Zane's Z-Rated: Chocolate Flava 3

by Zane

  “Bitch!” the man swore under his breath, balling his little fists. He watched the woman’s trim buttocks shudder from side to side under her tight skirt as they and she disappeared behind the curtain.

  The smell of spunk was stronger in back, the raucous moaning and groaning of video porn stars and live peep show performers rising and falling in rhythm to the heated slap of flesh against flesh, both on-screen and in-person. The woman’s heels clicked briskly along the tile corridor, past the booths and through the swinging door at the end of the hall.

  There were three stalls inside the “washroom”; the green metal doors of two of them closed, the middle one hanging open. She didn’t hesitate, entering the middle stall and then closing and securing the door.

  There was a padded stool on wheels where the toilet should’ve been; a roll of paper towels where toilet paper normally hung. Two holes had been cut into the side panels of the stall almost dead center, five inches in diameter and foam-padded around the edges. The woman sat down on the stool and crossed her legs and waited, ice-green eyes flicking back and forth between the holes.

  A cock suddenly speared through the hole to her right; a fully-erect cock, vein-striped shaft and mushroomed cap shining licorice-black under the stuttering fluorescent lights; pube-pebbled balls crowding the bottom of the opening. A tight smile flashed across the woman’s lips.

  She appraised the cock at eight inches long and five inches in circumference. Years of experience had honed her measurement skills. She made no move toward the twitching dong, however; waiting, watching the other hole.

  A cock thrust through that opening as well. A pink-shafted, purple-headed, vein-ribboned cock, as clean-cut as the other, but jutting slightly upward like a fleshy horn. She appraised this one at nine inches in length, six inches in circumference. She allowed herself another brief smile, eyes darting from one huge, disembodied cock to the other.

  Then she stood up and removed her jacket, her white satin blouse, and bra. Her large, brown, mocha-tipped breasts spilled out and swayed as she slipped off her skirt and panties. Naked now except for her nylon stockings and patent leather high heels, she carefully placed the tailored outer garments and silken undergarments on the floor in a corner. Her body was tight and streamlined, belying her age, her pussy shaved clean for maximum sensation, flaps shining and aroused.

  She sat back down on the stool and pushed herself forward, grasping the two straining cocks in her manicured hands. Groans erupted from behind the panels as she clutched, felt, weighed the pair of pulsing erections, lightly stroking for texture and firmness. The one in her right hand was smoother and straighter; the one in her left longer, heavier, and thicker. They both pushed urgently at her hands, their throbbing traveling right through her down to her pussy.

  She held the pink one and stroked the black one, swirling her soft, warm, brown hand up and down the pulsating length of the impressive dong, around and about the bloated blue-black cap. The cock jumped in her pumping hand, swelling higher and harder. She stared as she stroked, eyes locked and unblinking, hand and fingers deftly tugging and caressing while she held tight to the other big penis.

  The grunts and groans behind the right panel became more animated, the wall shaking as she stroked harder, faster, really pulling on the vibrating cock. Her hand flew up and down the raging length of shaft, up and over the glans-split hood.

  Perspiration dappled her forehead and upper lip, her tits shuddering with every heated stroke, her body flushed and pussy sopping. She could feel the dong seize up iron-hard, and she gasped when a pearl of pre-cum surged into the gaping slit at the head of the pipe. She thrust her own head closer and flicked out her tongue, snatching the drop into her mouth.

  The panel shook with the weight of the body behind it. The woman engulfed the leaking cockhead with her warm, wet mouth, then the shaft, easily and expertly consuming the cock, her cheeks puffing out and her throat widening to accommodate the enormous erection.

  Until her nose pressed right against the partition, lips kissing her hand still gripping the base, mouth and throat packed full of cock. The owner of the dong yelled, “Fuck!” The other cock jumped in her hand, desperate to know what was going on.

  She kept the tremendous member locked down in her mouth and throat for ten torrid seconds; hot, humid breath steaming out of her flared nostrils and dewing the green metal. Finally, slowly, she pulled her head back, the dripping shaft oozing out of her mouth until she clung to just the meaty cap with her teeth.

