“What do you think?” she asked, fixing her mascara in the mirror. “My boy is totally cute. I’m taking him home with me.”
“Yeah, I like Perry,” I said. “I think he’s gonna get some tonight.”
We invited the boys back to Cathy’s house. The two of them were sharing a car just like us, and they followed us out to Cathy’s beautiful home. I’d assumed that Perry and I would jump in my car and head to my house, but Cathy suggested that I stay the night at her place.
Cathy opened a bottle of expensive cabernet and we all had a glass. But she didn’t even finish her glass before she began kissing and undressing Eric right there in the kitchen. He seemed inexperienced and Cathy was totally going after him. I took Perry by the hand and walked toward the living room.
“Why don’t you two use the guest room,” she said. “Eric and I are going to my bedroom.”
When we got to the guest room, Perry took total control. “I love having sex with married women,” he said, holding me around the waist. “That ring just gets me so hard.”
“Yeah?” I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, unveiling his chiseled black chest. “I love athletes. They get me so hot.” I slowly kissed my way down his chest, then unbuckled his belt. I unzipped his jeans, dropped to my knees, and took ahold of his cock.
“Damn, it’s big!” His cock was probably eight inches or less, but it was so very thick. “I’ve never seen one so thick before.” I began licking and sucking his dick, and I took nearly half of it inside my mouth. I couldn’t take more than that or I’d choke. But I pulled on his shaft as I licked the end, and he groaned in appreciation.
Perry then undressed me. As I lay down on the bed, I loved how soft the comforter felt, even though there was always a slightly musty smell to Cathy’s linen. I could hear Cathy moaning in pleasure in the other room through the walls. Perry leaned down on top of me and we kissed as he fondled my breasts. When I lined up that big black cock at my entrance, I was so wet, so excited to feel such a girthy cock inside of me. When it slipped inside of me, pushing my pussy walls apart, spreading my firmly but pleasurably, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms and legs around my black lover.
The bed was bouncing, the springs squeaking, as his cock plunged deep inside of me. I felt so much pleasure from being fully filled. “I’m cumming,” I moaned, my body tensing as his big cock took me all the way. I reached up and pulled his head down to kiss me.
“Oh God yes,” we heard Cathy squeal in the other room, and we both giggled at it as I looked into Perry’s eyes. He resumed concentrating and looked so serious as he fucked me. A few minutes later, he said he was cumming. He pushed in deep and I felt his cock jerking inside of me as he deposited millions of sperm inside my womb.
We lay together in bed, sweating and recovering, as we listened to Eric and Cathy fucking in the other room. Soon Perry was getting hard again and I sucked him back to fullness. He then fucked me doggy style, which was amazing, and I came a second time.
Just before I left, I gave Perry my number. He said that he would call but he never did. Cathy told me that the college boys don’t stick around long before they disappear, which was fine with her. I continued going with Cathy to the college bars about once a week but I also met an older guy in his mid-forties at the gym and I enjoyed a full boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, which I loved. He also has a large cock but he really knows how to use it, and gives great cunnilingus as well.
When Colin finally got out of the hospital, he still wasn’t totally healthy and couldn’t have sex. I told him that I wasn’t ready yet to resume a monogamous relationship, anyway, and that we’d need to talk about our opening our relationship going forward. Luckily he’s a good, supportive guy and he understands that I love him, and he told me that he’s willing to be flexible. I think the temporary solution may end up being a permanent one, and my husband’s car accident may have been a blessing in disguise for all of us.
A THUG WITH A HEART OF GOLD
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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Over the years, I’d never been very popular with the women. I was always the boring guy who studied hard at school and got good grades, the one who thought ahead and did what was prudent. The women, though, were interested in other guys. People always told me that women are attracted to nice guys but everywhere I would look, they were dating loser assholes.
But then I met Maya. A beautiful buxom blonde, I figured she could have any guy that she wanted. Although I was twenty-three and getting established in my career in technology, women wouldn’t even allow me to say a word about myself before rejecting me. But Maya was different.
We met at a Starbucks. I was sitting on my laptop using their wifi, working on a project. She was sitting their crying. I learned that her last boyfriend was abusive and cheated on her, and she just broke up with him. I comforted her and then left, not expecting anything more. A couple weeks later, though, I saw her again at the coffee shop. She initiated the conversation and I was shocked that she seemed interested in me. I asked her out on a date and she agreed.
I wasn’t very experienced at first, but Maya didn’t seem to care. I was so excited the first time I didn’t last long in bed before filling the condom, but she just laughed and made a joke out of it. I was an eager student at eating pussy and I soon learned how to get her off well with my tongue. We’d dated for three months and things were going great between us, I thought. I thought that she was the one.
“I just want to make it clear that we’re dating,” she said, while pouring herself a bowl of Cheerios. “We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend.”
“What’s the difference?” I asked.
