WAITING MY TURN
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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“Bye, Dominic,” my wife Alexandra said, kissing me on the cheek as she left our house.
She has a hot date with Trey, one of her boyfriends. She’ll probably return home in a couple of hours with her pussy saturated with her boyfriend’s come. She knows that I’ll welcome her home with open arms and quickly take her into bed, where I’ll clean her with my tongue, bringing her to orgasm. Then I’ll roll a condom over my penis and have sloppy seconds with her.
Allie and I have one child together. Our son isn’t my biological son, as anybody can see by his black skin and curly hair. But I’m her husband and I’m definitely the daddy to her children. I’m going to get the chance to father a child with her, too, but for now I’m waiting my turn.
When I met Allie, she was dating a few different guys, all black. She calls them boyfriends but they don’t do the things that a boyfriend would normally do. They don’t buy her dinner – in fact, she usually pays for them. And often they don’t do anything more than just stop by her place to have sex and then leave.
When I met Allie and asked her out, she had three black boyfriends and she told me that she didn’t want to give them up. I told her that I wasn’t the jealous type and that I was okay with her continuing to date them while she decided if I was the right guy for her.
Over the next few months we dated. She made me wait for nearly two months before having sex with me. When we finally did, she seemed disappointed at how small my penis was, though when I asked her she denied it. “It’s fine,” she said. “It’s a cute little thing.” I was turned on when she’d talk about her dates with her black boyfriends, and I loved it when she’d tell me the dirty details in bed. Her other boyfriends, she mentioned, used extra-large condoms while I use snug fit rubbers.
Our relationship was great and soon enough we were talking about marriage. I asked if she was ready to break off her other relationships. “No, I won’t do that, Dom,” she said. “I want to keep all of you.” She agreed that she’d marry me but I would need to accept that she’s a polyamorous woman and she needs other lovers in her life. But what was worse is that she wanted to carry her black lovers’ babies and wanted me to be their daddy. Reluctantly, I agreed.
Right now, Allie is trying to get pregnant by Trey. After she has his baby, it will be Desmond’s turn to take her bareback and breed her. That will be a beautiful day because I’ll finally be able to have sex with my beautiful Alexandra without using a condom.
For now, I’m sitting in the living room watching the baby, looking out the window and waiting for her car to come home. She should be home any minute, her clothes and makeup disheveled, hand in hand with Trey. He’ll take her up to our bedroom, fuck her so good that I’ll hear her moaning down here, and then he’ll leave. I’ll walk up the stairs into the bedroom and seduce her, eating out her cum-filled cunt and making her moan like a whore, making me hard as steel. Then I’ll roll a condom over my prick and reclaim my woman from her black lover. I’m so hot just thinking about it!
THE STARTER BOYFRIEND
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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“So Bailey,” Lucas asked, shuffling his feet, “if you’re free on Friday, maybe we could go to dinner?”
I was so happy that a boy finally asked me out!
All through junior high and high school, and then college, I wanted to have a boyfriend but none of the boys ever asked me out. I felt really insecure about it because I had a small group of close friends, and they would stop spending time with me when they would get a new boyfriend. Of course, those relationships would end and they’d start hanging out with me again. But I really wanted to be one of the girls with a boyfriend.
And let’s face it, I wanted to have sex. There were a couple of times where I sneaked off and had sex with a boy but my sisters really look down on that. “What happens if you get pregnant?” they asked. “If guys hear that you sleep around, you won’t get a good guy to date you.” So for the most part I wasted my youth waiting around for somebody to appear that never did.
Then finally, when I was twenty-two, Lucas approached me at a party. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, really, but he’s kind of dorky and silly – far from sexy. And I knew right away that he wasn’t any more adventurous or exciting than me. Still, he was a boy and I was just excited to have a chance to “get into the game.” I figured that he would be a good chance to learn how to have sex, how to date and be in a relationship. That way, when I met a guy that I was really into, I would be experienced.
Of course, I didn’t tell Lucas any of this. I acted like I was totally into him, to be respectful of his him and his feelings.
“Sure,” I smiled. “I’d love to go out with you.”
Over the upcoming weeks, I met his parents and his brothers. He met my parents and my sisters. Things were going pretty well. On the sixth date, I finally let him have sex with me. I share an apartment with two other girls, Kayla and Taylor, and I let them know that I needed to be alone that night. They were very sweet about it and headed out together on the town.
