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“Hey, honey.” It was my wife Alyssa’s voice. “I’m going to pick up some groceries. I’ll be back around eight or so.”
Why would it take her over two hours to go to the grocery store? That had me suspicious. But what had me even more suspicious was the fact that two doors down from the store was Ornell, her black ex-boyfriend.
Alyssa and I had some difficulties and we decided to “take a break” a little less than a year ago. I assumed that we were just spending time apart and we were still a monogamous couple. Then I discovered that Alyssa was dating another guy. They lived together for six months. From what I’ve heard, there was a lot of fighting between them, and some domestic violence allegations as well.
When Alyssa knocked on my door, I found her there with a black eye, crying and begging me to take her back. Of course I relented and we moved back in together. It was nice to be a couple again but there were still problems. When we made love, I could tell Alyssa wasn’t sexually satisfied. She told me that Ornell’s cock was much larger than mine, but she swore that my “little wiener” was okay, too.
It wasn’t just size, though. Alyssa said that Ornell was better in bed because he had so much more experience. Her black lover, she claimed, had slept with over a hundred women. (Although he may have as many as twenty kids, he only admits to six of them and claims that “the bitches are just trying to pin their kids on me.”) Often when we’d have sex, I knew that she was fantasizing about her black stud.
After quickly changing out of my work clothes, I decided that I would drive over to the grocery store and see what was really happening. Sure enough, I found Alyssa’s car in the parking lot but after walking through the store, I couldn’t find her. I left the store and walked down to Ornell’s house. Standing behind a bush, I peeked in through the bedroom window. Sure enough, Alyssa was naked and laying in the bed with Ornell, who was wearing only a pair of boxer shorts. They were kissing and caressing each other.
“You couldn’t resist this black cock, could you?” Ornell said.
My wife reached into his shorts and began gently tugging on his cock. “I miss it so much. It feels so good inside of me. Your cock is like a mighty oak tree and my husband’s is like a little twig. I can’t really feel Connor inside of me. The only way I can tell that we’re having sex is that he’s moving his hips.”
Ornell chuckled. “Yeah, you love that black cock, bitch. Go on and suck it. Suck on that black cock.”
Alyssa pulled his boxers down around his ankles, exposing his formidable manhood. Although he wasn’t fully erect, he was a good nine inches long and as thick as a fat cucumber. My wife eagerly took his cock in her hands and began to lavish it with attention, her tongue licking and swirling over it, then taking it into her mouth. Alyssa hardly ever gave me a blowjob, saying that it was “dirty,” but here she was gobbling his black cock like a woman obsessed. Soon, Ornell was fully erect.
“Let’s do it doggy,” he said.
My wife got on her hands and knees. Ornell got behind her and slowly began to penetrate her.
“Oh, God,” Alyssa moaned. “It’s so big. It feels so good.” As he inched his way inside of her, deeper with each thrust, she continued to praise him and his cock. I’d always thought that my wife was just quiet in bed, but she wasn’t quiet at all with Ornell.
“Yeah, bitch,” Ornell said, reaching down and around her leg to play with her clit. The bed was squeaking loudly as they rocked. “Your pussy feels real good. Nice and tight.”
“Ooooohh,” Alyssa moaned. She was breathing heavily and clearly was enjoying the action. “I’m cumming, baby!”
I couldn’t believe it. Alyssa seldom orgasmed with me, and even when she did it always took a long time. But Ornell was able to get her off quickly and repeatedly. When I would feel my wife orgasm, I would lose control and climax but Ornell just kept pounding her, putting her through four orgasms.
They moved into the missionary position, kissing passionately as Ornell pistoned his cock deep inside of my wife’s cunt. “It feels so good, baby,” Alyssa cooed. “My pussy feels so good with a big cock. I love you, Ornell!” Then she began having another orgasm just as Ornell’s muscular body tensed up. I could see his huge black balls jerking as he filled my wife’s cunt with his baby batter.
“I love you, baby,” Alyssa said, looking deep into his eyes. Ornell leaned down and kissed her, saying, “I love you, too.” His cock was still embedded in my wife’s cunt, and I could see some of his cum oozing out around his thick black barrel.
I sneaked away and went back home. When my wife arrived home from the grocery store, she was very happy and pleasant. When I made love to her that night, she felt looser than usual, but I think we both were excited knowing that Ornell had fucked her earlier in the day. We both orgasmed and it was some of the best sex we’ve had in years!
ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
* * *
Lily’s eyes were wide and excited. “Dylan, honey, I finally got a job!”
Lily had stayed home after our first child was born. With the baby now in day care, my wife had started applying for various jobs in retail and restaurants. She was having trouble finding work but now she’d gotten a job offer from a nearby fast food restaurant.
