The overly sweet violin music washed over me as I sat at the bar, waiting on my husband’s arrival. Even though it was Valentine’s Day, I wondered why a classy restaurant like this would resort to the syrupy Italian music that was so glaringly stereotypical of the day. I listened as the high notes of the violin strained in its attempt to pull romance from thin air. I took another sip of my drink and grimaced at the irony of it all. After all, the Italians did not have a monopoly on romance and sex.
I smiled at this thought as I shifted on the barstool. A cool breeze washed under my dress and tickled my upper thighs that lay naked above the elastic stays on my hose. Absentmindedly, I smoothed down my dress and felt the lace tops of my thigh highs as they hugged my upper legs. My shaven pussy throbbed at my touch as I looked toward the entrance, impatient for Danny’s arrival.
Danny was my husband of twenty-five years. Still fit and full of energy, he was everything a woman could ask for in a husband. That is, when he wasn’t working.
I silently chastised myself for this thought. Danny had built his own business from the ground up and that hard work had provided me and our children a very comfortable life. But, while that life was very much appreciated, it also had reduced our sex life to a paltry once or twice a week quickie. Many of my friends would find this more than enough, but, I had always enjoyed sex and felt myself longing for more.
As the kids had gone to school and left the nest, I felt my sexual urgings growing. I had always heard that women reach their sexual peak later in life. Well, I must have been the poster child for that theory. I thought about it more and more every day. Without the hectic day-to-day rushing about with the kids, I realized just how much our sex life had dwindled.
Without the kids around, my once guarded, conservative nature fell away. My morning routine still consisted of waking up and preparing breakfast for Danny. But, now that the rest of the day was mine alone, the rest of the day’s routine quickly changed. Instead of dressing and doing the “soccer mom thing” of school committees, team events, and running errands, I now had little in the way of outside obligations. The quiet of the house after my husband left now left me empty after so many years of doing for others. Empty, like a vacuum.
And everyone knows nature abhors a vacuum.
Without a destination to reach or a schedule to maintain, I found myself standing under the hot water of the shower longer and longer after Danny left. The hot water relaxing me as my hands roamed about my body. After some time, I began to touch myself and release the pent up sexual tension that had been building. The self-gratification in the shower led me to shave my pussy as I rediscovered my body. Danny had hardly noticed when he found me smooth four days later.
Several months of satisfying myself each morning eventually led to me staying naked most of the day. With no kids around and nowhere to go, I had taken to spending the day nude. With the South Florida climate, clothes where only a hindrance and I began to enjoy the freedom nudity brought. I also enjoyed the wetness it brought to my pussy as I grew more confident in my own skin and my own sexuality. With our backyard totally fenced in, I even took to tanning nude around our pool. After all, why bother with tan lines, I thought.
My days now consisted of sending Danny off to work, followed by a long shower or a few laps in the pool. Then, I would spend the day tanning. The oil not only kept me from burning, but also acted as a quick lube should I feel the need to bring myself release. And, more and more, I found that need growing each and every day.
But, as everyone knows, Florida in the late summer brings afternoon showers. It was during one of these rainy afternoons that I decided that it would be nice to have something a bit more substantial to please myself with when I needed just a bit more. I jumped on the computer and typed “vibrator” into Google. My pussy moistened as my mind envisioned the new sensations that a toy might bring me. I blushed at the thought of buying myself a sex toy. I had never owned one and Danny had never brought up the subject of introducing one into our sex life. But, as I searched through several sites, the pictures and descriptions quickly erased my unease as my juices flowed freely down my thighs and onto the leather of the chair.
I placed a slim metal vibrator and an eight inch dildo into my order basket. My clit throbbed as I was led to the “place order” screen. My mind already envisioning me lying with my legs spread, my hand working the new toys in and out of my smooth pussy. Moving the mouse down the page to click on the last button to finish the order, I saw that the website listed several other “recommendations”. My finger rose off the mouse as my eyes fixed on two of these pictures.
I looked at the picture of several egg shaped orbs strung together by thin ropes of latex. I clicked on the picture and, with my pussy gushing its juices, read the dirty description of how these beads would fill my nether hole and intensify my orgasms. Feeling a sluttiness I had never felt before, I added these to my cart telling myself that I could always throw them away if I did not enjoy it. But, in the back of my mind, I felt that they would find a home in my panty drawer.