“We’re not in an exclusive relationship. You’re dating me but you could be dating other people, too. The same goes for me. There aren’t any rules.”
“I’m not dating anybody else,” I said. “Are you dating others?”
She shrugged, facing away from me as she put the milk back in the fridge. “There’s a guy I met at the gym and he took me out for drinks. It was only one date, so I’m not sure you’d say that we’re dating.”
I learned that his name was Tyus. The way she described him, Ty was a tall, heavily-muscled black man who worked out at the gym for hours a day. He lived at home with his mother and worked as a manager at a fast food restaurant. I didn’t want to appear jealous so I didn’t ask too many questions, but the way she talked about him suggested that she was totally into him.
Over the next few months, Maya started seeing Ty at her apartment a lot of the time. Not only did he have toiletries in her bathroom, but I saw his shirts in her bedroom closet. She said that he wasn’t living with her but that he stayed overnight frequently. Maya said that when they’d have sex at his place, she would moan so loudly that his mother could hear it, so they had to do it at her place. I didn’t say anything to her about it, but I’d never heard her make much noise at all in bed with me.
One night Maya confessed to me that although she loves me, she’s in love with Tyus. “He’s so exciting and interesting,” she said. I thought that was a little strange because I have all sorts of interesting hobbies and opinions. My anime movies and my collection of matchbooks from closed restaurants around the country are pretty darn fascinating, if I do say so myself. And from what I’ve seen, Tyus has never said anything profound or done much of
anything except work out in the gym, drink beer and have sex.
Still, I admired Tyus. One time I had just shared an expensive meal with Maya at a great new restaurant. I was hoping to make love to her that night but as I was paying the bill, she told me that she already had other plans. Tyus arrived on his motorcycle to pick her up. He was well-dressed and attractive, and I could see the way that all the women at the restaurant looked at him longingly as she sat down behind him, her body pressed against his, as they rode away to her apartment. I’m too risk-averse to drive a motorcycle (and I can afford a car, unlike Tyus), so I can understand why should find that sexy.
Sometimes I get angry at the way Tyus treats her, though. One day in April she came to me with bruises on her body. When I asked, she said that Tyus had gotten upset when another guy was looking at her. He hit her and left some marks, but nothing was broken. I was upset about it but she told me that she’d realized that it just showed how deeply Tyus cared for her. I just sat there steaming, knowing that I’d seen him a couple times downtown, each time with a different blonde woman on his arm. But Maya was totally into him.
One time I’d left my wireless mouse at Maya’s place and I went over to get it. The door was wide open so I just walked inside. I could hear what sounded like Maya moaning in pain from the living room, though. I saw my mouse on the kitchen counter. When I stepped into the kitchen and peeked around the corner, I was shocked at what I saw. Maya was bent over the couch and Tyus was fucking her from behind.
“Oh God, it’s so good,” she moaned loudly, breathing heavily. “Fuck me, baby.”
He slapped her ass and kept pounding her at a fast pace. “I’m fucking you, bitch. I’m fucking you with my big black cock. You like that?”
I looked at their groins. He was pulling out a long way before pushing back inside. I couldn’t tell his length for certain but his cock was far thicker than mine, and I saw a good seven inches of cock with each thrust and part of his cock was still inside of her. I wondered just how big he was. Then I realized that he wasn’t using a condom. Not only was she having sex with him far more frequently, but she was letting him take her bare.
“You like it, don’t you, bitch?” He slapped her red-welted ass cheek again. “Much better than than your little geek boy?”
“You’re so much bigger,” she groaned. “So much better, baby. You’re a real man. I need you, baby!”
I sneaked back out of the house and left. A few weeks later, Maya told me that she’s not going to date me any longer.
“Tyus isn’t happy that I’ve been dating you while still dating him. He wants to be my boyfriend so I’m going to give him a chance.” She explained that she’d always dated assholes who abused her and cheated on her, but Tyus is different. “The sex is amazing, but it’s so much more than that. He’s such a caring man. He has a heart of gold.”
Although I knew better, I wasn’t going to fight over it. I wished her the best and told her that if she changed her mind, I’d be there to take her back. I knew that she’d eventually see what I saw – that Tyus was nothing but a selfish loser who can’t get a real job because of his felony convictions. Sure enough, a few months later she called me crying about how he was ignoring her and he’s “staying late at work,” even though she knew his schedule and he wasn’t really working. He was also physically abusive and he’d given her a black eye. I consoled her and comforted her over the phone.
About a month after that, I got another sobbing call from Maya. She’d just informed Tyus that she was pregnant. He became irate and denied that he was the father, saying he’d never pay a cent for her baby. He called her a cheating whore, said that I’m the father and told her to go back to me. I assured her that if she wanted to come back to me, I’d take her back with open arms, and I’d be happy to say that I’m the father and I’d love the baby as if it were my own.
