Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  “Nooooooo,” she moaned, feeling another orgasm growing within her.

  “What kind of man you wanna fuck from now on? Huh? Say it, Alice. Come on, say you want black men from now on.”

  “Oh I only want black men from now ONN! Oh, God! Going to cum soon!”

  “Yeah, that’s it. Pathetic little white boys can’t satisfy this pussy, nuh-uh. You think Jonathan could ever make you feel this good? The only thing he good for is jacking off his puny little dick. Jacking it off while I fuck you right in front of him-”

  “OHHHH!”

  “-yeah fucking you in front of that little dicked husband of yours. Showing him what a real man can do to his wife! His little dick all hard n’ shit cuz he’s watchin’ you get some real pleasure…”

  “CUMMMMINGG!!”

  The thought was so perverse: Jonathan watching her have sex with Maurice. Normally discussing her ex-husband just made Alice feel frustrated or depressed but her black lover had spun a dirty tale so compelling that she wished he would continue to mention John. It made her cum harder than the last orgasm – and that seemed impossible!

  Each lovemaking session had Maurice telling her a new twisted tale as he slid his massive cock in and out of her. It was a side of him she hadn’t gotten to see too much of and it shocked the middle aged woman in ways she never expected. Maurice had a kinky side to him, for sure. But Alice was enjoying their naughtiness to her fullest extent and each sexy word and naughty phrase that fell off his thick lips only enhanced their sex. He spoke of things that she had only considered in her darkest fantasies and some things that were new to her. In each new sexual act they were playing themselves, but the scenes changed around them. And each time Maurice’s lovemaking changed to accommodate the new roleplaying fantasy that he introduced.

  I am a schoolteacher who tutors her handsome black student after class in sex education.

  Maurice attacks me outside the house and forces himself on me.

  I am a married woman who cheats on her husband with nothing but black men.

  Maurice ties up my ex-husband and forces John to watch us have sex.

  I am a sex slave, at the command of any black man who wants me.

  Maurice introduces me to his friends and they all take me at the same time.

  I am a racist white woman who Maurice ties up and makes me swear to only fuck black men.

  Each fantasy drove her wild with passion and each time she was convinced her lover would tire. She was wrong – Maurice was a machine-man, capable of pleasing her till she literally went unconscious. It had happened several times before and it was happening again. At first she was apprehensive of going along with the roleplay, but Maurice tutored her on what to say and how to say it. He made her say things – naughty things – and the wickedness of their passionate play led to Alice falling exhausted and asleep on the bed once more.

  *******

  “I came ten times. At least ten times,” Alice bragged while she held the phone to her ear.

  “Wow, ten times?” Crystal responded back. “This guy seems like an incredible lover.”

  “He is amazing. I’m sorry to be so detailed but I can’t tell anyone else about this affair. I mean, my own family can’t know and my friends would never understand.”

  “What about your friend, Carol? She’s the one that lives across the street from you, right? You didn’t tell her?”

  “Oh, I told her I was seeing someone but didn’t tell her anything about him, you know, being a Negro. She and her husband are very much against interracial relationships. Her husband Ben hates black people.”

  “Well, that doesn’t mean she feels the same way. You’d be surprised how many white women have fantasized about being with a black man.”

  “Well not her. Carol’s husband would be wearing a white hood if he lived in the South.”

  “Maybe she likes black men but hides it from her husband because of what a big asshole he is. You never know. ”

  “Maybe. I don’t know, Crystal. I think for now I’ll just keep it a secret.” Alice paused for a moment on the phone, “I doubt this is a permanent thing. I mean, Maurice seems like he is just interested in a physical relationship.”

  “Would that be so bad?” Crystal countered. “Ten toe curling orgasms in one night –that is ten times better than your ex-husband from what you told me. I’d say keep having fun.”

  “Doesn’t that make me a bit of a slut?”

  “Alice, who exactly are you trying to impress here? And it’s not like you’re in a committed relationship with anyone.”

  “You’re right. I mean, I’m a grown woman. I don’t need to answer to anybody.”

  “There you go.”

  “Besides, he is leaving for two weeks to South Carolina to spend time with his family. Who knows how he’ll feel when he comes back.”

  “You poor thing. All alone for two weeks. I’ll find some way to keep you distracted. Don’t worry.”

  “Oh I don’t know about that. The last time you distracted me I ended up in a hotel room with a man I knew for less than two hours.”

  “That didn’t sound like a complaint.”

  “It wasn’t, I promise.”

  “You know that DVD of mine you found? Maybe I’ll bring that by for you as part of a care package.”

  “What kind of care package would have that kind of movie in it?”

  “I think you know.”

  “Thanks, Crystal. And thanks for being my confidante.”

  “Oh please, it’s my pleasure. Call me anytime. I like the juicy details. I certainly don’t get anything hot like that from Brian.”