I almost forgot about the other picture that had caught my eye. I moved the mouse up to the back button and returned to the order page from earlier. Beside the picture of the beads, I saw the other item that had captured my attention. “Sean Michaels Dildo” read the title. My hand moved the mouse over the picture of the long thick rubber cock and clicked it. I looked at the huge piece of black rubber and read the description as my pussy gushed a copious amount of fluid onto my thighs and chair. “7.5 inches x 2.25 inches” read the stats of the beautiful black monster. I clenched my thighs together and felt the hot wetness of my excitement as I thought about the fullness this giant would bring to my pussy. The hourglass spun where the mouse had been and the screen jumped to my cart. I quickly placed my order and filled in all my information. As soon as the screen brought up my confirmation number, I pushed the chair back and shoved two fingers into my wet sex and brought myself to a raging orgasm as fast as I could.
After I had fingered myself to one of the best orgasms of my life, I pulled the chair back to the computer. The rain beat against the window in a steady rhythm as I sat at the computer, the flush of my orgasm washing over me. I was about to sign off when I looked at the screen to see “More recommendations” flashing at the bottom. I saw that the sight had numerous DVDs of black men fucking white women. While I had already placed my order for a huge black dildo, I pulled up short at ordering a DVD of black men. But, as my pussy twitched, I had an idea.
Returning to the search page, I typed in “Black men fucking”. Thousands of websites popped up with descriptions of “Hung black men” fucking white women, white sluts, and, making my pussy wet even more, white wives. Fate moved my finger to the mouse and depressed the button as the screen filled with pictures of horse hung black men plowing their ebony cocks into screaming white women.
And so began my descent.
“Shall I get you another? I heard as I was roused from my reverie.
I looked at my empty glass and nodded to the bartender to refill it. As I turned back toward the bar, I felt the vinyl of the barstool grab my dress and hold it. Feeling the hem of my dress rid up my thigh, I felt the air conditioned air waft across my upper thigh. My hand started down to pull it back down without my thinking, but, I stop and placed it on the edge of the bar. “To hell with it,” I thought to myself as the fabric pulled across my hips. As I waited for my drink, I let my eyes fall to my lap. The hem of my dress cut a diagonal across my lap. The left side was held under my leg just above the knee but the hem rode higher the further right. Cutting across my crotch, it continued up my right thigh, exposing a good five inches of my tan thigh above the lace of my stockings. The side of my hip was exposed to anyone who wished to see. I reached for my glass and smiled into it as I took a sip of the amber fluid. Danny should enjoy the view, I thought.
I sipped my drink wondering why my husband was so late. He had planned this evening several weeks ago and I had waited with longing for this night. We had not had an evening alone in several months. His work had him busier than ever and I was feeling even lonelier than normal. Even hornier still.
Glancing at my cell phone, I saw that I had a missed message. Annoyed that I had not heard it beep, I reached down and pushed the button, pulling the message up with a bit of dread. Surely Danny would not miss this evening. Surely he would not let work interfere with our lives on this night.
My heart sank as my fear was realized. “Sorry babe. Client called and have to submit presentation before midnight. Will make it up to you! Please have dinner and I’ll see you later tonight.” It took all my will power to not throw the damn cell phone through the mirror behind the bar.
Turning up my glass and finishing the drink, I slammed it down on the bar with a bit too much strength. The ice bounced out of my tumbler and skidded across the bar. I watched it as it left a watery trail and fell over the edge; fell like my heart.
“Whoa now little lady. You don’t want to break it and cut your hand now do you?” said a deep voice that had appeared out of nowhere on my right.
Pulling me out of my funk, the voice throbbed deep in my chest. I looked up and saw the largest man I had ever seen smiling down at me. He must have been almost seven feet tall. His shoulders were broad and his chest was deep. I forced my eyes to stop as they wanted to continue down to fully take in this giant of a man.
“No. I’m just a bit pissed,” I said with more anger than I had intended. I turned toward him as my right hand left my glass grabbed the bottom of the stool. In doing so, it held my dress in place, the edge still cutting across my hip. Damn the modesty, I thought.
