” She was thin and pale, most likely the whitest woman Damon had ever seen. Her tattered dress was soiled and ripped low, exposing on small white breast with a pale pink nipple that was almost as large as a dime, making a most interesting contrast. Her head hung down, giving Damion a view of pale gold hair, almost silver. It had been cropped short showing her elfin like ears.

Damn, I need a vacation, I’m starting to hallucinate here, Damion thought, as he approached the woman. With one large black hand he reached out and touched her chin, tilted her head back, and checked her vital signs. He figured that she was physically alright. Large round light grey eyes stared back at him out of a tiny round face with a button nose and soft pink lips. A single tear drop clung to her eyelash.

She couldn’t have been more than 21. She had an angelic look on her dirt streaked face. They stared at each other for what seemed a lifetime. “Don’t hurt me,” she pleaded, her low voice trembling.

Back in his bed recapping events, Damion sighed as the whiskey burned its way down his throat. Mister gotta be a nice guy, fuckin’ great, he whispered to himself. Now the girl, Fay was her name, was in his home, a witness under his personal protection, and he was at a loss as to what to do with her.

Chapter 2

When Damion woke the next morning Fay was already up, making him pancakes. She jumped, almost dropping the plate when Damion entered the room. “Oh, sorry,” she said, “I made you breakfast, I hope you don’t mind.” Fay hung her head and nervously shifted her weight from foot to foot. She still had on the T-shirt he had given her last night after her ruined clothes had been taken away for forensic evidence. The T-shirt reached just above her knees, which gave her a waif like appearance.

“Hmmmm,” Damion grunted his approval at this look, sat down and started digging in to the escort mecidiyeköy food. Fay stood and watched him eat, his hearty appetite giving her a feeling of usefulness.

Damion was not a conventionally handsome man by any means. He was tall, bald with silver hoop earrings, and his thick neck and large shoulders gave him a bull like appearance. He wore only a pair of faded jeans and a tight vest that showed off his washboard stomach and large biceps. With his high cheekbones, flared nostrils and eyes that appeared to be as black as the night sky, he had a savage, almost brutal look. Totally masculine, he was man who oozed a primal sexuality that came across in everything from his walk to his stare. He was a man that made women melt.

Suddenly, he felt Fay staring intently at him. Damion froze. Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet hers. She looked awestruck, her face giving out a mass of conflicting messages: fear, admiration and lust among them. Fay herself felt like a deer caught in the headlights of a car as she stood rooted to the spot, with a slow blush crawling up her face. She suddenly bolted into the haven of her temporary bedroom.

Oh God, Fay thought, what on earth had possessed her to stare at this man, practically drooling on him. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. After all, he was a black man; not the kind of man you would want to take your virginity.… would you? She knew she would have to tread lightly; Damion was not a man to play games with.

When Fay finally ventured from her room, Damion had left. All day long thoughts of Damion would intrude on her: Damion leaning over getting a beer from the fridge….Damion holstering his gun…..Damion stretching his long body like a sleek panther.

Damn, she was acting like some bitch in heat. A warm sensation pooled between her legs with every thought of Damion. Fay squeezed her legs together, trying to will her feelings away. The day stretched long as she both dreaded and longed for his return.

Around midnight, and one cold supper later, Fay fell asleep listening for Damion to return.

Chapter 3

Damion stayed away until he was sure that Fay would be asleep. He decided to find a nice white boy cop to take Fay off his hands. They had talked a little, and he knew she had been abused and kept prisoner. He knew her abuse wasn’t sexual, and had a sneaking hunch Fay was still a virgin. But damned if he was gonna ask her. The problem was that in the back of his mind he really wanted to find out the hard way. Fuck man, Damion thought, I do not need this complication in my life.

Dog tired, he stripped naked and crawled into his bed and was asleep within seconds.

Damion was harshly woken by the sound of Fay screaming. What the fuck? He was up and running instantly, reacting to a noise like a wailing banshee ripping through the apartment. Damion could feel the pain in her cries.

When he got to her, Fay was thrashing around wildly in her bed. She was crying and trying to escape the tormentor in her mind. Damion pulled her close, holding her tight. “Hush baby girl, you’re alright Fay, ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya, Damion’s here,” he crooned softly in her ear. As Fay calmed down, Damion became aware of the state of her undress, of the T-shirt riding up her thighs, and her tight little bare ass on escort beylikdüzü his naked lap.

Fay came too with a feeling of incredible security, and warmth. Damion’s big arms encircled her, holding her on his lap. The warm feeling between her thighs was back. Suddenly Fay knew Damion was the one to truly make her a woman.

Damion‘s lips brushed Fay’s forehead as she turned her tear streaked face to his. Her soft lips slightly parted, and she darted her tongue out to wet her lips. Fay squirmed, working her ass deeper into Damion’s lap.

“Girl, if you don’t sit still…” Damion growled.

“Please Damion,” she pleaded. This was all it took for Damion to realize he was losing control. With another low growl he lowered his head, taking Fays lips in his, slowly exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands caressed her hips and across her thighs. Damion rubbed across her flat belly and up the arch of her back, exploring her body with his hands as his tongue worked in her mouth.

“Wait just a sec, I want to see you,“ Damion said. He walked to the far side of the room and flipped on the light switch. Fay gasped. Damion’s cock was about 9 inches long, and very thick. The large chocolate weapon stood at full attention; the veins seemed to pulse with life before Fay’s very eyes. The head glistened with pre-cum, which seemed to draw added attention to the silver piercing in his cock’s large bulging head. His balls were shaved as clean as the head on his shoulders.

