“It’s okay,” Zoe said, running a hand over Lester’s muscular chest. “What Justin doesn’t know won’t hurt him. And I really miss having sex with you. You’re such a great lover.”
“Better than your husband?”
Zoe laughed. “You’re so much more of a man than him. Your cock is so much thicker than his and it feels so good, so full inside of me. You made me cum so hard.”
“Yeah?” Lester leaned over as Zoe nodded. He put his hands around her face and began kissing her. She reached inside of his shorts and began slowly pulling on his cock. She wasn’t exaggerating – his cock was only a couple inches longer than mine but it was so much thicker. I could see the big purple plum of his cockhead sticking outside of her fist as she pleasured him, kissing him. Then Lester stood up, Zoe rising with him. He unhooked her bra and it dropped to the floor. Then he picked her up and she said “ooh” as he threw her down on the bed.
“I’m gonna fuck you good and hard, you little cunt.”
“Do it, please,” my wife begged, rubbing her legs together. “I need to feel you inside of me.”
Lester grabbed the side of her panties and Zoe spread her legs, lifting her hips to help him remove her white panties. Now that she was naked, Lester slid up on top of her, aimed his thick black monster at her dripping wet pussy, and pressed that purple cockhead inside her pink folds.
“Ohhhhh God!” Zoe moaned. “I’ve missed this.”
He pushed in deeper and deeper, thrust after thrust, until he was soon fully inside of her. He put his head down and kissed her neck and shoulder as he pounded her hard.
“Your cock feels so good. It’s stretching me full,” my wife said, her arms holding his black shoulders close against her chest. “You’re so fucking amazing.” She was breathing hard, intensely. “Oh shit. Oh God, I’m cumming!” I saw her eyes roll back inside her head and her back arch, pushing her body up against Lester, as she rode through a powerful orgasm. “Fuck, it’s so good, baby… so fucking good!”
Zoe rolled her head to the side, her face showing sheer ecstasy as Lester pounded her relentlessly with his thick black cock. She then saw me standing at the doorway and had a look of shock on her face.
“It’s okay,” I mouthed. “Okay.” I held up a finger and shushed her.
Zoe looked up into Lester’s face and looked like she was about to say something, but then her voice quivered. “Ohhhhhhh… fuuuuuuck! You’re so fucking good!” She rode out another powerful orgasm.
Lester grunted as he pushed his cock deep inside of her and held it, then slowly stabbed her with quick jerks. I could see his balls twitching and his white cream coating his cock and dripping down her ass crack as he stayed inside of her, kissing her as he slowly lost his erection. His black cock slowly slithered outside of her, then popped out completely, releasing a torrent of semen onto his sheets. He lay down beside her.
“Shit, bitch,” Lester said, laughing as he held her hand. “You’re a good fuck. I missed fucking you.”
She kept her eyes locked on his as she slowly walked her fingers up his chest. “Even with all those other women I see going in and out of your bedroom?”
“You’re one of the best lays I got.”
“One of?”
Lester laughed and kissed her. I took that opportunity to sneak away back to my bedroom. About a half hour later, Zoe came into the bedroom wearing the nightgown that she’d worn to bed the night before.
“I know you saw me and Lester. Are you mad at me?”
“No,” I said. “I thought it was pretty hot.”
“Really?” Her eyes lit up. “I’m glad you see it that way. I love you with all my heart but I really need to have sex with a man like Lester. He’s not the best partner in a relationship but he’s really good at sex. I hope the two of you can be mature about it and give me what I need in your own ways.”
I got up from the bed, walked up to her, and lifted off her nightgown. “I agree, but I have my own needs.” Her pussy and inner thighs were shiny, glistening with her black lover’s cum. I kissed her and led her to the bed, spread her legs, and took my turn with my lovely bride.
PAYING OFF THE BOOKIE
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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“Twenty thousand dollars, Brandon? Twenty thousand dollars?” My wife Jordan was furious. “We don’t have that kind of money! What the fuck were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t thinking,” I replied. Over the last year, I’d racked up a large debt with my bookie. I was betting on sports and I was doing pretty well at first, but then things turned south. I kept thinking that I would win the next one, over and over, but it never happened.
“The first thing, you need to stop gambling. Never again, do you hear me? And you need to explain to him that our credit cards are maxed out and ask him if he’ll allow you pay on a payment plan.”
I told her that I was skeptical that he’d agree to anything like that. But we hopped into my car and drove downtown and parked in front of Treveon’s apartment. I knocked on the door and he opened it a crack, looking through the chain. Then he unchained the door and let us in. Considering his location, his tiny apartment was clean and attractive, though it looked very 1970’s. He sank down into his overstuffed couch while we stood.
“You got my money?”
“I don’t have ten thousand dollars,” I replied. “I was hoping we could work out some kind of a deal.”
