“Oh God,” Ted said, “I haven’t been in a young woman in years, especially a pretty white girl like you.” He was thrusting faster now and Sydney’s legs were up against his legs, moving with each thrust. “I have granddaughters younger than you.” His breathing became faster, more labored. “I’m coming!”
Sydney began to moan herself, announcing yet another orgasm. The two lovers came simultaneously, her tight young white cunt blasted by the old black man’s cum. When his orgasm finished, Sydney reached around and slapped his ass cheeks playfully. “That was fun,” she said. “I hope we can do that again!”
“Don’t worry,” he said, wiping off his forehead. “I’ll be back.”
Ted was a man of his word. Although Sydney’s client base expanded into a group of more than a dozen regulars, her favorite “suitor” is Ted. He comes by a couple times a week to fuck my wife, always shooting his stuff deep inside of her cunt. All her other lovers are required to use condoms, with the exception of me and Ted, but she felt it wouldn’t be right to require a condom after barebacking him the first time. Personally I like the situation because when I’m making love to my wife, I wonder whether she is pregnant at that moment with Ted’s baby. Although she’s on the Pill, I know it’s not one hundred percent effective – heck, our first child was conceived when she was on the Pill – and I’m not sure if it’s something I fear or desire. In any case, I’m still looking for a full-time job, and right now Ted really brings home the bacon for our family.
MY WIFE’S BLACK COLLEGE PROFESSOR!
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 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.
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This past summer, my wife Kaylee decided that she was going to go back to school and get her college degree. We’re both in our late twenties and established in our careers, but it would potentially help my wife advance at her company and it was also for her own personal enrichment. So four nights every week, I would take care of the kids while my wife went to a university that’s about half an hour away from our home.
At first, Kaylee seemed a little intimidated because she was ten years older than the other freshman, but she soon made friends and had some study partners for her classes. With one class in particular, she seemed eager to attend. It was a philosophy class that was taught by an African professor named Adegoke Achebe. The guy was nearly fifty years old but, according to my wife, all of the young women thought he was incredibly handsome and sexy. I noticed that when we would put on porn in bed, my wife started preferring to watch movies of white women having sex with black men. I asked her whether she was fantasizing about fucking her African professor but she denied it. Still, I noticed that she was far wetter and more excited than usual.
One day, I got a call from her classmate Heather asking if Kaylee was available. I thought that was strange because my wife had told me that she was going out to study with Heather. She told me that Kaylee was supposed to meet her for drinks that night after spending office hours with Professor Achebe. When I heard that, I asked the neighbors to watch the kids, jumped in my truck and drove off to the college.
When I arrived, I found out where Professor Achebe’s office was located. It was in a separate building from the psychology building, and it was darkly lit and dusty. When I finally arrived at his office, I could hear my wife’s voice through the door. Unfortunately, the window on the door had dark green glass and I couldn’t see through at all. But I noticed that the door wasn’t flush at all with the frame. I leaned forward and peered through the crack.
I could see nearly half the room. A tall dark-skinned black man, no doubt Professor Achebe, was wearing slacks and an unbuttoned dress shirt, exposing his muscular chest. Kaylee’s shirt was off, but she still had her bra on, and she was backing off as he was kissing her neck.
“No, Addy,” she said half-heartedly, her face looking toward the ceiling, angling her neck to receive his kisses. “I’m a married woman. I can’t do this.”
The professor laughed, then began kissing the other side of her neck. “Most of the women I’ve bedded have husbands or boyfriends. This has nothing to do with your marriage. This is about a man and woman.”
“I don’t want to hurt my husband,” she said.
“This has nothing to do with him,” he said as his hands fondled her ass cheeks through her jeans. “You’ve never had the pleasure of bedding a black man. You deserve that. He will never know.”
“My husband uses condoms,” she said sulkily. “I’m not on the Pill. Do you have one?”
“It’s okay,” he said. “I’ll pull out.”
Professor Achebe unbuckled his slacks and they dropped to the floor. He was now wearing nothing but a pair of boxers with a huge bulge in the front. My wife fell to her knees, pulled back the waistband and freed his eager erection. Kaylee’s eyes bulged at her prize. Although I’d expected him to have a large cock, this was about eight inches long, veiny and thick, with a large purple bulbous head at the end.
“Oh, my God,” Kaylee said. “The girls weren’t kidding about you!” She put her head forward and took the large head into her mouth. I could see her cheeks puckering and I knew that she was licking and swirling her tongue as she looked into his eyes. She had one hand pumping the base of the shaft and the other hand playing with his nutsack. The professor was leaning back, moaning as he received the blowjob for a couple of minutes.