Damion moved to a recliner in the corner of the room, and sat down. “Come to me Fay,” he rumbled low in his throat. Fay stood unsure and nervous, a plethora of emotions playing across her face. Damion waited patiently as she read the naked desire in his eyes.

Slowly, Fay lifted the oversized T-shirt over her head; letting it hit the floor. There stood Fay in all her glory, her tiny breasts with their pointed pink nipples standing erect. A spray of light freckles covered her chest. Her frame was small, yet willowy. There was soft, silver down lightly covering her wet pussy. A large pink clit poked out of her lips, looking like a tiny cock ripe for the plucking.

Fay made her way towards Damion, more of a glide than a walk, with a sensual sway of her hips. She stopped between his legs. Damion reached up, running his hand through her thick hair falling down around down along her jaw. Fay’s lips parted and her eyes closed as her head lolled back. Damion fed her two of his fingers. With a tiny moan Fay licked and sucked wantonly on his large black fingers.

Withdrawing his fingers from Fay’s wet mouth, he trailed them down her chin then her throat, until coming in contact with her erect nipples. Fay’s eyes few open with Damion’s touch to her young breasts. The cool air and his hot damp touch caused a reaction Fay had never felt before. Damion pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“Do you like that Fay?” Damion asked, lust written large in his voice. Fay whimpered in response. “Do you want me to suck your little tits Fay?” “Tell me what you want?”

“Umm, yes, please suck my tits….Damion, please.”

“Such a polite little girl,” replied Damion, as he feasted on her pert nipples. Damion licked and sucked Fay breasts, feeding on her, savoring the texture and taste of her firm young glistening escort esenyurt flesh. “Put your foot on the arm of the chair!” ordered Damion. Fay lifted her foot to the arm of the chair and leaned forward. Damion placed one large black hand on the inside of Fay’s creamy white thigh and lifted. When Fay rose into the air, Damion grabbed her other thigh with his other hand. Fay squealed as Damion raised her body and spread her legs.

She fell to the wall for balance. As Damion held her in the air above his head, he brought her pussy within inches of his face. Damion inhaled her musky scent. For one moment he just blew his warm breath onto her drenched pussy. Fay gasped as warmth seemed to run down her stomach to her twitching pussy.

Damion put the tip of his tongue against Fay’s asshole. She sighed at the liquid warm feeling. Slowly, Damion ran his tongue up around her hungry pussy, parting her lips with his tongue; tasting her oh so sweet pussy juices. With one fluid motion he reached her clit. He gently took it between his teeth and nibbled.

“Ohhh yes, feels so good,” Fay panted. Damion sucked and chewed Fay’s clit. She squirmed as much as she could in such a tenuous position. He moved his tongue to part Fay’s swollen pussy lips and fucked her with his mouth. In and out he stabbed. Fay was moaning and panting.

“Argghhh, God, I‘m cumming,” Fay cried. Damion moved back to Fay’s clit and sucked hard through her powerful orgasm. Fay shuddered and twitched, slumping against the wall.

Not waiting for Fay to recover, Damion held her waist and lifted her in his powerful hands, before lowering her, and impaling her on his massive cock in one smooth motion. Fay screamed as his massive cock pushed and tore through her virgin barrier. She had the sensation of being ripped in two.

Damn, Damion thought, she is so tight. The entry, though well lubed with her juices was also painful for Damion. Never before had he been in such a tight pussy. Such sweet pain! Damion stopped, holding Fay is his tight embrace.

“Shhh, it’s ok baby,” he said, “just wait.” After a moment or two the pain abated, and pleasure once again started to fill Fay. She sighed and timidly moved. Her feelings intensified.

This was what Damion had been waiting for. Slowly, he lifted Fay up until only the massive head of his cock remained in her pussy. Then he lowered her back down onto his impressive length. Fay felt as if she had been refilled to overflowing. Gradually, Damion increased his tempo.

“Fuck me.…God yes.… Fuck me with that big black cock,” Fay panted. Damion’s biceps flexed as he lifted Fay; fucking himself with her, again and again. Tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure washed over Fay until she was screaming with orgasm.

Damion continued to pump Fay on his large cock as she came twice more. Suddenly Damion withdrew from her pussy and lowered Fay to the floor between his knees.

“I’m gonna cum, suck my cock,” he ordered. Fay wrapped her mouth around the large pierced head and sucked. She could only take four inches in her mouth. Swirling her tongue, she paid homage to the wonderful black phallus. Simultaneously, both her tiny hands jacked the rest of his massive cock.

Damion’s cock seemed to grow even bigger at Fay ministering. He fucked Fays face.

“I’m cummin, suck my cock with your little white mouth, aarggghh.” Damion blew a wad into Fay’s mouth. Fay withdrew as Damion’s cum splashed over her face, and dripped down her chin.

Damion slowly pulled Fay to him, and gently kissed her, tasting a combination of pussy juice, blood, and both their cum on Fay s tongue.

Fuck the idea about moving her onto a white boy, Damion thought. Fay ain’t goin’ anywhere!

My name is Sarah and my boyfriend’s name is Mitch. Most of the time I sleep over with him, and now that I have college classes in the afternoons, I workout with my old High School track coach in the mornings. His name is Jimmy. All through HS I fantasized about fucking him and his big black cock, and I he made it clear more than once that he would like to tap me. He is 31 (to my 20), about 5’10”, with light brown skin and baby blue eyes framed in the most beautiful lashes I’ve ever known a man to have.

