by T West
Padding in her white socks across the living room she pulled open the door. She was expecting the landlord, or some elderly neighbor coming to greet her. Instead she was greeted with a man that was a few years older than she was, his skin a rich caramel color. The man blinked at her, surprise crossing his face.
“Does Mrs. Reynolds not live here anymore?” The man asked, his voice deep. Lana swallowed, trying to get a hold of the feelings that were stirring.
“I guess not, since I’m moving in.” She said.
“Oh, I was going to ask her if I could borrow some brown sugar.” He held up a measuring cup. An awkward silence followed while Lana’s brain caught up with the situation. “I guess I’ll just be going then.” The man said. He turned to walk away and Lana stepped out into the hallway. She couldn’t let this man just walk away, she wanted to know him.
“Wait, I might have something. I’m Lana by the way.”
“Chris.” He turned around and took her outstretched hand. His hands were large and warm, a little rough on the palm. Lana had to make a conscious effort to release his hand.
She stepped back and out of her doorway so that Chris could step inside. “Come on in.”
Chris followed her into the kitchen. He casually leaned against the countertop as Lana opened a cupboard door and reached inside. She pulled out a bag of sugar.
“I’ve only got white. Is that okay?”
Chris nodded and gave her a cheeky smile.
Almost without thinking, Lana let out a sigh. Chris’s smile faded almost instantly, locking his big brown eyes with hers.
Lana felt herself getting moist, a keen hunger coming from between her legs that spread through her like wildfire.
Chris put his hands on her head and pushed down firmly, forcing her to drop to her knees. In this position, her mouth was level with his groin, and he spread his legs, making it abundantly obvious what he wanted.
Lana unzipped him and pulled down his jeans to just below his ass. His huge cock tented his tight white boxer briefs, and she gazed up into his eyes lustfully. Her eyes travelled back down and they widened as she looked at it, knowing she would need to really stretch herself to take in such a beast.
She was aware that the more she gazed at it underneath the thin cotton, the more the blood seemed to rush down to the cock. It was the biggest tent she had ever seen, a humungous promise of glorious agony, and she felt grateful that she was in such close proximity to it.
As quick as a flash, Chris pulled down his boxer briefs, fully exposing himself to his new neighbor.
From her position on her knees, Lana’s eyes were drawn to the large balls and throbbing black cock, compelled like metal to a magnet, locking her gaze onto the huge, hard force that grew before her.
She went for the sack first, switching in quick sequence between licking and sucking, dampening the big orbs with her tongue, and growing increasingly aroused and excited herself. She nourished the eggs inside her gob, while with her teeth she gently scraped along the sides, tickling and tormenting her neighbor as she helped him hop from one side to the other, experiencing that slippery divide between thrill and pain.
Lana’s eyes gazed at the primal cock that had been growing in size right before her. It was like a wild animal that she desperately wanted to pet, and so she seized it, capturing it in her grasp. She gripped it like she never wanted to let go, squeezing it and feeling its enormous girth. This was not the time to be gentle, and as she clasped it she felt blood flow and veins bulge. In her heart and in her head she knew that this was incredible, unreal, and something that she was going to tackle with gusto.
Prizing herself from Chris's balls she opened wide and pushed her mouth down on the tip of his cock. She had to stretch her lips as wide as possible to even squeeze a fraction of the massive member into her mouth, but with a little pre-cum and a lot of force she popped the head inside and began to suck. Lana moaned in gratitude, and Chris did the same.
Abruptly, he pushed her face away and lifted her up to her feet. They stared at each other, gazing deep into each other’s eyes.
Turning around, Lana bent over the kitchen countertop and offered her ass to him. He got behind the fleshy globes, undid and tugged down her jeans and thong. He caressed her, lightly spanking her and spreading her cheeks.
With wide eyes and a keen smirk, Chris gazed at the soft skin that made up the magical centre between his new neighbor’s legs. Lana felt an illicit thrill as Chris stroked up and down her thighs. His hands roamed, tracing up the inside cheek-area where the skin was sensitive, before using the tip of his finger to touch her moist pussy from behind.
He removed his top and tossed it the side, now standing naked and hugging her from behind. His beefy chest pressed up tight against her back as he breathed onto her neck. His hand still roamed, caressing her lower back and ass, teasing her and preparing her.
Lana sighed in delight, as Chris's wide finger rubbed her intimately, while his other hand reached around and began to fondle her breasts. He slid his sturdy finger into her pussy, and Lana began to grind. In this position she rocked back and forth, with one finger and one palm both working her into a delicious haze.
With her arousal raging like an untamed animal, Lana couldn’t help but beg. “Take me, Chris, take me hard!” she sobbed, and she turned around and hopped up onto him with her arms over his shoulder, facing him, her legs wrapping around him. Chris supported her with his hands under her ass, lifting her high so that she was balanced in mid-air above his cock. Its length and girth terrified her - it seemed to be as long and wide as a man's forearm, with a fist of a head at the end. He aimed the huge cock and guided it like a plane to land against the edge of her pink runway.