“Let me get you another drink then,” he said with his baritone voice throbbing in my chest and making my braless nipples strain against the front of my dress.
I nodded my head and smiled at him as I lost my will and let my eyes wander southward. His fitted shirt clung tightly to his torso as it narrowed to his waist. Tucked tightly into his tan chinos, it hugged his stomach. His hips flared slightly atop his thick thighs. The tan pants pulled tightly across the bulge of his crotch. My eyes lingered there as I saw the swale of his cock pushing against the fabric.
“Here you go,” I heard as I tore my eyes from the large bulge. My eyes snapped up to see a large black hand wrapped around a tumbler as he extended it toward me with a smile.
Trembling slightly, I reached up and took the glass from his hand. My fingers wrapped around his momentarily and, for a brief moment, held his in mine as I accepted the proffered drink.
“Thank you,” I mumbled as I cast my eyes downward and turned back to the bar.
“He must be the dumbest son of a bitch on the planet to leave you here alone,” he said with a smile as he sat on the barstool beside me. His masculine presence washed over me as my right hand fell to my thigh feeling the heat of my exposed skin. I started to pull down my dress but stopped myself, my mind recalling images that I had lusted over on my computer screen. Unconsciously, I felt my fingers grab the hem and pull it up even higher, exposing the lower part of my ass as the cold air of the bar sent chills through my body.
Taking a sip from my drink, I kept my eyes fixed on my own reflection as I saw myself reply, “Not dumb, but very inconsiderate,” I replied. In the reflection I saw a smile crease his face as he leaned toward me.
His musky scent washed over me as I felt his breath on my neck. Just inches from my ear, he hissed, “Somebody should really teach him some manners then.” I felt his words wash over me and my nipples pulsed with every beat of my heart as its rhythm jumped with his proximity.
I saw in the reflection, my eyes closing and felt my thighs clench. My pussy lips rolled between them wetly and my clit throbbed as I lowered my head. The cold dampness of the glass in my hands did little to cool the heat that rose from my chest as this stranger’s presence built a heat deep within me.
“What’s your name?” he asked as I was shaken back to reality. My clit pulsed as struggled with my decision to end this now, or continue.
Before I could decide, he reached out his large black hand and placed his thick finger under my chin. Turning it to face him, he smiled down at me. His smile perfectly white against his smooth ebony face. His eyes, almost golden brown, sought out mine as his gaze held mine.
“Rebecca,” I heard my own voice reply in a soft, shaky tone. I looked in his eyes and felt my pussy melt. The cool air against my wetness sending chills up and down my spine as the touch of his fingers on my chin burned.
“Well now. Since whoever it was on the phone has decided to leave you here alone, can I keep you company?” he said as leaned in further.
I knew that I should have excused myself then and there, but his eyes bore through me, revealing my loneliness and need. Involuntarily, I felt myself turn toward him, my dress cutting across my upper thighs and my nipples straining the fabric of my silk dress. His touch radiated heat through my skin as he held my chin up, forcing me to look deeply in his eyes as they devoured my soul.
Without a word, he released my chin and held out his hand. As if watching another, I saw my hand reach out to his and clasp his hand. His dark fingers swallowed mine as he pulled me from the barstool and led me toward the door. My dress fell down my legs as they carried me behind him.
I felt the stare of the bartender and others as they watched me being led out of the bar by this large black man. I felt them watch me as I was led out, my eyes cast downward in total submission to his masculine presence as he led me out the door.
Watching his tight ass as it rolled in his tight slacks, I felt him guide me down the street and toward the door of a hotel. Braving a look, I saw the marquee of the Ritz-Carlton as he pulled me toward the front.
The doorman gave us a curt nod and held the door open as we entered. I felt his eyes linger on us as I was led through the entryway and toward the front desk. As he stopped in front of it, I stood behind him, subconsciously standing behind him, my eyes cast downward.
“Tell my associate that I’m going to retire to my room for the night,” he said to the petite oriental desk clerk. She smiled at him and bowed her head in response. As he reached his hand back and took mine, I stole a glance at the receptionist as her smile turned from professional to lascivious. What did she know that I didn’t, I thought. I felt his large hand pull me toward the elevator and a sudden thought came to me. She had not addressed him by his name and I was being led to his room even without even knowing his name or even a made-up name for all that it mattered. And still, I followed him, my eyes cast down in submission and need.