  Then she pushed her head forward again, swallowing the over-engorged cock, breathing deep of the musky scent of the tightened balls, feeling the blazing appendage beat all through her trembling body.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come!”

  She pulled on the dong a couple more times with her lips and mouth, taking it to the back of her throat and beyond, bathing the sensitive underside with her tongue. She jerked her head all the way back so that the ebony snake popped right out of her mouth and hung there, gleaming and twitching and ready to burst.

  She grabbed on to it, sliding closer, pointing the throbbing tool at her bared chest and fisting. An agonized groan, and semen dribbled out of the slit in the well-formed hood, then sprayed. Six bursts of hot, sticky spunk splashed against her chest, showering her tits. Her hand milked the jerking cock, her pussy shimmering with the shooting sensation and the wicked feel of the heated semen on her tingling skin.

  It was over in less than ten seconds. She dropped the spent dong and pivoted around to face the other cock, which she had never let go of.

  She grasped it now with her other hand as well, and pumped it with both, softly and lightly, then harder and tighter. She reveled in the bumpy texture of the shaft, the incredible curving length of the cock. She tugged so hard that blond-fuzzed balls spilled out of the hole, which she briefly cupped and squeezed.

  Then she stood up, sent the stool careening into the wall. Holding the up-thrust prong around its thick, furry base, she backed up to it, long legs slightly parted and back slightly bent, sticking the swollen hood into her moist pussy lips from behind.

  Fingernails scraped against metal on the other side as she brushed the purple cockhead against her pussy lips, washing it in her hot juices, before popping it right into her pussy and recklessly pushing back until her taut buttocks touched the panel, embedding the turgid dong inside her.

  She finally unhanded the prick at that point, grabbing up her sperm-slick tits and squeezing them, pinching her rigid nipples. Her butt cheeks were pressed almost flat against the partition, the long, hard, thick cock filling her cunt. Gritting her teeth, she rocked back and forth on her high heels, impaling herself on the pole.

  The heated grunts and groans from behind the metal barrier mingled and melded with the woman’s own breathless gasps and moans as she rocked faster, fucked herself more urgently; the cock thrusting back now, matching her rhythm.

  Her buttocks smacked briskly against the partition, the stall shaking, the mammoth cock sluicing back and forth in her sucking pussy, swelling her twat and bum and body with shimmering heat. She felt the churning member stiffen still further inside her, heard the cry of “Here it comes!” Felt the scalding splash of spraying semen—dousing her pussy.

  The wildly thrusting cock pumped her full seven times.

  But she didn’t come herself.

  She still had a number of swingers clubs and dogging sites and filthy back alleys to visit that evening—promising even longer, thicker, more massive cocks.

  • • •

  The man leered when she answered the doorbell. “Bit of a size queen, huh?”

  He was a little guy, pitch-black, with horn-rimmed glasses and a shaved skull. She regarded him coldly. “Who are you?”

  He snorted. “Don’t even see me, huh? Got your mind on big dicks all the time.” He tried to step inside, but she blocked the doorway, tall and slender and cool in her sky-blue stockings, wraparound cobalt-blue skirt, and pearl-white satin blouse. “I’m
the guy from Brownbaggers—the guy behind the counter. You know, the place with the glory holes—”

  “What do you want?”

  He smirked. “It’s not what I want, baby. It’s what you want.”

  She started to close the door.

  And he shoved his sweatpants down, exposing a deep-black cock that dangled five inches long, unerect from a thicket of dark pubes.

  Her ice-green eyes locked on the slab of meat, and her hand tightened on the doorknob.

  “Twelve inches, if you treat it right, baby,” he oozed.

  Like the rest of the spacious house, her bedroom was done up in subdued shades of silver and blue, elegant and tasteful, if somewhat cold. She dropped to her stockinged knees in the shag and dug her glossed fingernails into the elastic waistband of the man’s pants.

  He grinned down at her as she pulled down his sweatpants and grasped his cock. “Yeah, that’s the way!” he grunted. “That’s what pretty mama wants.”