Lana braced herself for a crash landing as the tip pressed against her opening. As it pushed up, her lips parted slightly, and a little more, until she opened up incredibly wide, spread far enough to swallow the fierce weapon. Wanting to sow his wild oats, Chris harshly pulled her down onto his phenomenal shaft. She screamed, gasping for air, an uttering of pain and longing. The head of his cock filled her, and inch by inch he pulled her down and pushed himself up until the two were joined as one, a beast with two backs, interlocked and intertwined.
They got to it, pounding and pulling, thrusting and bouncing, working each other into euphoria. The sensations increased as they made love, responding to each other’s pleasure.
Chris withdrew and turned her around. Lana was crudely bent over, the side of her face pressed against the door of the microwave, whilst he gripped her ass from behind. The giant cock returned quickly to fill her, but this time from the back. This new angle let him plunge in even deeper, as massive balls banged on the back of her legs, the cock filling and slamming her hard.
Yelling and writhing, she let sharp shots of pleasure ricochet deep inside her. Chris was enjoying the movement and energy, a bouncing tension that clasped his cock tightly and made feelings surge through him. He desperately needed to release his seed.
He was eager not to waste a second more, nor waste a single inch of his black shaft. He gasped, holding onto the taut buttocks that clenched underneath his fingertips as he thrust as much of his length as he could inside her, impaling her. Lana felt amazing pleasure, as Chris’s hands ran up from her cheeks to her slim waist, holding onto her tightly as he began to powerfully ram his cock in and out.
“Pleeease don’t stop!” begged Lana, shouting and throwing her head back, as she experienced what it was like to be truly pumped hard, by a real man, as her virile new lover thrust his hips like his life depended on it.
He pressed down on the small of her back, encouraging her to arch her back, and she did so, parting her legs further and sticking her pert, cute ass out, ready for more action. He yanked her hair back, the harsh traction causing her to arch her back further as he hit it from the back. He spat down her ass crack as he punished her little snatch. Her hot breath steamed up the microwave door, as the pole penetrated her with reckless abandon
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Lana was in paradise, getting nailed hard. She felt like such a good little bitch, giving this stud exactly what he needed. She felt the big balls slapping against her clit, as she felt a long-overdue orgasm begin to surface. She felt the strong hands on her waist, her quivering walls gripping the girth as the big set of nuts tightened against her. The cock inside her gave one last twitch.
The pair sensed that they were both about to cum. His hands spread her cheeks as wide as possible, whilst sticking his cock into her as far as he could. She flicked herself with a sense of urgency, and this sudden act seemed to raise the temperature to new heights, as the pair came in unison.
Lana didn’t know it was possible for someone to cum so much, as Chris unloaded deep inside her, a rushing pulse of jizz that splashed into her like a tidal wave and filled her up. The pressure was insane, as spurt after spurt of hot semen flowed up into her. This triggered Lana to cum as well, a heated surge that travelled from between her legs, through her body and around her brain, a torrent of ecstasy that made her squirt downwards, all over the kitchen cabinets.
The pair panted in a fatigued fashion. Chris fell back, withdrawing from her, and Lana slumped forward. There was a soft rush as his cock exited her and air rushed in to fill the space, her tight pussy closing up. After a couple of minutes of silent appreciation, both parties slowly recovered, and got dressed.
It was at that moment, with Chris’s sperm swimming around inside her, that Lana decided she would really enjoy living here, in this new apartment. And at least the father of her unborn child would be living very close by.
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SHOPPING MALL JAM
By
Tess West
W hen most people thought of Sandy, ‘obnoxious bitch’ was the first thing that usually came to mind. She walked about like she owned the place. But when she was on her skateboard, people’s impression changed. Like most skaters, she was a rebel, regardless of gender. The Tornwell Mall was the one place that always seemed intent on kicking her out. A month previously, she had gotten inside and started to grind one of the benches only to get knocked to the ground by the security guard on patrol. One quick lawsuit later, the guard was fired and Sandy was back to skating without any interruption. The lack of a challenge was disappointing, but she still enjoyed making the Mall her own.
“Sandy, you little bugger!” came a familiar voice. It was her buddy, Jerry.
“Jerry, you moron,” Sandy replied, bringing her board to a stop.
“You got that old coot fired, and now you’re back again?”
“They can’t touch me. They know what will happen.” Sandy grinned.
Jerry sighed and stepped aside, motioning for her to take a seat. Jerry and a few of Sandy’s other buddies had taken over a small part of the food court. She accepted the offer and sat down with them.