We waited at the front of the elevator, the old fashioned chimes denoting its descent floor by floor. My eyes rose to see his masculine form as he pulled me toward him. Snaking an arm around my shoulder, he pulled me into his chest. I melted into his arms as he leaned toward me and kissed the top of my head. “Just relax and have fun,” he said as his hand fell down my side and captured my ass in his palm. He gave it a firm squeeze as his deep voice chuckled at the public display of his dominance over me.
I thought I heard the receptionist laugh just before the elevator chimed and its doors opened before us. His strong arms pulled me forward into the lift and turned me back to face the front. As he did, I felt his other hand reach up and grab my breast. I raised my eyes to see that a small group of men, undoubtedly at the hotel on business, watched us and saw his hand grope me as the doors slowly closed off their view. My face blushed but I kept silent.
The chime of the elevator snapped me back to reality and I realized that we were momentarily alone. This solitude was not wasted on my male companion as he laced a finger under the spaghetti string of my dress and pulled it off my shoulder and down toward my waist. My braless tit fell out freely as the cold air bathed my nipple. I felt it grow taut and swell, but I remained still, a toy to be used.
Not satisfied with one of my tits being exposed, he reached over and pulled the other strap of my dress down. I now stood alone with this large black man in the elevator of a posh hotel, my breast exposed and my nipples hard. I stood there and did nothing to hide my naked breasts as I was completely dominated by this man, his presence, and the situation. My pussy juices leaked down my thigh as I accepted all of this, abandoning all pretenses as my sexual needs boldly crowded out everything else.
His large hand reached down to my rigid nipple and gave it a rough squeeze. It ached under the pressure of his pinching and pulling; each beat of my heart pulsing and throbbing in my rosy nipples. I closed my eyes and felt my head swoon back as I gave in to his hands, gave in to his overpowering presence and wherever it would lead.
A rush of cold air bathed my naked tits as the elevator door opened. My eyes opened and saw the hallway vacant as he led me out and down it toward his room. My naked breasts swung gently with each step as I realized I felt slightly disappointed that there were no other guests around to see me. All of the stories of exhibitionism that I had read on the internet always had the heroine walking out to a crowd. But, here I was, naked above the waist and no one was here to witness it. But, here I was, naked and walking down a hall with a black man escorting me to his room. Hell, this was better than any story, I was living it!
He pulled me to the door and inserted his card. I noticed that it was a suite and wondered to myself just what this man did to be able to afford such an expensive room. Without time to ponder this further, I was pulled into the room and was stood before the large king sized bed as he walked over to the minibar and asked, “Would you like a drink?”
Aroused from the sexual trance I was in, I stammered, “Sure…anything.”
He busied himself pouring two drinks as I stood, still as a statue. Each beat of my heart made my naked nipples throb. My clit echoed this pulse as my mind raced with thoughts of what would happen next. I had often fantasized about a situation like this while I had surfed the net, looking at interracial porn and reading stories of dominant black men taking control and fucking white women. I had experienced many orgasms as I had fucked myself with my large black dildo and pictured myself taking a big black cock. But, fantasy was one thing. Reality was here and now as I stood in an anonymous hotel room with this stranger. Though I was uncertain of what would happen, I submitted to it and watched as he walked back to me, extending his hand and the drink toward me.
“Take off your dress and sit,” he commanded as he stood close to me. His size eclipsed the light that shone from the side wall. I nodded to him and reached behind my back and lowered the zipper. The dress, already bunched around my waist, fell down my full hips and slid down my stocking thighs. It pooled around my heels and I stepped out of it and toward him. His manhood, like a dark star going nova, drew me to him. I stood before him in nothing but my thigh highs and heels, my body pulsing with need.
He handed me my drink and I obeyed his command and sat on the end of the bed. As my naked buttocks felt the coolness of the comforter, I continued back, one elbow supporting me as I arched my back in a feline “S” curve. My right leg crossed over my left as I felt my labia roll between my thighs and my ass turned slightly upward toward my ebony master. I envisioned 50’s pinup models as they struck just such a pose in their garter and hose. My pussy throbbed and my wetness flowed as I thought that I had to look somewhat like those sexy women.