Jimmy and I are down in the High School weight room, he’s fiddling with the stereo and I’m stretching out. He’s around the corner, so I’m not being really self conscious about how I look. I’m laying on my back, one leg stretched out across my body, trying to stretch my thigh and lower back muscles. The music begins and I hum along with it — a gangsta rap type. I stand up and move over to a bench no taller than my knees. I still don’t see Jimmy, so I continue my stretches. I lean over at the waist, legs spread out past shoulder width, and put my hands on the bench. It’s surprisingly cool, considering I was already sweating from the density of the air. I close my eyes and feel my muscles lengthen and tighten, reveling in the pleasure/pain the stretching causes. Then I felt hands on my hips, dangerously close to my ass cheeks.

“You need to keep your legs still,” Jimmy’s voice to my ears sounded like caramel.

“Oh…okay.” I replied, my voice dusky with sudden desire. He stepped away and I straightened my legs, continuing to stretch, trying to keep then still and straight. They were sore, though, so they weren’t wanting to keep straight.

“Here…” he said, kneeling behind me. His hands grazed my calves before resting on me, one on the front of my knee, the other on the back of my upper thigh. I was vividly aware that this position put his hand and eyes close to my crotch. My creeping shorts didn’t help, either, and the line between my thigh and ass was almost visible. The most horrifying part, though, was that I hadn’t worn any underwear. Coming from Mitch’s house, I had used up all my clean underwear and, having no time to go home before my workout, had just decided it wouldn’t hurt anyone for me to go commando. That was the WRONG decision. I was wet, and I knew at that close range he was going to be able to smell my need. I already could. His hands switched to the other leg, hands on the same places.

“This one’s really tight,” he said, and pushed on my thigh muscle, moving it up and down. This succeeded in moving my shorts ever escort etiler so farther north. I could feel the air hit the bottom of my ass and I clenched my cheeks in response.

“Does that hurt?” he asked, worriedly.

“No,” I responded. “It feels amazing.” I knew that was going to far. “Amazing” is not how you describe the feeling of tension being worked out of muscles to a trainer. He moved back to the other side and did the same massaging pressure.

“That’s why you couldn’t stretch well,” he said. “Your muscles are in knots.”

“Oh,” I said, distractedly. At this point I could concentrate on only his hands. He was working my inner thigh muscles now and every so often would accidently brush the crotch of my shorts. I felt gloriously relaxed and terribly tied up.

“Why don’t you go into the training room and lay down on the table,” he said, standing. ” I’m not going to get anything out of you until your muscles are relaxed.” He stood up all the way and as he turned, I felt his hand cup my ass. I stood quickly to look at him, but he was already moving in the other direction.

“Okay,” I said, moving toward the room. I was suddenly unsure of whether or not he had actually done that. I looked at him as he went to turn the music up. I wasn’t sure. I stepped into the room, up to the table and lay on my stomach, folding my arms under my head as a cushion. Jimmy stepped into the room and shut the door. A spark of excitement shot through me before I realized there was an A/C unit in the room and a sign next to the door asking people to keep it shut; he didn’t do it for privacy. He walked across the room and stood next to the table, looking down at me.

“Tell me if it hurts,” he said.

“I will, Jimmy.” I replied.

He started with my upper back, hands digging in and moving up and down in a rhythmic way. I was sweaty, though, and I felt him struggle to do a decent job with an unruly piece of cloth hindering him. Wet cotton wasn’t really conducive to a good rub-down.

“If this makes you uncomfortable, tell me, but I really can’t do a good job with your shirt on,” said Jimmy. “Would you take it off for the rubdown?”

“Um…sure,” I said, slipping off the shirt. It wasn’t like I was looking or smelling good at this point anyway. I wouldn’t have to worry about him getting turned on. I lay back down and closed my eyes. His hands began working again; slow, deep circles across my back and shoulders. His fingers kept getting caught on my sportsbra, but I knew escort nişantaşı he would never ask for it to come off, too. So I made a sudden decision.

“Here,” I said, lifting myself up. “You’re not getting anywhere like this.” I sat up on my knees and took the bra off over my head.

“There,” I said, laying back down. “Now try.” He continued his silence as his hands went back to work. It felt wonderful. His hands were working out all the hurt and soreness in my muscles. I let myself relax and enjoy it. Making circles with his hands he moved from shoulder to spine, spine to sides, sides to hips, and hips to the elastic on my shorts. He didn’t even ask this time, he just took them off. When I discovered what he was trying to do, I helped him by lifting my hips and legs, heart racing all the while. I heard his intake of breath when he discovered I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Um….yeah….I….uh…” I stuttered, forgetting momentarily how to speak English. Finally I recovered my head. “I didn’t have any clean at Mitch’s. Sorry.”

He didn’t say anything or move for what seemed like ages. Finally his hands started moving again. “Don’t be sorry,” he whispered. His hands started where they had left, the bottom of my back, moving softly over my dents and the top of my ass. It was so light, but I was hideously aware of it. They moved slowly down my cheeks, tentatively roving across the peach mounds with only fingertips. I had goosebumps. It was utterly delicious. His fingers caressed, ever so slightly, the crack of my ass, tracing downward toward the warm center of my body. I wanted him to feel me there, see how wet he had made me with just his hands. I parted my legs slightly, inviting him in with my body’s language. He hesitated for a moment, seemingly deciding what to do. I pushed my ass up slightly to meet his hand, giving him a guilt-free taste of what I wanted him to have. He stayed there a moment, but pulled away. I lowered myself back to the table, preparing for the rub-down to be over.

“Turn over.”