Maya and I are now officially boyfriend and girlfriend. I’m now the doting father of a five month old black baby girl. My name is on the birth certificate, and I couldn’t love that baby any more even if I were the biological father. Tyus called Maya last week, saying that he’s not the father but he wants to date her again. She asked if I’d consider allowing her to date Tyus on the side, even though we are boyfriend and girlfriend. I don’t think it’s a good idea for Maya’s sake but I know how much she loves him. I’m sure it won’t be long before I agree to let her date him again.
HELPING THE TEAM
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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“Ian, is there any way I can help?” my wife Brooke asked.
“I’m not sure how,” I replied sadly.
I was sitting at the kitchen table, my hands on my head, wondering how we were going to pull it off. Tomorrow evening we were going to an exclusive downtown hotel and presenting our technology solution to the executive team at BNET Education, a rapidly growing company providing educational software to colleges and high schools. The problem is that, no matter how we would spin it, it would be easy for BNET to see that our solution was no better than the competitions and cost a little more.
And my team really needed to get this deal. We’d recently lost our second biggest account and layoffs were looming. If we could secure this deal, it would replaced all the lost income and get us bonuses.
“Who is that?” she asked, looking at one of the photos in my folder.
“Tremain Darvis,” I said. “He’s one of the owners of BNET. He’s a good guy but a real horn dog. He’s the reason no significant others are allowed. We’re trying to do business with him and his primary focus is on skirt chasing.”
“I think he’s cute,” she said. “But I’ve always had a thing for black guys. Does he like blondes?”
“He loves blondes.” I felt my penis stir in my pants. “What are you suggesting?”
“I’m suggesting that you tell him that if he selects your company’s package, you’ll send over a woman to keep him company.”
“My wife?”
“Don’t tell him who I am,” she said. “Just tell him that your company will send over a pretty blonde named ‘Sunshine’ who will show him a good time.” My Brooke was still a head-turner at twenty-eight, with a thin, toned body and a perfect ass. “You’ve said you’d like to see me with another guy, especially a black guy. This could be the perfect opportunity.”
I had my doubts about the idea, but we couldn’t afford to lose out on the BNET deal. We discussed the idea in bed and I realized that we were both very turned on by the idea. After making love, we agreed that we would do it.
The next morning, we went to the mall and purchased a number of sets of lingerie. I picked out a sexy pinstriped lace bra and panties and a lace-and-mesh black teddy. She picked a number of pieces, my favorite being a white lacy camisole and matching panties and a white silk charmeuse cover-up. We then had her model the lingerie in our spare room against the wall. I took pictures with my cell phone and then photoshopped them to blur out her face.
I called Tremain and let him know that on behalf of my team, I had secured the services of a blonde woman to escort him to the party. As I anticipated, he asked for pictures. I emailed him some of the photos.
“You have some nice taste in pussy,” he said. “She’s got a great little body. I just hope the face is nice.”
I caught myself before I said that
I’d seen her. “I’m sure she’s pretty. It’s a high-end service. The faces are blurred for the girls’ privacy.”
At the hotel, my team gave our presentation. I think things went pretty well, but then two of our competitors presented. We weren’t there to see it but I knew that we were likely to come in second. But what they didn’t know is that I had something special planned for Tremain.
When I went back to my room on the fifth floor, Brooke was dressed up in the white lingerie she’d picked out at the mall and checking herself out in the mirror. I whistled and told her she looked great.
“Here it goes,” she said, tying the belt to her black silk robe. “Your fantasy is about to come true.”
We got into the elevator, rode to the ninth floor and knocked on Tremain’s door. He opened the door wide. Standing behind him was another black guy, probably about twenty-one, who was sipping on a cocktail.
“Come on it,” he said to me. Then he looked at my wife. “You must be Sunshine. You’ve definitely brightened my night.”
“Who is he?” Brooke asked.
“Oh, this is Michael. He’s a friend of mine.”
I hadn’t expected there to be another person in the room. “Is he here for the party?”
“Yes, indeed,” Tremain said, taking my wife’s hand. “You’re okay with a group party, aren’t you?”
Brooke looked at me. “I don’t believe I’m being paid to escort two people.” I couldn’t tell if she was trying to back out or not.
I shrugged. “I don’t know how the rules are, but if you’re willing I can take care of the finances.”
She smiled. “That’s fine with me.” She undid the belt to her robe, then removed it and laid it on the desk near the door. “The three of us can party.”
“Damn!” Michael said, putting his drink down. He walked up to my wife and started kissing her. Michael walked around behind her, put his arms around her waist, and kissed her neck. Then Michael stopped and began undressing while Tremain unhooked her bra from behind. I saw Brooke’s hand running all over Tremain’s crotch, and there was a sizeable bulge. Michael, for his part, had a cock that was only partially erect but was hanging halfway down his leg. Soon Tremain had removed all her lingerie and his clothes as well.
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