The dark giant of a man stood over me, still fully clothed, but emanating sexual energy as he slowly brought his drink to his lips and took a sip. Lowering the glass to the floor, his face split with smile as he began to unbutton his shirt. With slow, yet deliberate, motions, he took off his shirt and slowly slid the belt from his waist. I nervously sipped my drink and rubbed my other hand absentmindedly over my full hips. I watched as he tossed the belt away and began to unbutton his pants. My mouth and pussy both watering, I watched them fall and saw that his white bikini underwear barely restrained his manhood. Already half-hard, it was full and long as it ran from the center of his groin toward his left hip.
I felt myself turn on my elbow to face him as my legs fell slightly open and my free hand snaked behind my head to hold it tilted upward toward him. His eyes lit with a lustful fire as he looked down on me. Time seemed to stand still as he stood at my feet, his cock growing larger and fuller in the confines of his tight white underwear. The fabric strained as he placed a hand over his cock and gave it a firm squeeze. My pussy juice now ran down my lips and dripped across my asshole as my hips began a gentle rolling up and down, anticipating what would come next. There was no question now; I was going to be taken by someone other than my husband. I was now going to experience what I had so many times masturbated over these last several months. I was going to be well and truly fucked by a black man.
As my eyes devoured his masculine form, I watched him pull off the thin white briefs, his large black cock springing up and toward me. It was huge and glistened in the light of the side lamp as it seemed to throb in anticipation of abusing my married, white pussy. He leaned over me and took the drink from my hand. My legs parted even more as his musky scent filled my nostrils. His shadow played over my almost nude body, a prelude to what I knew was soon to follow.
The bed rolled as he continued upward and placed my glass on the nightstand above my head. My eyes locked on his cock as it bounced slightly before my eyes. The thick veins of his cock, the long thick shaft, and the large swollen head were all details my eyes caught as I reached out and gently grasped his manhood. My fingers did not meet as I strengthened my grip, capturing his cock as I held it inches away from my mouth.
“I see you can’t wait,” he said with amusement and confidence in his voice. “Go ahead babe. Suck my cock,” he said as he threw one thick leg over my shoulder and straddled my face. His large balls fell onto my chest as he positioned the large head of his cock over my panting lips. A drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip of his cock as his large hand grabbed his cock and bent the tip toward my lips. He gave his shaft a firm squeeze and the glistening drop of pre-cum bulged from his slit. As I watched it swelled and grew, finally losing its battle with gravity and dripped down onto my waiting lips. I moaned and ran my tongue out and drew it into my mouth, tasting his salty-sweetness as a moan reverberated through my chest.
I listened as my sex-starved voice moaned and begged, “Give it all to me.” My lips parted and my neck strained as I greedily wrapped my lips on the bulbous head and pulled his cock into my mouth. With a hunger that scared me, I tried my best to suck his cock all the way into my mouth in one, all-consuming thrust. My tongue lapped at the underside of his thick cock as I fucked my own mouth onto this black monster. As my full tits rubbed between his thick black thighs, I thrust my face back and forth onto his cock. Realizing how slutty I must have looked to him, I felt my pussy slobbering in anticipation. My inner thighs, soaked with my excitement and sexual need, rubbed together as I sought more and more stimulation.
Bending his cock down, he fed more and more of his thick cock into my mouth and toward my throat. I knew that his cock would never fit, but still I pushed up with more force as I tried to get more of this magnificent cock into me anyway I could. I felt his cockhead pushing at the back of my throat and forced myself to relax it as much as I could while still straining my neck forward to take it. My mouth, filled with my own saliva and his pre-cum, reflexively swallowed.
Suddenly, I had about three inches of his cock lodged in my throat. Instead of fear, I knew, with crystal clear clarity, that my swallowing action had allowed his cock to invade my throat. As I drew in air through my nose, I calmed myself and knew that I could take his cock and breathe without fear of choking. I gave myself a few seconds to get used to the feel of his thick cock in my throat, and then pushed forward onto his cock, swallowing as I went.