The command was jarring. His voice was solid and even, the exact opposite of how I was feeling. I hesitated, my heart and mind running a race.

“Turn. Over.” it was not a suggestion. I turned over, careful to do it away from him. I lay down, legs slightly spread, eyes shut tight. There was a moment after I stopped moving that I heard him move, then I felt again his warm hands on me. They started on my upper chest, using again the relaxing circles. My tightly escort kağıthane strung body started once more to relax. I almost forgot that I was naked. Then he moved his hands lower. He used his fingertips and traced the top of my tits, circled my nipples, making them throb and harden. I let out a small moan-whisper of pleasure. His hands then cupped my breasts, feeling their weight and texture, then finally his mouth found where they led.

It was amazing. My back arched up to press my breast into his mouth, forcing him to hold me. His hands burned like fire on my skin, and I cried out. I had never been so close to orgasm without genital stimulation before.

“Jimmy…” I whispered. His head moved to the other breast, treating it with the same gentle pressure as the first. He lifted up and gently trailed his fingers down my stomach. My abs clenched and pelvis lifted as it dragged lower, lower… It met the first lengths of my pubic hair. Realizing this, I felt sheepish. I had let my normally bald pussy grow a bit. I opened my eyes.

“I didn’t know…” I tried to explain. I was interrupted immediately by a pair of lips cavorting on my own. My eyes closed once again. He opened his mouth, I opened my legs. I gave him my tongue, he gave me his fingers.

“Oooohhh…” I moaned into his mouth. “Jimmy…Jimmy…Jimmy…” became my mantra. I was so wet, so needy. His fingers inside me – it was like nothing I’d felt before. I had him, but it wasn’t quenching my sex-thirst — it was making me only needier. Our mouths were melded together, and I needed more of him than a finger. I needed him. Inside me. I pulled him down on top of me, happy to find that he had discarded all his clothes as well.

“PLEASE, JIMMY!” He found the place between my thighs and speared inside me. It was like lightning. I bucked up under him, wrapping my legs around his hips, taking each of his thrusts as deep inside me as possible. I needed him. Our kisses didn’t match the rhythm of our thrusts — they drove it. His tongue inside my mouth was like quicksilver, alternately thrusting and rolling on mine. I could feel my orgasm rising, so I drove my heels into his ass, pushing him further and harder into me.

“OOOh FUCK!” I screamed as I came. My body clenched tight around him and my hands groped for his flesh. My hips bucked and I buried my face into his neck. I felt his growl of release rather than heard it, “Grrrrrr…OH!” He pushed himself inside me, deep, one last time, then collapsed on top of me. We lay there for minutes, breathing heavily, sweat pouring off of us. He leaned up on one arm, looked down at me, and kissed me one more time.

“I think you’ve had enough of a workout today,” he said, face sober as stone.

“Is that so?” I asked. He nodded. “Well, I don’t!” I said, and pulled him back down on me once more.’

Needless to say, workouts were never the same after that.

Judith had asked me to her place for dinner one evening. She enjoyed cooking and was very good at it. She prepared a chicken dish, asparagus, baked potatoes and a salad. Jazz diva Frankye Kelly played softly on the stereo. The conversation varied from news of the day, including sports (Judith was a men’s tennis fan), to movies we had seen or wanted to see. Judith was wearing white leggings and a loose fitting denim shirt. She had two buttons open which revealed her beautiful mocha colored cleavage. Judith was a large girl and this description also applied to her tits. During the course of the meal, my gaze occasionally drifted from her eyes to the great valley below. It was a magnificent sight and one that I enjoyed immensely.

“What are you looking at?”

“Your boobs,” I replied. She slightly turned her head and rolled her eyes in mock ire, but with a self satisfied smile.

“I don’t understand why you find them so fascinating. They are just two mounds of flesh.”

“But they are beautiful mounds of flesh. Breasts are just what I find appealing. I can’t explain it, but I know what I like. You tell me I have beautiful hands. What’s the difference? You appreciate one particular body part of mine,” said I.

“Your hands give me great pleasure,” Judith informed me as she leaned forward slightly to give me a better view.

“Judith, your breasts give me great pleasure and I am an unrepentant breast man.”

“At least you know who you are, Joe.”

“Yes I do,” I replied with a smile. This banter actually gave me a hard on. As we finished our meal the repartee drifted back to nominal subjects and my erection subsided for the time being. Judith got up and began to clear the table when she bent over to pick up a dish. This gave me a view completely through the space between her tits and out the bottom of the shirt. “No bra?”

“Since we’re not going out I decided to let the girls be free,” she said. She would never go bra less in public, but when she relaxed at home the garment was often forgone.

I helped her with the dishes and shortly she was cleaning the sink to finish the job. I stood in the kitchen door and leaned on the jam and watched her in the act of scrubbing. I thought to myself, “I really want to fuck her, NOW!” I fantasized escort şişli for a couple of minutes, became stiff and made my move. I strode up behind her, put my arms around her from behind and took each breast in one of my hands. Simultaneously, I kissed and bit her neck. She was at first startled, but she recovered and leaned back into me as I ground my rock hard cock against her ass. I looked over her shoulder while she turned off the water to see a big smile on her face. She reached behind herself and pulled at the back of my neck to draw me closer. I continued to bite and kiss her neck as I kneaded her tits and rubbed my dick against her butt.

“Oh my, you really attacked me,” Judith said.

“Yes, I decided that I had to have you.”

“Mmm, so forceful and demanding, Joe.”

“Judith, I can not wait to take you.” Judith removed my hands from her breasts and turned to embrace me.