Treveon slowly looked up and down my wife’s body. At twenty-seven, Jordan looks younger than her age, and she’s quite a beauty, her half-French and half-Salvadoran ancestry giving her a unique look. She works out regularly to maintain her toned hourglass figure, so it wasn’t surprising that Treveon seemed to like what he was seeing.
“You’re offering me this woman?”
“No, that’s my wife,” I said. “I’m talking about making regular monthly payments. Maybe $100 per month.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Treveon glared. “Bad things happen to people who don’t pay me. Many of them have just disappeared. You have until Monday to pay me in full.”
“But Treveon, sir, I can’t--”
“Maybe we can work out a deal,” Jordan said. “I’ve never been with a black man before and you’re very sexy. What do you have in mind?” She looked over at me and apparently saw my shocked reaction. “It’s okay honey.”
Treveon paused, his eyes squinting, his lips pursed as he slowly nodded. “Here’s what I’m thinking. Every time we have sex, the debt drops by $200.”
“It’s a deal,” Jordan said, taking my hand in hers. “Isn’t it, honey?”
I sighed and said, “Yes, it’s a deal.”
The next week, Treveon took my wife out on a date. Jordan took a long time primping and preparing for her date. After her shower, she put on a new lacy bra and panties and a sexy new miniskirt. They went dancing at a bar downtown and then they came back to our house. Treveon took Jordan by the hand and led her to the bedroom. As they passed by, Treveon said, “You’re coming with us.” I followed them into my bedroom.
Treveon and Jordan kissed for about five minutes, and he seemed to enjoy slowly taking off her clothes. I was surprised and started to think that maybe he was a gentle lover. But then he quickly removed his jeans and underwear, revealing a long, semi-erect cock. “Suck my cock, you white slut,” he
said, stepping up to the edge of the bed. Jordan was laying on the bed and she leaned over, trying to suck it but it didn’t really work because the angle was wrong. She jumped out of bed, got down on her knees and began to suck him with abandon. Treveon seemed to really be enjoying it, his head leaning back and his eyes closed as he softly moaned. His cock, which was larger soft than mine is erect, kept getting larger as my wife sucked on it. Then Treveon’s eyes opened and he turned to me.
“Take off your clothes,” he said to me.
I was curious why he wanted that, but I followed his orders. I was now fully naked, standing in front of my wife and her black lover. Her eyes were looking at me as his cock disappeared and reappeared inside of her sweet lips and puckered cheeks.
“All right, that’s enough,” Treveon said. Jordan wiped her mouth and stood up. “Brandon, get over here.” I walked up in front of him, fearing that he was going to make me suck his cock. “Turn around and lay down on the bed.” I was scared at that moment, but I didn’t have a choice. I tried to climb onto the bed. “Get on your hands and knees, with your ass near the edge.” I followed his instructions, my knees near the end of the mattress and my legs hanging off. I looked up at the standing mirror in the corner and I could see Treveon’s thick, erect cock approaching me. He spread apart my legs and I felt his cock press against my asshole. He wasn’t using any lubrication and his large cock didn’t have an easy time. It hurt as it pressed inside of me and I winced.
“Just relax, boy. The more you resist the worse it will hurt.”
Treveon’s legs were pressed firmly against the end of the bed, and he began pushing deeper.
“Yeah, you like this don’t you, bitch?” Treveon spanked my right ass cheek hard with his hand. “You whore! You fucking slut!” He reached beneath me and squeezed my testicles, making me yelp. Then he pulled my head back by my hair. My back was arching as he pounded me relentlessly with his powerful black rod. Again he slapped my ass. I grimaced in pain and saw my wife standing there, a few feet from the bed, giving me a look of disgust.
“Look at you, smiling like a proud little whore,” he said, slapping my ass. I wasn’t smiling at all, in pure agony as that thick cock penetrated me. Again he squeezed my balls hard and I cried out. “You love having her watch, don’t you? You think you’re a pretty little girl. Showing her how good you are, how much you love to take that black cock up your dainty little ass. You fucking show off!”
This went on for a few more minutes. Then he flipped me like a ragdoll onto my back. He placed my legs up on his shoulders and started thrusting inside of me again. I was breathing heavily and I was getting some pleasure, not just pain, as he pounded me. I could feel his cock rubbing the right way inside of me, pleasing my prostate. My little cock was fully erect, flopping against my belly with each thrust. Jordan stepped up to me and put her hands on my penis, and I was relieved that her hands were coated in lube. She began to jerk my little penis with her hands, and between Treveon’s cock pleasuring my asshole and my wife jerking my weiner, I was enraptured in physical bliss. I moaned uncontrollably. In a matter of minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. The dam burst and my penis squirted all over my stomach, my wife continuing to jerk me as I rode through the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced. Just as I finished, Treveon grunted loudly and pushed deep inside of me, filling my tight little asshole with his cream.