During her interview, my wife met Leeshawn, a strong, handsome black man who worked there as a manager. The guy was in his early twenties, so he was a few years younger than my wife. I wasn’t surprised when Lily told me that he was attracted to her. My wife is a blonde knockout, and even after the baby she got back her hourglass figure by working out and eating right.
“That’s wonderful,” I said, hugging her. She said she started on Monday.
Lily was having a great time at her new job. After the first couple of weeks, I noticed that she seemed a little distant and that she was texting a lot. She said she was texting with her friend Jane, but she kept the phone away from me whenever I would walk by. I decided that I would stop by her work and see what was going on.
I told my supervisor that I felt sick and needed to leave early, then I drove over to the burger joint. When I arrived, I walked through the entrance door near the bathrooms so she couldn’t see me. I then walked over to the farthest part of the dining tables, sitting behind a pole so that she wouldn’t easily be able to see me.
I was there for over an hour watching but I didn’t see anything unusual. But then I saw Leeshawn walk up from the back office. He stood behind the counter, walked over to Lily and whispered in her ear. She nodded and took his hand, then they walked out and toward the bathrooms. I saw them walk inside the men’s room and Leeshawn put a yellow “cleaning” sign on the door. I waited a couple minutes then opened the door a crack and peeked inside.
“Yeah, like that, bitch.” Leeshawn had his slacks and underwear around his ankles. Lily was on her knees, sucking on his cock. The thing was huge, twice as long as mine and incredibly thick. She hardly ever gave me a blowjob, but she was sucking her boss’s cock with abandon, massaging his shaft with her tongue and swirling it around his cockhead as she played with his balls.
Then Lily dropped her slacks and she bent over, her hands against the wall and her face up only inches away from the urinal. Leeshawn ran his cockhead menacingly over her pussy, then pressed the head inside and began wor
king the shaft inside. Lily was grunting and breathing heavily as he penetrated her.
“God, it’s good,” Lily said. “I love how thick you are. It feels so right for my pussy. I never knew that sex could be so good.”
“Yeah,” Leeshawn said, holding her hips as he fucked her. “You’re a fuckin’ whore for black dick, ain’t ya?”
“Give me that black cock, baby,” she said, her head bobbing forward into the urinal. “It’s so fucking good. So fucking big and thick.”
“Here it comes, bitch,” he said. He gripped her waist hard and pressed deep inside of her. His black cock jerked over and over, his balls twitching as they released hundreds of millions of sperm up inside of her cunt. Leeshawn sighed and took a half-step back. His black serpent slithered out of my wife’s blonde cunt, and a dollop of semen gushed out and onto the floor.
“Shit, bitch, you better clean that shit up!” Leeshawn said as they both pulled up their pants. As they checked themselves in the mirror, I walked away from the door and out of the restaurant.
It’s been three months now. Lily still loves her job and Leeshawn has even promoted her to assistant manager. And our sex life has improved – Lily’s sex drive had been abysmal but now she wants sex all the time. When I’m fucking her, I think about the time I watched Leeshawn fill her with his seed. It’s so hot!
BLACK MAN’S INHERITANCE
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
* * *
“What do you think, Zachary?” she asked, sitting on the couch next to me.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
My twenty-four-year-old wife Brianna had just presented me with the most unbelievable idea. She’d met Waylen, a black man in his late sixties who sometimes dined at her restaurant. Waylen had a terminal illness and had only a couple years to live. His wife was unable to conceive and she’d died a few years ago, and now Waylen didn’t have anybody close to him to inherit his fortune. He claimed he was worth over five million dollars, and given that his house alone was worth well over a million, it seemed plausible to me.
Waylen told Brianna that he really wanted to leave his fortune to his flesh and blood child. And he asked Brianna if she would carry his child.
“Zachary, it’s not just his money,” my wife said. “I’d get his Social Security benefits to help pay for the baby until it turns eighteen.” She leaned in. “After I have his baby, we’ll have our own.” Although I was hesitant at first, after some long and serious discussion, we decided that it made sense for us.
When Brianna told Waylen, she said he was elated. She quickly went off the pill and began tracking her cycle. She pinpointed when she would be ovulating, and she took the week off from work. I moved into the guest room for the week so that Waylen could sleep in our bed with my wife.
When Waylen arrived in blue jeans and a dress shirt, pulling his luggage behind him, I was surprised at how good he looked. He was tall, handsome and dark-skinned. Although he was clearly an older gentleman, he had kept himself in great shape, with a muscular physique. He had a strong grip and I was a little intimidated by him.
When Brianna arrived at the door to greet him, she was wearing nothing but sexy lingerie. She had to lean up to kiss him, and he put his powerful arms around her. They seemed a little too familiar and friendly together, and I suddenly wondered whether this was really the first time that they were going to have sex. My wife led her black lover to our bedroom and helped him put his stuff away.