“Well, Joe, do you want to do it here in the kitchen?”

“Yeah, why not.”

“Why not, indeed.” She offered her lips up to mine and we kissed deeply. Our tongues did the dance of lust. My hands caressed her backside from her shoulder blades to her ass. I grabbed each of her buns and pulled her nether regions towards me. Judith sighed she rubbed her pussy on my leg. She ran her hands down my back and into my trousers to rub and grab my cheeks. I felt electricity from my heels to the tip of my dick as I humped Judith with my engorged manhood. I pulled back from her and bent over to put my face between her tits and kissed the inside surface of each of them alternatively. She breathed deeply then pulled my head to her chest. Judith reached up and unbuttoned her shirt and exposed her great boobs. I pulled back to savor the sight.

“Such a lovely view,” I said.

“Thank you,” with a smile. I took her right nipple in my mouth and began to suck. Judith tilted her head back and moaned as she held to me to keep from falling. I switched my attention to the other one which produced similar results. I began to rub her ample belly, which rendered more sounds of contentment from her. I slipped my right hand into the front of her britches, inside her panties and cupped her pussy. Her legs quivered while the sounds of escort çapa desire emanated from her. She leaned against me and put her right arm around my shoulders for support. I fingered her clit and pussy. She buttressed herself against me due to the weakness of her legs. I probed her with my finger. Judith’s cunt was built differently from those of other women I have fucked. Normally, in this position I would expect my finger to be more or less perpendicular to the floor. However, it felt like it was parallel. “Ooooh, Joe, it feels so good.”

I removed my finger from her and took her in my arms and we kissed deeply again. She moved back some and began to rub the length of my cock through my clothes. “Uh, uh, uh,” I groaned with each stroke of her hand.

“Joe, it’s so big and hard!”

“Um, hm.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and caressed my chest and belly. I sighed with enjoyment. Judith then began to unbuckle and unzip my pants. Soon they, along with my boxers, were around my ankles and my dick stood at attention, pointed in her direction. She took it in her hand and pumped it a few times as she looked in my eyes. “Let’s get rid of these clothes,” she said.

“OK.”

After we finished removing them, Judith came over to me and seductively rubbed her titties on my torso. If I could have gotten harder I would have. “My breasts give you great pleasure, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I know what else gives you great pleasure.” With that she got down on her knees, looked me in the eye for a moment and then opened her mouth and began to suck my dick, ever so slowly and sensually. After a minute she released it from her mouth and said, “I’m Joe’s little slut, you know.”

“And a great little slut I might add.”

“Um hmm,” she mumbled through and mouth full of cock.

“Uh, oh, aaagh,” was all I could manage as she continued to give me the quality head to which I had become accustomed. The sight of my white penis whilst it slipped in and out of her beautiful brown face was like we starred in our personal porno flick. “Judith, you’re such a slut. Only really bad girls do what you are doing now.”

“Um hmm,” from her again. She continued to play the skin flute accompanied by my sighs of gratification. escort bahçeşehir “Let me get a condom. Stay right there,” she said and scurried to the bedroom. When she got back she returned to her knees and sucked me again for a short time. She freed my cock from her mouth, unwrapped the rubber and slipped it on. She gave me a few strokes, then stood up to embrace and give me a passionate kiss.

“OK, baby, bend over the table.”

“Sir, what are your intentions?” she coyly questioned.

“I intend to have my way with you.”

“All right,” she smiled. Judith turned around and bent over her table and reached for the opposite side. When standing up her ass did not look really sexy, but she stretched out nicely in this position. I began to rub her ass, legs and pussy from behind. He rear end undulated as she cooed.

“How does this make you feel?” I asked.

“Nasty and slutty, deliciously so,” she replied. I began to finger her cunt, first with one finger then two. Her coos became gasps as her hips bucked. “Put your penis in me, now!” she demanded.

“So, wanton,” I observed.

“Yes, Joe. I’m a wanton whore and I’m all yours. It’s all yours.”

“And I intend to take it because it is mine.”

“Oh, yeeees,” she exclaimed when I slipped the head of my dick into her. I entered her to the base of my cock and hesitated momentarily to savor the feeling of my schlong totally pussy encased. I began fucking with a slow rhythm. Judith sighed as my balls slapped against her. I slowed to a stop and she took the opportunity to back her cunt onto me.

“Judith, you are a complete slut, because you need me inside you so badly,” I whispered

“Yes I am, baby.”

“Only a real slut bends over like this to have sex.”

“It true, its true,” she agreed. I resumed my stroke and picked up the pace. “Ah, ah ahh,” she grunted as I pounded her pussy. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuuuck meee!” she panted. “Ohhh, AHHHH,” she screamed into the crook of her arm to muffle the sound. I grabbed one cheek of her ass in each hand and pulled her back as I thrust into her. “Oh, god, yes, yes, fuck me fuck me, it feels so good!”

“I’m coming, baby, I’m coming,” I cried. “Uh, uh, uhh,” I yammered as my dick twitched. “Judith, Judith, oh, baby, baby!” I had stopped fucking and just let the wave of orgasm engulf me. I stood still inside her as she lay across the table.

“Are you OK,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” was all I could manage. I came back to my senses and pulled out of her. She raised up, turned around and we held each other, there in the kitchen.

THE END

“Where are you?” the voice on the other end of the phone asked in that voice and was so soothing yet so persuasive, like a teenage Barry White who reeked of self-confidence.