When I got Lucas into the bedroom, I reached into his pants and pulled out his penis. I’d felt it before when we’d fooled around, so I knew it wasn’t big but I was surprised when I actually had it in my hands. It had to be no bigger than four inches fully erect. One of my sisters has a husband with a small penis and she told me that it’s good for giving blowjobs and it doesn’t hurt for anal sex. I wasn’t ready to try anal that night but I definitely had no trouble fitting his entire little thing in my mouth. Lucas was so excited that he came inside my mouth after just a few minutes. I was kinda pissed at first but he soon got another erection. He rolled a condom over his weiner, crawled on top of me and slipped it inside of me.
“Is it in?” I asked.
“Yes,” Lucas said firmly, apparently ticked at the question. But honestly I could barely feel it. His penis is small and slender and it was just slipping in and out of me. I was laying there thinking, “I waited all this time for this?” The couple of inexperienced boys I had slept with as a kid didn’t make me cum but my boyfriend wasn’t even coming close. It was a total letdown, and I was happy when he finally squirted his little dab into the rubber’s reservoir and rolled off me.
As the months went on, the intercourse didn’t get any better. He got pretty good at eating pussy but that’s about where it ended. Lucas seemed totally happy with everything but I was so disappointed. In a sense, having a boyfriend made me feel better about myself and more secure. But at the same time I started to realize that Lucas was a measure of my worth, and he wasn’t exactly a prize. There weren’t
a line of women waiting to date him. He was a virgin when I met him for a reason.
One of my friends – really more of a frenemy – is Jackie. She’s always a catty little bitch, making little digs and comments to bring other people down. She had a thing for black guys and was dating Demarius, a cashier who worked at the local Mobil gas station. She’d bragged about how his cock was so big and how great it felt to fuck him. I got to thinking and figured what’s the worst thing that can happen? People find out, Jackie gets pissed and Lucas dumps me. Sounds fine to me!
I went to the Mobil station to pump my gas. Normally I pay outside with my credit card but I went inside to pay. Demarius was there and I flirted with him as I handed him my cash.
“Jackie is a lucky girl,” I said. “You’re a really sexy guy. If you were available, I’d totally be down to fuck you.”
He played it off cool, thinking for a second. “Who said I’m not available?”
“Let me know when and where,” I said, leaning over the counter, giving him a great view of my ample cleavage. “I’ll be there.”
“How about tonight?”
An hour later, after his shift ended, we were back at Jackie’s apartment where he lived. I was totally hot, my loins on fire, as I kissed this sexy black stud and got ready to fuck him on Jackie’s bed. My shirt and bra were off and I was wearing nothing but my panties as I sucked his big, thick cock. It was no contest, dwarfing my boyfriend’s little weiner, and I played with myself as I blew him. When he fucked me, I was surprised that it was only in the missionary position. After hearing what a great lover he was, I thought there would be a lot more to it. He didn’t eat my pussy or anything. I’ll admit that his cock felt amazing inside of me and I came twice but he could have done so much more if he’d put in some effort. But it was very hot and exciting being with a different guy, especially one as sexy as Demarius.
I only had sex with Demarius a few more times. I managed to discreetly date a handful of other guys over the year, all of them white. Some of them were good, some were not so good. I felt a lot better about myself having gotten the chance to try these different men.
Later in the year, I got pregnant. Lucas thought it was his baby, thinking I was only sleeping with him, and he proposed to me. But I had Lucas in condoms and I was barebacking two other guys during that timeframe. Both of the guys denied they were the father and refused to take a paternity test. Frankly, both of the guys were unemployed losers so I figured it was best to let Lucas believe he was the father.
Lucas is now a great father to our son. We also have a daughter on the way, and Lucas believes he’s the father of that one, too. The real father is gorgeous, sexy, and an amazing lover but there are drug and alcohol issues so he’s not somebody you’d want raising a child.
I guess Lucas was the right guy for me after all. I thought he’d be just a starter boyfriend but he ended up being my husband and the father of my children. Sometimes the good guy wins in the end!
SHARING A DUPLEX
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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My husband Adam and I were compatible in many ways, but we could never agree on how to decorate and maintain a home. When we were ready to move out of our apartment and buy a house in the suburbs, we were attracted to the idea of living in a duplex. We would be in the same building and could share our wifi and other monthly services, but we would have separate living quarters. It seemed to offer the best of living together as a couple and living apart while dating.
It was great for the first few months. But that summer, I met Tobias while shopping at a cute little clothing boutique downtown. He pulled up in a red Ferrari, which caught my attention. When he stepped inside with a beautiful young black girl in a pretty summer dress, I was intrigued. I’d always thought black guys were sexy but Tobias was especially hot. At 27, he was a couple years older than me. I couldn’t tell the brand of his button-up shirt but his sunglasses were Oakleys and his jeans were True Religion. Not only was he clearly loaded, he had an amazing body and he obviously liked me because I caught him checking me out.