The moaning I heard then was not mine, but was his as I began to swallow more and more of his monstrous cock. I felt the skin on my neck tighten as he invaded me fully. My black giant, approaching his release, abandoned all pretense of gentleness and began to saw is cock in and out of my mouth and throat. After a half dozen or so thrusts, he was banging his groin against my nose as I released control to him and let him fuck my mouth and throat forcefully. My own pussy throbbed as my throat swelled and contracted with each of his thrusts.
Excited like never before as this large black man used my body to pleasure himself, I felt the tingling of an orgasm building deep in my pussy. My thighs clenched and rubbed together as I felt my clit swelling. His cock assaulted my throat as my clit throbbed and pulsed, just on the edge of release. I felt his cockhead swelling with each thrust and, suddenly, there it was. He reached down and grabbed my nipples. Shoving his cock all the way down my throat, he held it there and pinched my nipples with a vise-like grip. As his cockhead swelled once more, he pulled upward sharply with his fingers, my nipples gripped between them as if in a vise. I felt his first salvo run up his shaft and through is swollen cockhead. It erupted from is cock directly into my lower throat as he twisted my nipples roughly back and forth. The combination of his come and the searing pain in my nipples caused my pussy to explode.
I felt the wet spray of my first ever ejaculation splatter down on my thighs. Stars filled my darkened vision as electricity coursed through my body. Another and another wave of spray rained down across my lower body as I screamed around the cock lodge deeply in my throat. My hips bucked wildly as my body was torn by my sexual release.
My screams were cut off by his torrent of come as he filled my throat and belly with his huge load. He pumped his load into me with five or six large surges as I thrashed through the most intense orgasm of my life. As I felt his cock grow still, my throat massaged it with each swallowing action. He remained hard as a rock, while I relaxed and let him take control of me. My hips bucked and gyrated slower and slower as I rode out my first-ever squirting orgasm until it died away.
Seeing my thrashing die away, he slowly pulled his cock from my throat. As his still-large head pulled out, I thought I heard a “pop”. The remainder of his long cock slid from my mouth and lips as a soft gurgling gasp escaped me. His cock, wet with remnants of his load and my saliva, plopped down on my chest as he finally released my nipples. My breasts fell back to my chest as I gave a long, satisfied sigh.
“Get your breath back. That was just for starters,” he said as he climbed off the bed and drained his glass with one quick pull. My legs flopped open wide as my sexual tension faded. I watched this dark giant as he rose from the bed and strolled back to the bar to refill his glass. My pussy flowing with my orgasm and my sore nipples pulsing with every heartbeat, I felt his sexual energy from across the room. My pussy and nipples yearned for more attention as I lounged back and awaited his return.
Giving in to the need burning deep in my pussy, I could not help it as my hand reached down and rubbed my soaked cunt. My other hand found my left nipple and gave it a firm tug as my eyes closed and imagined what would come next.
Hearing the ice in his glass tinkle as he approached the bed, I spread my legs even more and fingered my clit even faster. Though it felt heavenly as my pace quickened on both my clit and nipple, I knew that this was only an attempt to excite my black lover to mount me and place that giant cock in my pussy. My rising excitement was evident as my juices flowed, creating a slurping sound that filled the room as my fingers worked themselves down from my clit and into my pussy. Two then three fingers found their way into my sex as I moaned in anticipation of his cock. “ Please…please…please…just fuck me hard and fast” I thought as I felt my fingers stroking in and out, faster and faster.
Through my closed eyes, I felt his shadow fall across me as my pussy contracted on my fingers. My orgasm was so close, but was just short of the breaking point. I pulled at my nipple even harder, hoping that the stimulation and pain would bring me over the edge. My inner muscles worked to grasp my fingers as they worked in and out, every nerve igniting over and over again as my fingers stroked in and out of my sloppy pussy. And still, no release would come.
“Fuck me! Please fuck me!” I shouted in frustration as I pulled out my fingers and released my nipple. I grabbed my labia with both hands and spread it for this man as I begged him to fuck me. My hips thrust upward toward him in invitation as it too begged to be filled.