“New Canaan,” I said nervously, not believing that I had driven almost 4 hours this morning to get where I was now, on the shoulder of a highway just over the New York border in Connecticut.

“Getting close, Marie,” Blaine said. “Write this down.”

I scribbled obediently as Blaine gave me directions, and after he asked whether I got it all down or not, the phone went dead. Looking at what I had written, I realized that I still had a bit of driving to do.

That would give me plenty of time to change my mind. Turn around. No big deal. It was a nice fall day and had been a nice drive, so all I had to do was turn around and go back home.

Go back home, Marie, I told myself. Go back to where you belonged. Go home instead of following the whims of some guy less than half your age, you silly old fool. Driving all this way just to meet a guy who might not even exist, or if he did would probably not be anything like I had fantasized about.

I drove on, following the instructions until I found myself on a very urban street in a very run-down part of the city. It looked scary even from the safety of my car, and when I saw the bar that I was to meet Blaine at, I cringed.

Old beer signs were barely visible through the grimy windows in the front of the Crystal Palace, which was nothing like the name implied. It looked more like a building waiting to be condemned, with wire screens on all of the glass in front and a large sign that covered the front door.

NO GUNS NO DRUGS OR WEAPONS OF ANY KIND!

A shiver went down my spine as I looked at the warning from inside my car. What kind of place has to warn you about things like that? This was a far cry from “No shirt no shoes no service”, to be sure.

I dialed Blaine’s number, ready to tell him to come outside to meet me, but the line was busy. I tried again, and again, and as I kept the car idling outside the front of the bar my kidneys started reminding me that it had been a long ride.

“Damn!” I said to the phone after getting yet another busy signal, knowing that Blaine probably knew I was calling him.

Finally, I jumped out of the car and went up to the front door, needing to at least use the bathroom. All around me were reminders that I was a fish out of water, as suspicious eyes looked at the 57 year old white woman who looked every bit as nervous as she was.

I couldn’t see inside from where I was, which made me even more nervous, but I really had to go, so I flung the door open and stepped in. The aroma of stale beer brought back memories of my college days, but the bar was so dimly lit that it took me a moment until my eyes adjusted from the bright outside.

A familiar voice blared from the TV at the end of the bar. Judge Mathis. There were three men sitting at the bar and one behind, and when I stepped inside they all turned to face me. I figured that they didn’t get too many folks like me in this establishment, so the fact that my arrival raised eyebrows was no surprise.

“Uh – can I use your rest room?” I asked in a voice that warbled like a loon’s.

The man behind the bar was talking on a cellphone and nodded, making a gesture toward the rear of the bar, and I nodded while moving quickly toward the room that had a faded LADIES sign on the door. Someone had thoughtfully added BITCHES underneath it, while a reference to Ho’s right under that.

I had to go so bad that I ignored the graffiti and walked into a bathroom that I hoped would be a little nicer than the bar it was located in. My hopes were dashed when I saw the ancient fixtures that had seen both better and cleaner days, but when you gotta go – you go.

Hiking my skirt up to my waist, I was happy that I had followed Blaine’s instructions and had not worn panties as I straddled the antique china bowl and let loose. The torrent of urine that exploded out of me was so loud I figured that the guys at the bar must have heard the splattering. Either that, or Judge Mathis must have reamed some knucklehead out at the same time, because the guffaws that accompanied my peeing came right through the wall.

At least there was toilet paper, although the soap dispenser was empty, forcing me to wash my hands as best I could in the grubby sink that only provided cold water.

“Why are you doing this, Marie?”

I asked myself that as I looked at my reflection in the cracked mirror in front of me. How desperate have you become? How obsessed with this young man are you that you would drive all morning and follow his directions to this hole-in-the-wall? Crystal Palace? More like the gates of hell, and now I steeled myself before going out to face the patrons of this establishment, most of which were about my age.

I escort bağcılar stepped out into the bar area, not exactly sure about what I was supposed to do, and fumbled into my pocketbook for my phone in hopes that Blaine would pick up when I called this time.

“Yo!” the bartender called out, gesturing me over to the bar, where a rocks glass full of a rich amber was positioned in between two hulking black guys who looked at the glass with even more enthusiasm than they did me.

“I’m supposed to – uh – meet someone here, I think,” I said to the bartender, who was a heavy set middle aged guy with salt and pepper hair and a face that reminded me of the guy that fought Rocky in the first movie.

“Jack,” he said as he nodded toward the glass. “Blaine said you’d like it.”

“Blaine?” I asked, confused for a second.

“Here,” the barkeep replied, handing me the phone over the aged wooden bar that was older than both of us combined, and would look real nice if it was refinished. Like me, I said to myself.

“Hello?”

“Marie, my love,” the familiar voice exclaimed. “You made it.”

“Blaine? Where are you?”

“Close Marie,” Blaine said. “You’re getting warm. How do you like the Palace?”

“Um… okay,” I lied as the guy to my right checked out my backside without comment.

“You like Jack Daniels, right?” Blaine asked.

“Uh – yeah, I guess,” I answered, not mentioning that I liked some Coke with it – a whole lot of cola.

“Drink up dear,” Blaine cheerfully replied. “Say hello to Dwight.”

“Dwight?” I asked.

“The proprietor,” Blaine informed me, and when I looked up the Carl Weathers look-alike grinned like he knew what Blaine was saying. “He’s the man that’s going to try you out.”

“What?”

“What you’re going to do is hand Dwight the phone, and then finish your drink. Have another Jack if you want. Just don’t have too many or else – you see that pool table by the wall?”

“Yes?”