  “Oh, don’t say that about my poor son!” Alice scolded her mildly, “He’s still young. You just need to teach him and, and, and… And I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. I don’t want to know what you two are doing.”

  Meet the Mandingos

  “So where did you tell Brian we were going?” Alice asked. “Just so we can keep our stories straight.”

  Crystal held Alice’s hand as they walked down the poorly lit hill toward the old colonial house they had passed before parking the car. The sidewalk was cracked and desperately needing repair; more than once the women’s heels got jammed in the cement fissures and they had to stop to pull their shoes out. “I told him I was taking you out for dinner since it was important for us to be close. Who knows? Brian and I might get married one day and you would be my mother-in-law.”

  Alice gasped, “Are you really considering marrying my son? I mean, I didn’t even know the two of you were talking about that.”

  “Don’t you think I’d be a good daughter-in-law?” Crystal feigned insult.

  “Oh, I do! I just think Brian is so young. He’s eighteen and you are twenty-four. Besides that, I don’t know how I feel about my potential daughter-in-law knowing all the things I’ve done!” She laughed and Crystal snickered with her.

  Crystal changed the subject, “So where did you tell your daughter we were going?”

  “I don’t know where we’re going. You’ve been mysterious all night. It’s a good thing she wasn’t home. She was over at Carol’s house – Carol said something about helping her out with some of her homework. It’s good since she gets lonely when Ben is away on business trips. Sarah will keep her entertained.”

  At that point Crystal knew nothing about the lesbian affair Sarah had with her older neighbor, but later would reflect humorously back on the conversation she and Alice had. The splendid wickedness of the pending moment was all the blonde stripper was focused on and she had primed Alice with several glasses of wine before asking her about her last night with Maurice. Brian’s mother went into sordid details of their dirty talk and described every thrust and position. Crystal made sure to ask all the right questions and make the woman relive the whole night in hushed whispers over dinner. By the time they were finished, Alice was flushed and ready for a good hard fuck. “I wish Maurice was here right now” she confessed.


  “So what is this place called again?” Alice asked.

  “It’s called a Mandingo Club,” Crystal told her hesitantly. “I used to come to these before… Well, before Brian and I fell in love.”

  Alice looked at the house unapprovingly, “It doesn’t look like a club. It looks like somebody’s house.” The windows were blacked out and a red light shone from the porch. The street had been lined with Mercedes and Cadillac Escalades and other expensive vehicles. It was the only quality to the neighborhood that put the older woman at ease.

  “It’s a different kind of club. Alice, you know I love your son but you also know I have… attractions… to black men. You and I are not the only white women to ever have felt this way. Sometimes Mandingo Clubs spring up in cities so that certain types of women can meet certain types of men.”

  Alice stopped, “Like a sex club? I don’t know if I want to go-”

  “It isn’t a sex club. I mean, not quite. We’re just going to walk around and look. That’s Tony at the door,” Crystal said pointing. “He knows me. Just hold my hand and be quiet as we walk into the house. It will be fine.” The tugged at Brian’s mom and eventually got her to climb up the porch steps. A tall black man in a dark gray suit greeted Crystal with a peck on the cheek and a whisper in her ear. She responded with a whisper back and the two women walked into the house.

  *******

  Alice knew her face was as red as her hair. One of the many drawbacks of being pure Irish was how people could read your excitement literally on your skin. The only consolation was that the people in the room seemed very much focused on other things.

  The sitting room was directly off the main hallway and in it were two couples making out on the sofa as the music blasted from the stereo system. The obvious observation was that both couples were interracial made up of a black man and a white woman. The men were shirtless and the women were dressed provocatively. Across from them two white men were enjoying their beers, joking and pointing, their comments muffled by the heavy base from the speakers.

  “That’s the meeting room,” Crystal explained, “where the white couples are introduced to the bulls.”

  “Bulls?” Alice raised her eyebrows.

  “Yeah. Bulls are black men who service white women, usually married ones.”

  “And this is a popular thing?”

  “It’s more popular than most people think.”

  “It’s so strange,” her voice trailed off as Crystal took her by the arm and down toward the next room.

  “Not as strange as some rooms in here.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” Crystal didn’t answer her and Alice was feeling noticeably uncomfortable; she was a woman completely out of her element. Only her recent experiences with Maurice gave her any frame of reference.

  The kitchen was next. This had some sense of normalcy. Two white men were getting drinks from the refrigerator and talking to a middle aged woman with an attractive body. One of the men waved as the two of them passed without pausing. Alice waved back out of habit and smiled courteously as they turned and walked down a dark hallway. On the opposite side she could see into the dining room where a man with jet black skin was lying on his back on the table. A white woman was straddled over him riding his thick pole and moaning loudly. The redhead watched for the brief seconds she could before turning around and walking forwards again.