The bed rolled as he climbed on it and crawled toward my inviting, open legs. A shiver of anticipation washed over me and my already hard nipples tingled. I felt the course hair of his thighs push my legs outward even further as he knelt between them. He smiled down on me for a brief pause as his eyes captured mine. I knew he felt my need to be well and truly fucked as he smiled down on me, his eyes conveying both reassurance and dominance. My own eyes closed in anticipation as I felt his bulbous head touch my pussy lips and part them as he rubbed it up and down my wet slit.
“MMMMM,” I heard my own sound of satisfaction and need fill my ears as he seated the head of his cock at my entrance. I felt my pussy pulse and ooze with this contact as my hips slowly rolled upward to meet his touch.
His huge hand grasped my left tit and gave it a harsh squeeze as his fingers found my nipple. With a sharp pinch, his fingers captured my nipple as he pushed forward and parted my pussy with his thick cock. The outer lips spread easily around his plum sized head and a quiver ran through me. My back arched as I tried to thrust my tit into his hand, seeking more and more contact as he pushed another inch of manhood into my waiting pussy. I felt a tiny flutter in my cunt as it welcomed his cock.
Suddenly, he thrust into me firmly and I felt his cock stop. My pussy convulsed on it as I felt it hit the spot where my husband usually bottomed out. Another moan filled my chest as his cock seated itself there, thicker by far than my husband.
He held it there as I rotated my hips around this new thickness. The inner walls of my pussy stretching like never before, I felt his pulse throbbing through his cock. Even though my eyes were closed as I was immersed in this new feeling of fullness, I felt him smiling down on me. My clit rolled against the top of his cock as my hips worked in small circles on this monster; my wetness increasing with each rotation.
Suddenly, I felt my pussy clench as it tried to capture his cock as it pulled out. The strain against my inner walls eased and the emptiness left me awaiting its return. He pulled out of me until just the large head was just nestled in my cunt and held it there for an eternity. My eyes opened as his next thrust did not come.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked as I tried to pull him back in with my heels.
“Please…just fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” I gasped in a needy voice.
My panting echoed in the room as he held still for another second. Then, with stars filling my vision, he I felt his thighs swell as he plunged into me harshly. His cock plunged into my pussy and forced itself past where he was before, pas where anyone or anything had ever been. Still it bored forward as it seated itself deep within my cunt as it found virgin territory.
“Aghhhh,” I heard myself scream as his cock seemed to split my pussy apart. His cock swelled and pulsed inside me as it held it deep within me. My heartbeat seemed to synchronize with his as his cock pulsed deep within me.
He kept me pinned to the mattress with is cock as my pussy throbbed with pain and fullness. My back arched into his chest as I panted like a dog.
With each beat of my heart, the pain lessened. Beat…..beat….beat…..went my pulse as the pain lessened more and more. My pussy contracted and pulsed on this beast as it held firm. Beat…beat…beat…. Each pulse brought less pain as his thickness filled me. Beat….beat….beat….. The pain had disappeared to be replaced by acceptance. Beat….beaat…beat….my inner walls melded to his cock and began to throb as the warmth of pleasure replaced the pain.
I felt his weight on me as my hips began to gyrate under him. My lower body, with a life of its own, began to grind up and around on his cock. My pussy juices began to flow as it moved about this monster, seeking more and more stimulation. I shut my eyes tight in concentration as I focused on both, the fullness of my pussy and the grinding of my clit against his thick, curly pubic hair.
Just as I felt the heat in my groin building, that infernal emptiness came again as he withdrew his cock again. Thankfully, this time, the absence was only momentary as he again thrust it back into me. A sharp gasp escaped me as my hips bucked up to welcome him.
“Oh yeah baby, Fuck me just like that,” I encouraged him as I met his thrusts with a firm welcoming thrust of my own. My pussy and hips beat against his as I sought to match his strokes.
As we established a steady, but firm rhythm, I felt his fingers begin to work my nipple yet again. Each thrust into me was met by a sharp tug of my nipple. Swelling in his fingers, my nipple stretched as he pulled it upward and drove my hips down at the same time. Each sharp twinge in my nipple seemed to go straight to my clit a he worked it harder and harder. The sensation like nothing I had ever felt before, but one I would seek forever.
His cock pounded my wet pussy harder and harder with each stroke. Each stroke stretched and molded my pussy to his cock with every thrust, making it his own.