“A sweet thing like you gets drunk in that bar might find themselves with their ass on the felt while everybody in the joint fucks her silly. That sound good to you?”

“God no,” I said, shuddering at the thought.

“Word to the wise. Now hand Dwight the phone and then follow him back to the kitchen. That’s the room at the other end of the bar. The one with the swinging doors on it. You see it?”

“Yes.”

“Well, you’re going to go back there and suck Dwight’s cock.”

“What… I am not!” I exclaimed, the shock in my voice getting too much attention.

“You are. You’re going to suck Dwight’s cock and like it.”

“What – exactly what do you think I am?” I asked with all the indignity I could muster.

“I think we both know the answer to that, Marie,” Blaine said in a voice that was the exact opposite of mine in tone and texture. “Go ahead. Dwight’s a nice guy. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it. Now hand him the phone.”

My shaking hand brought the phone over the bar to the owner, and after this Dwight took it from my I grabbed the glass and downed it in one swallow, causing the guys around me to chuckle as one.

“Be glad to buy you another one of them, little lady,” the guy next to me said, and I shook my head no as the other guys also offered me refills.

“Go back home, Marie,” I said softly to myself as the bourbon burned through my body.

Across the way, Dwight was talking to Blaine as he moved along the bar toward the rear of the room. Toward the aged swinging doors that looked like they belonged on the entrance of one of those saloons in a western, and now he was turning and motioning me to follow.

Dwight cursed at the guys at the bar, warning them not to help themselves as he held the one side of the door open for me.The room we were in was a kitchen, or at least used to be. Now cluttered with supplies, the room was a landing spot for junk.

“Blaine wants to know if you did what he told you to do,” Dwight asked, and when I shrugged my shoulders in confusion he clarified for me. “Wants me to check to make sure you ain’t wearin’ nothing underneath that stuff you got on. Lift the sweater.”

“Here?” I asked, looking over the top of the swinging doors at the bar area, where Judge Mathis was being ignored by the three guys who were all looking towards us.

Dwight nodded, and I found myself taking the bottom of my sweater in my hands under the bartender’s watchful eye, while he held the phone between his shoulder and his ear.

Blaine had told me not to wear undergarments of any kind, and I had felt strange not wearing a brassiere, even under a bulky sweater that hid what little I had. Exposing my shortcomings like this to a total stranger was humiliating, and he chuckled when I raised the sweater up above my sad little breasts.

“They ain’t much,” Dwight was chirping into the phone escort merter as his hand moved toward my breasts, and I felt the color rise in my face as I heard his crude but accurate assessment of my bosom. “But these nipples are sure fine – what? She does?”

Dwight’s fingers were cold as he grabbed my nipples roughly, taking the fat bullets and turning them like they were the knobs of a short wave radio, causing me to gasp in response.

“Blaine says you like the puppies treated rough,” Dwight told me as he lifted my banana boobs by the nipples, pulling the pliant tit-flesh straight out, much like they had been in my much younger days.

“Ahhh!” I cried out, and from the bar area laughter erupted at my response to Dwight’s manhandling of my breasts.

My nipples burned when he let go of them, and I instinctively reached up and cupped them in my palms as the stinging subsided, but Dwight was not waiting for me to recover.

“Your skirt – hike it up so’s I can see your pussy,” he declared, and as I did I leaned back against what used to be an ice-making machine, cringing as I found myself doing what the bartender demanded.

“Yeah, she’s got hair on it,” Dwight said into the phone as I felt his hand running through the fur. “Not a lot though – let me see here.”

“Oh shit – you were right my man,” Dwight cackled into the phone loud enough for the peanut gallery to hear. “Lady did like them titties roughed up. Her pussy is wet as hell!”

I whimpered as I felt the bony black index finger slide into my pussy, which was every bit as wet as he had described, and his deeply probing digit made it ever wetter as I squirmed helplessly.

“Get back to you later,” Dwight told Blaine before clicking his phone shut. “Marie and me here, we got to be taking care of business now.”

I was standing there frozen, still holding my skirt and sweater up, watching as Dwight pulled down his zipper and reached into his trousers, pulling out his flaccid penis. He stretched the mocha-toned organ a couple of times while nodding for me to get down on my knees.

The floor of this kitchen was ever more filthy than the bathroom’s had been, and the bartender reached over and grabbed a piece of cardboard, tossing it down on the cracked linoleum in front of him in a gesture that at least suggested kindness.

“Don’t want those cute white knees getting all dirty,” Dwight said, putting his free hand on my shoulder to help ease me down.

The laughter from those guys out in bar told me that they could see what was going on underneath the bottom of the swinging doors – how loud could three men laugh, I wondered? Maybe there were more guys out there now? Perhaps this had become a community event. Look at the old white lady kneeling on the floor in front of the bartender.

Dwight’s cock – he was wiggling the limp circumcised dick in my face, beckoning me to take it from him. My hand was visibly shaking as I reached up for it in slow motion, my head spinning as I tried to justify what I was doing.

It’s okay, Marie, I kept telling myself. You used to do this all the time back in college. None of these people know you, and you’ll never see them again. His cock isn’t THAT big. Not all that much bigger than what you’re used to. Lean forward. Open your mouth.

Dwight’s cock was incredibly rubbery and tasted like a cock does when it’s been trapped in shorts all day – musky and tart. My lips caressed the helmet of his member, my tongue swabbing around the underside before my mouth went down the shaft.

The cold metal of Dwight’s zipper hit my face as I leaned into him, and he yelled out at somebody at the bar to do something for him while he undid his slacks, getting his clothing out of the way. Now my face was leaning into the tight curls above his dick, and my chin was being scraped my the coarseness of the hairs on his balls, but not for long.