  Walking down the unlit hall they came to a large family room where three white women were all on their knees in front of three black men. Two of them were not terribly attractive, with rough faces and built very heavy set. The third man was coffee colored and sexy with a nice ass from what she could see from the side. The trio of men all had one thing in common though – beautiful cocks that stuck out from their bodies like extra limbs. Each woman was doing their best to orally pleasure the men towering over them; each one of them struggled to get more than the heads of their cocks past their lips.

  Three white men were sitting there as well. Each one of them was tied to a different chair by a variety of methods: ropes, hand cuffs, bungee cords, and even tape! Alice could tell how they were reacting to the display in front of them because they all had their pants pulled down around their ankles and their dicks stood straight up at attention. The redhead couldn’t help but compare the men who were tied to their chairs to the men who were getting blow jobs from the women. What was the strangest aspect of this room was that the men in the chairs wore bizarre masks over their faces as if they were trying to hide their identity. All three concealed faces turned in the direction of the doorway as Alice took a step out of the dark hallway and into the light of the room. One of the white men – the one taped to the chair - tied up struggled against his restraints as Crystal gently pulled the divorcee back into the blackness.

  “We aren’t supposed to go into the rooms unless you decide you are going to participate,” her guide explained.

  “Oh, I didn’t know.”

  “It’s okay. You didn’t know.” Crystal gave a small wave of her pinky at the men sitting down and smiled before escorting Alice up the steps and onto the second floor.

  The bedroom door at the top of the stairs was opened half way and the scene taking place before them was like something out of a fantasy. A thirty-something woman was being fucked doggie style from behind by a lanky black man while a heavier black man was busy pulling her hair and shoving his cock into her mouth. Her right hand held her body up while her left hand pumped along the thick black shaft. A large diamond ring was clearly visible on her ring finger, a ring that was placed there by the only white man in the room.

  He was balding and pudgy around the middle, probably the same age or a bit older than the woman being satisfied. He held a camera out and filmed his wife as she sandwiched herself between those dark men, occasionally encouraging her to do more and say how much she liked it. Here the music was not as distracting and the conversation was easily understood from the doorway.

  “Come on Brenda, look at the camera and tell me how you are feeling?”

  “OOOH! CUMMING! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!” was all she managed as she pulled her mouth from the black dick in front of her and arched her back.

  Crystal stood behind Alice, holding her shoulders and making sure she stayed there, standing in the doorway, watching the interracial act. “This couple is married too, you might have guessed.”

  “Why would he let his wife do that?” Alice wondered, speaking as softly as she could.

  “Because he wants her to be pleased, but he also knows he can’t do it himself. She could cheat on him, but she wants to be honest. She is also fulfilling his fantasy of being a cuckold.”

  “What is that? A cuckold?”

  “It is a man whose wife is unfaithful, but he knows it and deals with it. Sometimes, like here, he encourages it. He likes feeling small and inadequate. He likes seeing his wife fuck a big black man. He wants her to be a sexual animal. He gives her permission and only asks to watch in return. You like this, don’t you, Alice?”

  The middle-aged woman swallowed hard, “It’s so perverse…”

  “Didn’t you and Maurice talk about a fantasy like this?” Crystal toyed with her, knowing perfectly well that they did. She even coached Maurice what to say the night before.

  “Yes. Something like this. Well, exactly like this.”

  “What do you think now that you’ve seen it? Be honest. Tell me.”

  “It…” The woman was screaming again as the men penetrated her simultaneously. The thinner man was pushing his long black cock into her ass while the bigger guy pushed his impossibly large chocolate rod into her pussy. Alice never considered having anal sex but something about watching her squeezed between those two men made her hot to the touch. The husband was jacking off with one hand while holding the camera in the other.

  “Rub your tiny penis honey. Rub it while these black men use me all night long!!” the woman cried out.

  Alice cleared her throat and turned her mouth to Crystal, car
eful not to let her eyes leave the action. “It makes me wish I could do that to John. Make him watch me do those things. I want to say those things to him.”

  “Come with me,” Crystal spoke lightly. “I’ll show you the next room.”

  That was the hottest room they had peaked into and Alice didn’t want to leave. She wanted to watch it till the end. But her son’s girlfriend was insistent and eventually the two of them walked into a small room with a black man standing in front of a bed. He was naked from head to toe, dark ebony skin that was far blacker than the other Negro men she had seen. Instead of short cropped hair or a shaved head, this man sported dreadlocks that danced around his skull. He wasn’t muscular like Maurice but his body was perfect and trim. Perhaps around thirty or more, the beauty of his presence was highlighted by a thick cock that looked so heavy that it literally bent slightly half way up it shaft. He stood there, stroking it, masturbating slowly.