“Fuck me….fuck…harder!” I screamed as I tried to fuck him back harder with each stroke. My orgasm building with every thrust of his hips, building with every tug on my nipple, building with every slutty word I uttered.
He gained speed with every stroke until, like a jackhammer, he was pummeling my pussy harshly. The wetness between us accentuating the slapping of our hips as the room was filled with our own brand of applause.
Between clenched teeth, I finally seethed, “I’m coming…faster!”
With my hands on his ass, I pulled him into me as I ground my hips into his. I held him deeply in me with a death grip as I ground my hips into his and rode out the biggest orgasm of my life. Each spasm of my hips into his sent electricity through my core as I felt myself squirt for the first time ever. Four…five…six times, I bucked onto his cock and sprayed his pubic hair with my juices.
Just as I felt the last squirt dying, I felt his cock, seated deep in my throbbing cunt, swell as his cheeks clenched.
My head lashed about the pillow as I felt the first burst of his come paint the inner walls of my pussy. His cock swelled again and, just as the next burst filled me, I felt another surge of wetness bathe the junction between us.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I realized that I was squirting again.
He filled my cunt with three more blasts of his come as I lay trembling under him. My thighs and clit spasming as our excitement crested and ebbed.
My panting slowed and my breathing returned to normal as I lay under my ebony lover. Spent, we both were happy to lay and enjoy the sweaty contact of each other as our bodies relaxed and melted into each other.
My hands stroked my lover’s broad shoulders and back as I enjoyed the afterglow of the most intense orgasms of my life. I turned my head slightly and caught the glow of the bedside clock.
I felt a short flash of panic as I realized that my husband was probably home by now. But, I relaxed as I did not recall my cell ringing. Well, I thought, he must still be working.
My hands wondered down to grab my lovers as one more time as my rational mind took over and realized that it was time to get home. Hopefully, I would be showered and in bed before Danny got home. As my hand stroked his tight ass and his cock pulsed on last time in my sopping pussy, I momentarily thought, “To hell with it if he beats me home. After all, he left me alone on Valentine’s Day.”
But, with reluctance, I realized that, though he had stranded me, our marriage meant too much to ever throw it away on something like this, however good it had been. So with reluctance, I gave my lover’s ass a couple of pats and said, “Thanks baby! But, I have to get home.”
As he rolled off of me, he gave my nipple a quick tweak and smiled at me. I reached up and placed my hand on the side of his face and kissed him as I said, “That was the best orgasm I ever had, but…I have to get home.”
Looking into his eyes, I was startled as a voice from a dark corner said,” No…you don’t.”
My hands instinctively reached up to cover my naked breasts as my eyes searched for the room.
The glow from the window suddenly revealed a shadow approaching the bed.
My lover rolled to the side as I grabbed the covers to hide my nakedness. My heart beat in my chest as my mind raced in fear.
“Happy Valentine’s Day Sweetheart. I hope you enjoyed your Chocolate!” said a familiar voice.
The bedside light clicked on to reveal my husband standing at the bed. His face held a loving smile that washed over me as my mind finally digested what he said.
My lover reached down and raised my hand to his lips and gave it a gentlemanly kiss as he stood.
“The pleasure was all mine,” he said as he reached for his slacks.
I looked up at my husband with a confused, but loving look.
“Was this all your idea?” I asked.
With a loving smile, he chuckled, “I discovered your dildo and the sites you look at when I’m at work. I knew that I had been a poor lover lately, and to tell you the truth, I was a bit excited by you looking at these types of sites. So, I thought, What the hell? I love you and want to see you happy. So….are you happy?” he asked.
Fighting through the initial confusion, I absorbed what Danny had done for me and how he had accepted watching me fuck this man. Here was a fantastic husband that truly loved me. What else could I say?
“I love you sweetheart! Yes, I’m happy!” I said as I jumped up off the bed and into his arms. He held me tightly and kissed me deeply.
As we broke our kiss, I reached down and grabbed his hard cock through his slacks.
I looked him in his eyes deeply as his cock twitched in my grip.
“I love you babe. But…..I haven’t had my share of chocolate yet. And you know I love white chocolate too!” I said as I reached out and grabbed my lover and my husband by the hand and pulled them both down on the bed. Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!
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