“Damn, bitch, you’re a naughty slut,” he said to me. “Fuck.” I felt his still-hard cock slip out of my asshole, and I worried that I might be shitting. Thankfully, though, as I rose in a daze, there wasn’t anything on the floor, just some cum running down my legs.
“Now clean me off, bitch,” Treveon said, aiming his cock at me.
“I’ll get a towel.”
“Get on your knees, you little slut. Clean my cock with your mouth.”
I got down as he’d ordered. As I took his thick black cock inside my mouth, I could taste my own shit.
“Yeah, you like that taste don’t you, bitch?” Treveon said, his hands on his hips. “You’re a little slut for black cock.” It didn’t take me long to get him fully hard again. I saw Jordan walk in from the bathroom, wipe his cock fully clean, and then the two of them began having sex on the bed. My asshole was throbbing as I watched Treveon satisfy my wife as I’d never seen her before.
“It’s in so deep!” Jordan said, her legs twitching as she praised Treveon’s magnificent cock and sexual abilities. He put my wife through three orgasms before he finally came a second time.
Over the next few months, the three of us had sex on a regular basis. Sometimes Treveon would fuck me after he’d already taken my wife, but other times he would use me first. It didn’t take long before we had paid off my gambling debt. After it was over, Jordan stopped seeing Treveon but she began dating a new black guy named Dameon. They were together for a few months, and then she started dating Demarius. She’s been dating the two of them for the better part of a year now, and she says she’s never been more sexually satisfied. The only downside is that after watching me with Treveon, she says that she can’t look at me as a real man anymore and doesn’t feel any sexual attraction any longer. But she allows me to watch and jerk off to her black lovers and I love that. Hopefully in the future I can get one of her new lovers to take me sexually the way that Treveon did. I’m such a bottom pig!
FILMING THE ELIGIBLE BACHELOR
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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“I really don’t know which woman I’ll pick,” John said, taking off his glasses as he nearly cried into the camera. “Both Ashley and Kylie are amazing women.”
We were nearing the finale of the hit reality television show, “The Eligible Bachelor.” It garnered the best ratings of any show on our cable network. Our viewers (mostly women) loved to watch the romance build between the eligible bachelor and two dozen beauties from around the country. Every week two of the women would go home until the finale where he selected his final choice. In theory, the couple would get married at the end of the season but in practice it only happened about half of the time. Even so, it made for great television.
At this point in the series, John had narrowed it down to two women: Ashley, a stunning blonde gold digger with perfect features and an edge to her, and Kylie, the sweetheart brunette with girl-next-door looks. Of course, the audience was all hoping that John would pick Kylie. At least up until the last two episodes.
You see, this season was filmed on location at a beautiful resort in Jamaica. The women were required to live together in a luxury cabin while the eligible bachelor had his own separate residence on the island. What happened this season, though, was something that had never happened before and that nobody could have predicted: Godrell, a sexy landscaper who worked for the resort, caught the eye of Ashley. She started bringing him back to the cabin for sexual encounters.
It was all caught on camera. However, the eligible bachelor remained unaware of what was really going on. The first night when Ashley brought Godrell back to the cabin, Kylie couldn’t see anything because she was on a date with John. But our viewers saw Ashley sitting with the half-naked Godrell. She was wearing nothing but a bikini sitting inside their room on the couch sipping on martinis and kissing. The black man was groping Ashley’s body and she was clearly enjoying it, her upper breasts and neck turning red
with her arousal. He started touching her in an overly friendly way and the producer had to stop the cameras and tell them to go to her room. Although you couldn’t see their bedroom escapades, you could hear the bed squeaking and Ashley’s loud moans. Half an hour later, Godrell sneaked out of the room with a pillow covering his groin. (You could see his Bermuda shorts below the pillow, so presumably he was covering up an erection.)
After he left, the cameras sat Ashley down for an interview. She admitted that she’d had sex with Godrell and that it was amazing. “His penis was so long, so thick. I’d heard about black guys having big ones but I’d never been with a black guy before. Godrell was so big and it felt so good. He really knows how to make love to a woman. When I came here, I told myself that I wouldn’t think about my past and my ex-boyfriend and I’d just focus on John. But ever since I met Godrell… I mean, the sparks just flew. Being with him just makes me tingle. I appreciate that John is a nice guy and a great provider but I’m not sure I’m ready to give up on love yet. I want a guy who can make me feel the way Godrell can.”
We were all surprised at her reaction as every indication had been that Ashley was only interested in money. But here she was willing to give up the chance to spend a lifetime with a successful (if nerdy) doctor for the opportunity to date a poor black landscaper with a big cock. Frankly, I found it refreshing.
But what was most incredible was what happened when Kylie got back from her date and John took Ashley on her date.
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