  She lifted the heavy, hanging piece of meat, then stroked the smooth, shifting foreskin, anxious to grow the dong as long as the man had promised. It would be longer than she’d ever had before, in all her years of searching and stroking and sucking and fucking.

  “You got a pretty fancy place here, Vanessa,” he said, glancing around and licking his lips. “Guess you ain’t out chasing dick all the time, huh?”

  His voice grated annoyingly in her ears.

  But his cock was growing in her soft, damp, caressing hand, stiffening, thickening, lengthening, rising up like a hooded cobra rises up out of its wicker basket when its master plays the proper tune. She grabbed on to it with her other hand, pulled with the pair, watching the darker head swell out of the dark foreskin, the huge, dangling, black sack tighten.

  “Name’s Leonard, by the way.”

  It was almost parallel with her parted lips now, throbbing hotly in her tugging hands at ten inches long and seven inches around, and still growing, swelling obscenely and sizing up between the little man’s loins. Right before Vanessa’s fixated eyes.

  “Name’s Leonard, I said!” He snatched his cock out of her grasping hands and took a step back, then furiously fisted the final two inches himself.

  Then he stepped forward again, and held the mammoth appendage over the kneeling woman’s flushed face like a club. He slapped her cheek with his cock, the other cheek. “Notice little ’ol Leonard now, huh, bitch!?” he growled, smacking her forehead and nose and mouth with his meat.

  She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, and he spanked her moist, pink, budded tongue with his thunder cock. Then he jammed the mushroomed hood into her mouth, pulled it out again before she could seal her glossy lips around it.

  “Think you can handle this much cock, Vanessa!?” he snarled. “Even you ain’t never had this much cock before, have ya, Vanessa?”

  She clutched the taunting man’s skinny buttocks and flung her mouth open as wide as it would go. He wagged his dong over her mouth, keeping her in quivering suspense. Finally he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock right into her maw.

  He grunted at the wet-hot impact, and she gagged, just a little, as he sank his entire foot-long slab into her mouth and down her throat. He pulled her head forward and thrust his hips out, stuffing his whole suffocating cock inside her.

  “Motherfucker!” he marveled, staring down at the woman’s glowing face, her lips kissing up against his balls, his cock gone, disappeared inside her mouth.

  Her cheeks bulged outrageously and her throat stretched obscenely. Her body burned and head spun with all that solid rod locked down in her mouth. Hot, triumphant puffs of breath blew out of her flared nostrils, her pussy gone sodden in her panties.

  “You are a fuckin’ snake charmer!” Leonard rasped, sweat sheening his face. He grabbed her head on either side and pumped his hips, surging his cock back and forth in her mouth.

  She clung to his clenching buttocks, rocked to and fro on her knees by the man’s massive dong plunging her throat and pistoning her mouth. She stared up at him, urging him on with her watering eyes. Snot bubbled inelegantly out of her nose and streamed down onto his shifting shaft. His dirty fingers dug into her soft hair, pulling the carefully coiffed, silken strands apart, sawing away at her bouncing head.

  Until, at last, he pulled out of her mouth and throat and staggered backward, humongous cock glistening and bobbing. “Want it in your pussy, bitch!?” he gasped, wiping sweat off his face.

  She jumped to her feet and tore away her skirt; skinned off her panties. Then she ripped her blouse and bra open and flung the garments aside. Standing there naked before him and his monster cock, she was four inches taller than him even in her stockinged feet.

  He gaped at her well-preserved, caramel-colored body, her large, hard-nippled breasts. “Want me to stick this thing in your pussy and split you in two, huh?” he said, regaining some of his composure, waggling his prick at her.

  She fell back on her bed and spread her legs, cupping and squeezing her splayed breasts. He didn’t bother stripping off his pants or his T-shirt, crawling between her long legs and slapping her shaven mound with his dong.

  She winced with pleasure as he smacked her pussy and clit with his heavy cock. Finally, he brutally shoved his boiled-up hood through her gleaming pussy lips and plowed his cock into her cunt.