For Sandy, it was rare that she got to hang about with her little gang these days. Being at college took up a lot of her time, but she always liked to make a point of coming home for the weekend so she could see friends and family and skate at her old favorite spots. Not all of her friends could afford college, one of them had even taken to mowing lawns for rich people to try and save up. But Sandy didn’t mind a few years of debt. She was studying accounting and already had a potential job lined up at her uncle’s business in Fayetteville. She was luckier than others, but she liked to push her limits. Perhaps that was what gave her the extra edge, she thought.
“Sandy, girl. Look!” said one of her other chums. She turned to see a security guard at the other side of the food court. The huge man was new, and Sandy figured he was probably the old man’s replacement. He stared at Sandy intently, sizing her up. It was as though he was reading her, working her out.
The big man lingered for a moment, before turning and walking away, vanishing past a service door. All attention fell on Sandy.
“He has you marked, girl!” said Jerry.
“Go screw yourself. Just because he’s new, it doesn’t mean he can touch me.”
“Hey, maybe he’s gone looking for an empty barrel in the basement... somewhere he can stash you!” Said Cormic. “Dude’s got his eye on you!”
“Spin on it, Cormic. He’s probably sizing you up coz you’re a little ho.” Said Sandy.
They argued on, until someone got a Pokemon Go notification and all attention fell to their phones, as they raced off to catch what had shown up. Which only lead to further arguments.
After lunch, Sandy headed to actually look around the shops, among other things. She knew where all the cheapest video games were sold, and made a point of stocking up before going back to college. Her student loan had nabbed her a PlayStation 4. Only problem was, the internet was terrible in her apartment, so she had to keep things fresh with single player games.
As she stood at the till, she looked outside, just as the security guard moved away. Panic hit her. How long had he been watching her?
She stashed her purchases away and edged towards the entrance. She peered out to try and spot the guard, but only saw a handful of shoppers.
She dropped her board down and began a slow skate. She was in surveillance mode now. She knew her way around very well, and she had noted all the service doors that the staff used to get around quickly. But no matter where she went, she couldn’t find her admirer.
“Sandy? You looked spooked, girl.”
It was Jerry. Sandy hadn’t even noticed him walking towards her. She had been so busy scanning all the doors and stairways that she didn’t see what was right in front of her.
“Yeah… guy was staring at me again.” She said softly.
“Maybe we should get out of here then…” Suggested Jerry.
Sandy scoffed at the idea. “Ha. Like hell. I'm not letting some newbie security wannabe spook me out!”
“He has you clocked though. He knows you. They probably told him all about you before he even started working here. He has you tagged. Just be careful, babe.” Jerry looked concerned.
“I don’t need to be careful, I just need him to know where his place is.” Said Sandy, full of false bravado.
She skated off, ignoring what Jerry had said to her. In her eyes, she owned the Mall, and she wasn’t going to be pushed out. Not today, anyway. She would skate where she wanted, when she wanted. And there was nothing that anybody was going to do about it.
Eventually, she completely forgot about being watched. She hadn’t seen the security guard again for some time, and she figured he had probably gone home. She let herself relax and she continued skating, doing tricks and showing off to whoever would watch. She felt like she was the boss again, just the way she liked it.
As evening approached, Jerry and the gang came to find her to say their goodbyes. It had been a long day, and they made plans to meet up the following weekend. Once she was alone again, Sandy did one last lap of the Mall before closing time. She ventured back to the food court and entered the bathroom. It was empty, like most of the place at this hour. She propped her skateboard against the wall below the sinks and went into one of the stalls.
As she sat there relieving her bladder, her mind drifted to her college apartment. It was an hour long train journey to get back home and she would probably have enough time to play her new games when she got there, before bed.
Abruptly and with a loud crash, the door to the bathroom opened and all thoughts of comfort left her mind. She quickly stood up, pulled her jeans up and headed out of the stall with the intention of getting her skateboard, only to find the security guard standing there, staring her down.
This was the first time Sandy had the opportunity to really see the man close up, to really get a good look at him. He wasn’t just huge, but absolutely ripped. His buff chest threatened to pop out from under his blue security shirt, and his thighs visibly flexed from under the thin material of his black slacks. He was wearing black leather steel-toe-capped boots on his feet.
After all these games of cat and mouse, they were f
inally alone. Before Sandy knew it the man grabbed her and started to tenderly kiss the side of her neck, sending shivers down her spine. His muscular arms wrapped around her as his barrel chest pressed up against her significantly smaller body. She felt the bulge in the guard’s slacks grow as it pressed up against her waist. The man was clearly excited to get his hands on such a cute young woman.
Sandy’s hands roamed up to the man’s shirt and unbuttoned it. She pulled it down revealing his rippling, muscular torso. The man grabbed at her t-shirt, her hard nipples pressing up against the fabric. He pulled it up and off along with her bra, and with his hand on her shoulder, he ducked his head down and placed his lips around one erect nipple. He began to suck, and Sandy ran her hand through the man’s slick black hair. He took his mouth off her nipple, licked his lips and looked up into her eyes. “Now the next one.”