Brianna and Waylen embraced and kissed, all the while slowly removing their clothes. When his shorts came off, I was surprised at the size of his cock. It had to be ten inches long and as thick as my wrist! My wife dropped to her knees and took his black cock into her mouth. She was corkscrewing her head, giving him a world-class blowjob while massaging his sack. His head was leaning back and he was moaning as his cock hardened even further. I was surprised that he was so hard at his age!
Then Brianna laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide. Waylen got up between her legs. He rubbed the head of his cock over his slit, wetting it and rubbing her clit, then finally pressed it into her entrance.
“Oh, wow!” Brianna said, her eyes growing. “That’s so big!” As he pressed in deeper, she was in heaven. “It feels so good, Waylen. I had no idea a cock could feel like that. I feel so full! It’s touching all the right places.”
Waylen lowered himself onto his elbows and began kissing Brianna as his hips pumped hard. My wife was moaning loudly, despite her mouth filled with Waylen’s tongue. Her delicate white arms went up over his powerful black shoulders, holding him close to her. She lifted her legs up and locked her ankles behind his waist. “Oh god, I’m cumming!” she announced. I could see her belly contracting involuntarily as his mighty black cock brought her to climax. A couple of minutes later, she groaned through a second orgasm.
Finally, Waylen couldn’t take any more. “Here I come, baby!” He pushed in balls deep and fired his seed deep inside my wife’s fertile cunt. Brianna began to climax again, simultaneously orgasming with her black lover. I saw his thick black shaft pulsing as he deposited a few more blasts of baby batter into her womb. They again kissed, then he rolled off of her.
The whole week Brianna and Waylen were having sex, sometimes in the bedroom but also throughout the house, wherever the mood struck them. Some nights, while I was sleeping in the guest room, I could hear my wife’s powerful orgasms and I masturbated to the sounds. Of course, Brianna and I didn’t have any sex that week. And after Waylen left, we used condoms until the pregnancy test confirmed that my wife was pregnant. All throughout the pregnancy, Waylen would still have sex with my wife. Sometimes he would stop by late at night when I was sleeping, let himself into our house and slip into bed with my wife. When the sounds of them making love would wake me up, I would just kiss Brianna and excuse myself to the guest room.
When we went for the first ultrasound, we learned some wonderful news – Brianna was pregnant with triplets! Waylen was proud as peaches when he heard the news. When the babies were born, he cut the umbilical cords and signed the birth certificates. Unfortunately, though, my wife had a bad blood infection and nearly died in childbirth. The doctors told her that it would be very dangerous to have any more children, so she had her tubes tied at the hospital.
A few months later, Waylen passed away. We found out that Waylen didn’t actually have millions of dollars after all, but our children did inherit his house and Social Security is helping to defray the cost of raising them. But I don’t really care about the cost. I love our kids – two boys and a girl – and I couldn’t be any happier if their skin were as white as mine!
WHATEVER HE WANTS
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights res
erved.
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“Now, boy,” yelled Andre, my wife’s menacing and intimidating black lover. “Get down on your knees, boy!”
I fell to my knees on the basement floor, wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton briefs. I had a ball gag in my mouth and my hands tied behind my back as I knelt in front of Andre, my wife Amber’s black lover. He stood there wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans, his enormous African manhood creating a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his jeans. He stood nearly 6’3 with broad shoulders and a tattooed, muscular body.
“Kiss my feet, boy,” he ordered. Instantly, I did as I was told. Andre opened up the door to the large dog cage he’d ordered with my credit card. It was sitting right under the basement staircase. “Get inside, now!”
I stood up, walked over to the cage, kneeled down and leaned inside, onto my left arm. Dre came over and pushed me, getting my body fully inside the crate.
“That’s a good boy, Benjamin!” Amber was standing next to him wearing nothing but a see-through negligee. She leaned upward to receive a kiss from her black stud and turned back to me. “We’ll check on you in the morning.” She closed the door on the cage and padlocked it.
As I heard them walking up the stairs to the main level, I tried to make myself comfortable. The cage had a cold, plastic bottom and it was sitting on the concrete. Our basement was somewhat cool and I knew that it would be difficult to get to sleep without proper clothing or even a blanket. In all likelihood, I was going to be up all night shivering.
“Nnnnnhhh!” I tried to make as much noise as possible but I couldn’t with the ball gag. Hoping to get their attention while I still could, I knocked hard on the top of the cage.
“Be quiet,” my wife said sternly. Then the light went out and the basement went completely dark. “Good night.” I heard the door close and their footsteps walking away. For a couple of minutes, I was sitting there in silence, wondering what to do.
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