“Okay now,” he said. “I want to fuck you on my desk.” My wife stood up, removed her jeans and panties, and bent over the desk. The fifty-ish black professor stepped up behind my wife, grabbed her ass cheeks, and put the head of his cock at her anus.
“No!” Kaylee said as she stood up. “I don’t even let my husband do that with his tiny penis. I’m sure as hell not taking a real cock in my ass!”
Professor Achebe laughed. “I was kidding. Relax and bend over.” She complied and this time he aimed his cock right at my wife’s warm, moist cunt and pushed it nearly halfway inside.
“Oh, shit! Fuck! That’s really good!” Kaylee began to move her hips slowly in rhythm as he slid back and forth, slowly inserting more and more. “Fuck me, Addy! Fuck me with your huge black cock!”
The professor was now pounding into her with deep thrusts, nearly pulling out his entire cock before slamming in back inside of her. Every so often he would take his right hand, release her ass cheek and smack it hard. Kaylee was whimpering and moaning the entire time, sounds that I’d only heard her make when she was orgasming. I wondered whether this black man’s cock was giving her one long series of climaxes.
The professor started speaking in another language. He began speaking in a deep voice and Kaylee’s moans got louder. “I’m cumming again,” she announced. “Cumming so fucking hard, Addy!” The professor gripped her waist and pulled her violently back against him and he pushed hard, his cock going impossibly deep into my wife. He grunted deeply and I could see his taint squeezing, his balls contracting, his penis twisting ever so slightly as he flooded my wife’s vagina with his sperm, totally saturating her snug white beaver. Kaylee stood up, still impaled on his thick rod. Her black lover’s hands massaged her tits as she leaned back to French kiss him.
At that moment, I decided it would be best to get out of the building before I got caught. I left the building, got back in my truck and drove home. When I got into the house, I masturbated as I recalled the amazing scene I�
��d just witnessed. When Kaylee finally came home a few hours later, she acted like nothing had happened. She told me that she’d been out studying late with her friend Heather. I’m still debating whether I should confront her about what I saw. It’s only been a couple of weeks but I’ll be interested in seeing whether she misses her period.
SHE’S DATING A BLACK BASEBALL PLAYER
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 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.
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“Is this Dylan?” I didn’t recognize the guy’s voice but he sounded black.
“Yes, may I ask who’s calling?”
“It’s Jhalil Samuels. Do you know who I am?”
“Yes.”
Of course I did. He was the star player on the Black Stallions, the city’s minor league baseball team. The Stallions are a farm team for a major league franchise, and there are sometimes players who go up and down between the minors and majors. One of the guys who came down is Jhalil Samuels, a first-round draft pick who was injured and sent down temporarily to the minors. My wife Hannah, who is thirty-five, works for a property management company doing marketing and promotions. A year ago they’d purchased the Black Stallions, a struggling minor league baseball team. The company had asked my wife to assist in the revitalization of the team. Instead of going to the office every day, she was now spending most days out with the team and at the stadium, often wearing a baseball uniform and her hair in ponytail, wearing a baseball cap. She loved watching the games, especially with all the sexy young athletic guys – she calls them “boys.”
“Your wife Hannah and I have some real chemistry. I’d like to have a sexual relationship with her. She said that I should ask you if it’s okay.”
I was shocked at first. But as we talked, I realized that this was something that I’d always fantasized about and this might be a great opportunity. I was surprised that she hadn’t asked me first, but I figured that it was fine. I told him that Hannah had my permission to date him.
That evening during dinner, I mentioned to Hannah the phone call that I’d received from Jhalil. Her mouth dropped. She said that Jhalil was hitting on her pretty hard. Although she was very attracted to him, she told him that she’s a married woman. He was persistent, and at one point she told him to call her husband and if he’s okay with it, she’d be willing. It was just a joke, she insisted – she never thought that he would actually call me! When I informed her that I’d told Khalil that she was free to sleep with him, she was totally shocked. But by the end of dinner, I could see that she was thinking about having sex with the sexy black baseball player with the multi-million-dollar contract.
A few nights later, Jhalil invited Hannah to dinner at a ritzy restaurant in the city. Before she left, she packed toiletries and a change of clothes, so I wasn’t surprised when she called after dinner to let me know that she’d be staying the night at his condo. When she got home the next morning, we made love while she told me all the dirty details.