  She moaned, clutching her tits and holding her breath, deeply, soulfully feeling inch after swollen inch of meat slide in and in and into her pussy. Soon he was sprawled on top of her, huffing and puffing between her breasts, his club of a cock buried to the hilt in her stretched-out cunt. She rolled her head back and forth on the pillow, reveling in the wicked, burning, full sensation of having that much cock wedged and beating inside her.

  “You—you like it, huh, baby!?” he wheezed in her face, grabbing on to her tits and roughly squeezing.

  She dug her nails into his buttocks, spurring him on.

  He drew back, pushed forward, pumping her hot, wet, gripping snatch with his huge prick. Again and again and again. Faster and faster.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering.

  He sucked on a nipple, the other one, groping her boobs and churning his hips, relentlessly pounding her pussy with his battering-ram cock.

  They bounced up and down on the bed, the hard-breathing man fucking the gasping woman as hard and as fast as he could. Vanessa clenched her teeth and set her lips in a grim line, absorbing the thundering cock, body and soul. Leonard strained and thrust to meet her massive need.

  “Up the ass! I’m gonna fuck you up the ass!” he cried, his balls boiling with imminent release.

  “Yes!” Vanessa hissed, blind to the man, full of his cock.

  He tumbled over to the side, drawing his dripping pipe with him. She rolled over onto her stomach, reaching back and smearing dripping pussy juice between her butt cheeks.

  Leonard sucked humid air into his billowing lungs and mounted her again from behind. Sweat poured off his contorted face and onto the silken skin of her gracefully curved back. He prodded his bloated cockhead between her mounded buttocks, found her bumhole, and pressed in.

  She instantly pushed her butt up and back, enveloping the enormous tip of his cock with her anus. He fell on top of her, his wrist-thick shaft delving deep into her chute.

  “Motherfucker! You never had it like this before, huh, baby!?” he gritted into her ear, moving his hips up and down, cock back and forth in her ass. “You never had it so good, huh, bitch!?”

  She bit into the pillow and pounded the mattress with her fists, the man reaming her chute with his giant cock, blowing her ass apart. The bed and her body bounced in rhythm to his frantic thrusts, her raw moans sounding even above the tortured creak of the bedsprings.

  He slammed against her shuddering cheeks again and again, ruthlessly plundering her ass with his cock. “Fuck, baby!” he screamed. “You can’t take me no more! I’m gonna come!”

  He spasmed. And his cock exploded i
n her bum, dousing her chute with heated semen.

  She felt the searing spray of cum against her bowels five times; the man’s sawing, shooting cock filling her to bursting.

  But she didn’t come herself.

  They briefly lay together afterward, Leonard’s flaccid dong spooning between Vanessa’s legs.

  “You think you got ‘room’ for me here?” He laughed, kissing the soft skin of her long, slender neck. “Now that you know who I am?”

  “Get out,” Vanessa responded, shocking the presumptuous little big man right down to his softened penis.

  She still had a number of bathhouses, escort agencies, and strip clubs to visit that evening. Because for her, bigger wasn’t better; it was only the beginning.

  Choices

  Tenille Brown

  Adrienne was nervous, although she knew she had no reason to be. It wasn’t like she had a problem eating alone, but eating alone hadn’t been the plan.

  Adrienne was a woman who worked hard and liked treating herself and, tonight, she had planned on treating herself to an orgasm. That was nothing out of the ordinary, but how she had come to this point—well, that was new.

  His name was Darrell and she met him on some website where you posted your pictures and talked all day about what you were doing, what you were wearing, and whatnot.

  One day he flirted, and Adrienne bit.

  Sure, the social networking thing was a new venture, and maybe she should have thought twice about it, but she had been careful.

  There had been an entire two months of exchanges between them. Two months of chatting, emailing, and talking on the phone. Two months of sexting and sending each other naughty pictures. And eventually, there was phone sex at one in the morning.

  Adrienne thought they were clear on what they both wanted.

  She knew she was.

  But now, sitting alone at the table in a far corner of the room, she tried to remember if anything she had said or done had led Darrell to believe she wanted more; if she had somehow exuded desperation when she thought she was being coy and flirty.