As his cock stiffened and lengthened, the tip of his organ began poking against the back of my throat, forcing me to let my mouth slide further up the tool while my fist grabbed the base of the shaft.

“Blondie gonna take care of all of us?” asked a gruff voice from the other side of the doors.

“Get the fuck out of here,” Dwight said. “Don’t be botherin’ the lady.”

“Lady?” the voice bellowed as I watched his feet under the door. “Don’t look like no lady from here.”

He was right. What was I doing? Allowing myself to be used like this? Sucking on a stranger’s cock like it was a lollipop – an increasingly long cock which I was only able to get halfway down now.

I wanted to get this over with so I tried to make him cum fast, but Dwight had other ideas. He lifted his cock and told me to lick his balls. My tongue lapped obediently at his sweaty nuts while he tapped his dick on the top of my head.

Taking his cock back escort fatih into my mouth, I began to work on it feverishly, my fist spinning on the base of the shaft while my mouth went up and down the rest of his stiff member as fast I could, my slurping sounds so loud that they could probably hear out at the bar.

My head was throbbing as much as Dwight’s cock was, but I didn’t dare slow down. Please cum, I kept thinking. Make this end. How long have I been on my knees in this hell hole? Five – ten minutes? My knees said longer.

Dwight was now holding my head, fucking my skull as he thrust into my mouth as hard as I was going down on him. His flailing balls were slapping my throat on the downbeat as I kept waiting for him to cum.

Finally I heard Dwight groan – as did everybody else in the building – and my lips sensed the rush of his cum an instant before he began ejaculating into my mouth and throat, unleashing a staccato of semen so fast and hard that I almost gagged as I fought to keep swallowing.

When at last Dwight’s orgasm ended, he pulled his drained dick out of my mouth and pulled his pants up while I struggled to get upright. My knees were red and bore the imprints of the edges of the cardboard. I tried to rub some feeling into them as Dwight buckled up and grabbed his phone again.

“Is Blaine coming?” I asked, but Dwight held up his hand as he kept his phone conversation going.

“Yeah, we done,” Dwight said, looking at me with a knowing grin. “Not bad – not bad at all. She guzzled my sap like it was liquid gold. What? Oh, well you didn’t tell me that, motherfucker. Besides, I like it when they swallow it. Okay. Later.”

“Blaine’s mad,” Dwight explained. “He said he wanted me to pull out and cum all over your face. Fool didn’t tell me that.”

“Is Blaine coming?” I asked.

“Here? No. He’s gonna call you in a few, when you get back to your car,” Dwight said. “You know, that was some good cock-sucking there. You white women really know how to give head. Got a thing for black dicks, huh Marie?”

“I don’t – I don’t know.”

“If you want to do any of these guys, you can,” Dwight said before opening the swinging doors. “You can use this room.”

“No,” I said before going out to face what was now 5 men at the bar, and my ears burned as they let loose with applause along with derisive comments and suggestions.

I spun away from one of the men who stepped in front of me and made it to the door and out into the somewhat fresher air, practically running to my car and jumping in. I locked the doors and put my head on the steering wheel, trying to catch my breath and get my heart back into a regular rhythm, when my phone went off in my purse.

“Hello?”

“Marie!” said the chipper voice on the other end. “So how was it? How was your first taste of black cock?”

“Why did you make me do that?” I asked.

“I didn’t make you do anything. You wanted to. How was Dwight?”

“That place was disgusting.”

“It is that,” Blaine agreed. “I used to drink there back in my school days. So how was Dwight? His cock big enough for you?”

“I don’t care about that.”

“Sure you don’t,” Blaine roared. “So how big is my man? Not like I’m ever going to find out like you did. He’s bigger than your husband I assume?”

I don’t want to talk about…”

“So how much meat my man Dwight got?”

“I didn’t measure it,” I snapped.

“Come on. An experienced cocksucker like you doesn’t need a tape measure. Ten inches? A foot?”

“No,” I said wearily. “I don’t know. Seven – eight inches maybe.”

“Oh. Dwight’s got a teeny-weeny, huh?” Blaine said with a trace of pity in his voice. “Sorry. Well, you gotta start somewhere.”

“Where are you?” I asked. “I haven’t got much time. Have to start heading home before long.”

“You still want to see me?” Blaine asked.

“Yes,” I said, not adding that I wanted to see him now more than ever.

“Did you cum. Marie?” Blaine asked. “When you were sucking Dwight’s cock and all those guys at the bar were listening and yelling out stuff, did you cum? Did you have you hand between your legs? Were you fingering yourself?”

“No,” I said, but I knew that I would be very soon. “Blaine, I want to see you.”

“Not this time, Marie,” Blaine said.

“What do you mean?”

“Kinda busy right now, Marie,” Blaine declared. “Next time.”

“You mean you had me drive all this way for nothing?” I asked.

“I wouldn’t say it was for nothing,” Blaine said. “You got to experience your first black cock, and I’ll bet you got a story out of it too. Think how much better it would have been if he did what I told him to do and you came out of that kitchen with your face and hair covered with his spunk.”

“But you – when will I see you?”

“Soon Marie – soon,” Blaine responded. “Patience, grasshopper.”

I heard Blaine chuckling just before he hung up, and after staring at the phone I looked at the door of the Crystal Palace for a moment before starting the car and beginning the long drive home. I made it to the Taconic Parkway before pulling into a rest area and getting myself off without leaving the car.

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