Jhalil took her in his Cadillac Escalade to his condo in the city. It was a 12,000 square foot home on the 25th floor of a tower. After sharing some drinks, they both went to the bedroom. They started by lying on the bed, kissing passionately with all of their clothes on. His hands ran all over Hannah’s body, and she loved that. Soon he removed her blouse and her bra. When Jhalil removed his clothes, he was sporting the biggest cock she’d ever seen – it was roughly a foot long and as thick as her wrist, uncircumcised with a huge purple head on the end. “I want to feel that inside of me,” she said, pulling off her skirt and panties. “I want to feel completely full.”
My wife looked deeply into her black lover’s eyes as he lined up his thick cock at her eager, wet entrance. They began kissing as he slowly pushed his black monster inside of my wife’s cunt. Even though she was wetter than ever, he was so large that it took him a few strokes to get it all inside of her. The young baseball player was thrusting violently inside of her at a tremendous pace. Hannah’s arms were wrapped around his muscular body as she received what was easily the greatest pleasure in her life. Although she’d had some larger cocks than mine back in college, she’d never experienced the feeling of something so huge and black. She was hunching up her groin to receive his mighty weapon, and she wrapped her ankles around his waist and slipped a hand to her crotch, diddling her clit. Hannah was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning, whimpering and crying as he easily gave her orgasm after orgasm. Her back was arching as she rolled through climax after climax. She couldn’t help but tell him how amazing his cock felt and how he made her feel like a woman.
Jhalil straightened his arms, lifting himself up a bit, and Hannah looked down between her legs, admiring the sight of that magnificent black cock pulling all the way out, then thrusting mightily back in. She could hear the sounds of her sopping wet pussy greedily taking his pleasure, and loved the contrast of his dark black muscular frame against her soft pale body. She had yet another powerful orgasm when Jhalil blasted his load inside of her. After some cuddling, Hannah moved down to his cock and began to blow him. She hardly ever does that for me, but she told me that the sheer size of his cock gave her the desire to pleasure him with her mouth. It didn’t take long before he was hard again. They had sex four times that night in a bunch of different positions. That morning, they had one last fuck in the shower before he sent for a taxi to bring her home.
I was totally loving every part of her story except when she allowed him to come inside of her. I had a vasectomy after our second child was born, she wasn’t using anything for protection, and I pointed out that she’d never get an abortion. Hannah replied that she wasn’t worried about it, and she mentioned that she’s read in the paper that he has two baby mamas and they are both receiving over $100,000 a year in child support. She said that she loved fucking him bareback, but she’d make him use condoms from now on if I insisted. I thought about it for a moment and then told her that I trusted her judgment and I would support her in whatever she wants to do.
Over the last two months, my wife has sex with Jhalil three or four times a week. Sometimes she stays the night in his condo or a hotel room, sometimes they have sex in a vehicle, and sometimes he comes home with her at night after the kids are in bed. When he leaves, I jump in bed with her and put my penis inside of her wet, swollen cunt. I enjoy feeling the slick, oily feeling of his semen lubricating her velvety channel. I don’t feel any fear or jealousy, just happiness at how much pleasure Hannah is getting and excitement at knowing that her fertile pussy is being filled with the seed of such an amazing male specimen. We’ve talked about the possibility of her getting pregnant by him and we’re both excited at the possibility, and I will raise the child as if it’s my own. This weekend Jhalil is taking my wife on a week-long vacation to the Virgin Islands. I can’t wait to hear all the dirty details when she returns!
MY WIFE IS DOING INTERRACIAL PORN
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2015 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 fi
ctitious 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.
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We were sitting around the table one evening, looking at the bills in front of us. My wife Abigail had lost her high-paying job at the investment company and she couldn’t find new work. She had always made more money than I did and I didn’t have the ability to easily make more money. Her unemployment compensation was about to run out. We were discussing how to keep the roof over our kids’ heads.
“You know, Nick,” my wife said half-jokingly, “maybe I should listen to Tony and go into porn.”
We have a friend who owns a porn company out in California. At one point he suggested that Abby try porn because it pays even better than her investment job. She’s in her late twenties with a pretty face and a body that turns heads, even after having two children. At the time, it wasn’t anything that she would consider but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“I mean, I’m not working right now,” she said. “I could fly out there, film some movies, and come back with the money. Tony says I could make $100,000 a year, even more. In the meantime, I’ll keep looking to find work.”
After discussing the idea, we agreed that she should give Tony a call. Tony told her that he’d love to have her out there. We learned that his company does exclusively interracial scenes, meaning black men with white women. She would earn $1200 for a typical scene, $2000 for an anal scene, and $5000 for a double penetration scene. Tony said that the popular girls do about ten scenes per month. He guaranteed her ten scenes if she would fly out there for a month and she could see whether she liked it. It was an offer that we couldn’t refuse. We got a plane ticket and she flew out the next weekend.
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