I’ve always gotten a lot of attention from men. As a redhead, I stand out from the crowd, and I’ve maintained my girlish figure. Just feeling that this gorgeous black man found me sexually attractive was a huge turn-on and my panties were getting wet from my arousal.
A few minutes later, I saw him bend over to the floor. Then he stood up and walked over to me.
“I saw you drop this,” he said, smiling. “You are…?”
“Gabriella,” I said. I looked at what he’d given me. It was his business card. “Thank you.”
“Of course,” he said, then walked back to his girl and put his arm around her waist. As they walked out the door, for the first time since meeting Adam, I was seriously thinking about cheating on him.
I started texting and messaging with Tobias, and sometimes chatting on the phone. He had a very sexy voice and he knew just what to say to a woman. Then one night I met him downtown for drinks, telling Adam that I was going out with a friend. The music was loud and I couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but we danced on the floor near the DJ and we kissed in a dark corner for what seemed like forever. I was so horny and turned on for this amazing man.
I’d had a few too many drinks and Tobias asked if he could take me home in his Ferrari. I told him that was okay but to just quickly drop me off at the door so my husband wouldn’t see his car parked in front of our duplex. When we reached my front door, I saw Adam’s car parked over on the side. I jumped out of the Ferrari and waved him goodbye. As I stood inside the living room, watching him drive away through the window, I realized that I should have suggested that we get a quick hotel room. I sat down on the sofa and started watching television.
About ten minutes later, I heard a knock at the front door. I got up and opened it. Tobias stepped inside, taking me in his arms and kissing me passionately. I felt my body pressing against his, squirming, yearning to make love to him.
“I parked down the road at the park,” he said, locking the deadbolt behind him. “I walked up through the trees. Trust me, nobody saw me.”
“Good,” I said, unbuttoning his silk shirt. “I want to fuck you so fucking bad!”
Tobias led me to the couch in the living room. He closed the blinds so nobody could see in, then he stripped naked, laying his clothes carefully down on the end table. Then he walked up to me.
“Why don’t you start with a blowjob,” he said. His cock was enormous, a good eight inches long and thicker on the sides than the middle, like a double-barrel shotgun, and covered with large veins. The head of his cock was big and purple and shiny. His peehole was leaking lots of precum, actually dripping a bit onto the floor. I’d seen a handful of white penises in my lifetime and I’d never seen that much precum, so I wondered if that was a black thing.
I took his cock in my hands and started licking it. I dropped one hand down between my legs and began playing with my clit as I sucked him. I was surprised at how turned on, not only because he was black but on how large and manly his cock was. He held my head close against him as I blew him, and his cock continued to drool precum. Tobias then instructed me to bend over the couch.
I felt his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and the head of his cock pushing, pressing against my wet, swollen womanhood. He pushed in an inch or so
and then withdrew, then pushed in a couple of inches. I moaned as I felt, for the first time, a decent sized cock entering me. “Be gentle,” I said. “You’re big.” I felt the head of his cock invading deeper and deeper inside of me, and I groaned as he began fucking me with force and speed.
My face was over the edge of the couch, less than a foot from the wall, my breasts and arms hanging over. I was being filled fully, brought off hard at the whim of a sexy young black man. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming,” I cried. Tobias kept control and continued pounding me, calling me a “nasty white whore” and a “cheap slut.” I could feel that cockhead nearly touching my cervix, so deep inside of me.
Then Tobias flipped me over into missionary. He fondled my breasts and sucked on my nipples, making them harder than they already were. I could tell from his rapid breathing and quickening pace that he was nearing climax. I moaned like I was about to orgasm, but then I felt the real thing beginning. We both came hard simultaneously, and I could feel his mighty black cock pulsing as it delivered his black seed into my eagerly waiting womb.
Tobia collapsed on top of me, and we both laughed and giggled.
“That was some good shit,” he said.
“I liked it,” I said. “I’m going to need this from you all the time.”
That was the only time that I ever saw Tobias. I tried calling and leaving him messages but he changed his phone number. He blocked my messenger account and never responded to my emails. After a couple weeks, I just gave. When I started feeling nauseated a few weeks after that and learned that I was pregnant, I really wanted to speak with him but I don’t know how to reach him.
I’m trying to figure out what to do because I would never get an abortion. Adam had always said that he’d love to see me have sex with a black guy. I’m thinking I should agree to do it and bring a black guy home, with Adam there or not. Then when he hears that I’m pregnant, I’ll have an explanation. I’ll let you know what happens.
OUR MARITAL AID
By Polly Andrea Busch
MY INSATIABLE WIFE: a sweet cuckold romance Page 62