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Hi, my name is Olivia. My parents raised me in the church and I’ve always been a good little church girl. In fact, I play the organ in my church choir. To the average onlooker, I appear to be a perfect person. The truth is, although I try my best to be a good Christian, I’ve stumbled a time or two.
When I was in high school, I dated a guy named Chris. My family was barely middle class and he came from a lot of money. He wanted to have sex with me and, although I knew it was wrong, I allowed him to have his way with me. I was so young and stupid, I wasn’t using any birth control, and I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found out that I was pregnant. I totally freaked out, though, having no idea what to do. Chris panicked, too, and he wouldn’t commit to marrying me. His parents were on my side but he just wouldn’t do it.
“He’ll marry you eventually,” his mother told me. “He’s just immature. He needs to grow up.”
Chris went off to college and he left me back home in my small town, where my parents helped me raise my daughter. Although I’d always felt that Chris and I would end up together, he wasn’t there for me and I dated other men. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I slept with eighteen different guys before I met my husband. Some of the guys made big salaries and some of them were very attractive (one was a model), but none of them married me.
That’s when I met the love of my life, Nicholas. Nick was working for the newspaper downtown. Although he didn’t make a ton of money, he was a Christian and a very sweet man. I explained to him that I was trying to be a good Christian and, despite the fact that I had a child, I didn’t believe in sex before marriage. On our wedding night, I took his virginity. We were both twenty-six years old.
I know it’s terrible to say this, but Nick just didn’t know how to please a woman in bed. He couldn’t compare to my other lovers. Of course, that shouldn’t have been surprising because he was a virgin. But he also doesn’t have a lot to offer in the manhood department, if you know what I mean. Most of my lovers were bigger soft than my husband is when he’s erect. He’s like a little boy, I’m sorry to say.
I tried to be a good wife and to focus on the great things about him, like how he’s so loving and attentive. But I couldn’t help but compare him to my old lovers. Not only were most of them much better looking than him, but quite a few of them made high incomes. Although Nick always tried his best, he just left me feeling shortchanged.
Things got worse when he lost his job at the paper and I had to take on a second job to help pay the bills. I applied to a bunch of places for a night job, but the one that caught my eye was a trucking company downtown. I was applying for a position in the back office. The guy doing the hiring was Aaron, a very nice looking black man. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him and it was obvious that he took a great interest in me. We both acted professionally but I wasn’t surprised when he offered me the job, and I accepted it.
As soon as I started working there, Aaron began making passes at me. I was very excited by his advances and I knew that it was going to fall to his charms. When I’d first started dating my husband, we’d talked about how I had a daughter. He was okay with that, but he wanted to have a child of his own, too. Ever since our wedding, we’d been using condoms for birth control, with the idea that we’d start a family soon. But he’d failed to bring in the income that we needed and we’d been using condoms for over two years. My biological clock was ticking and I really wanted to have another baby.
That was the dilemma. Although I really wanted to have a baby with my sexy new boss, I couldn’t do that to Nick. He was a great husband and I wouldn’t want to humiliate him by giving him a black baby to raise. Still, when I finally began to sleep with Aaron, he was insistent that he wouldn’t use a condom.
“Please be careful,” I pleaded. We were in his office, kissing on a futon that he’d pulled out like a bed. “I’m not on birth control. I don’t believe in abortion and I can’t have a black baby.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Aaron said smoothly. “I’ll pull out.”
He slowly unbuttoned my shirt as we kissed, then he removed my bra. My large breasts fell out and he played with them, sending a thrill up my spine. I followed suit by removing his shirt and pants, then I pulled down his underwear. Unlike my husband, Aaron was well-equipped. It was probably a good eight inches long and very thick, and I loved taking it in my hands as I sucked him. My boss moaned as he put his fingers through my hair, praising me as I sucked on his enormous manhood.
Soon we were both fully naked. My black lover bent me over the futon. I felt his hands on my hips and the tip of that big black cock at my sopping wet entrance. He slowly pushed it inside of me, and it felt heavenly. “Oh goodness,” I moaned, “it’s so big and thick!” Deeper and deeper he pushed, and I loved the feeling of fullness that only a large dick can provide. He was pounding me good and hard, and I was groaning loudly. Thankfully there was nobody else in the office at that time.
Aaron flipped me on my side and fucked me behind in a spoon position, then I got on top of him. I was riding him hard. I loved seeing his strong black body below me, those big pecs and huge biceps, as I thrusted my groin hard against him. I felt his legs moving up from the futon, doing his best to control the tempo.
“I’m going to come, baby,” he moaned. “I’m so close.”
I don’t know what got into me. Maybe it was just the heat of the moment, that intense need to get off at that moment, or maybe my body just wanted the seed of this strong, virile man. Whatever the reason, I rode him hard and fast, my lips locked on his as he reached his climax, blasting my fertile white womb with his sperm. I felt so safe inside his black arms, loving every jerk and jolt of his body as he inseminated me. For the first time since I’d met my husband Nick, I’d allowed a man to take me without a condom, and hundreds of millions of this black hunk’s sperm were swimming up inside of me, filling every crevice.
That was weeks ago. I’m three weeks late for my period and I’m afraid to take a pregnancy test. Nick senses that something is wrong, but whenever he asks I tell him that it’s nothing. If I am pregnant, I’m definitely having the baby. Nick was strong enough to raise my daughter who isn’t his child, and unless he’s racist he should be man enough to raise my black lover’s baby, too. For all of our sake, I hope he will do whatever it takes to keep our family together.
BLACK STUD AT THE HOTEL BAR
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 lifted my glass and sipped on my Manhattan at the hotel bar. It wasn’t my first drink. It was Saturday evening and I was ready for some action. My company had sent me and a handful of other employees to Las Vegas for an important tech conference. They were hoping to make some connections with Enderev Technologies, a Silicon Valley company that was also presenting at the conference. I didn’t think we had much chance of success but I was glad they’d scheduled the business trip. When I’m at home, I’m your typical loyal wife and mother. When I’m on the road – let’s just say that what my husband doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.
As I looked across the bar, I noticed a handsome black man around thirty years old sipping down a dark drink. He was well dressed with an athletic build and a thin beard. I asked the bartender to give him another drink from me. When he got the drink, the guy looked over my way and he checked me out. He seemed
to like what he saw. Although I’d given birth, I was still in great shape for a woman in her late twenties. I’ve been told that I’m beautiful with an hourglass shape, and I’ve never had any problem turning heads.
The man walked over to me. “Thanks for the drink,” he said, flashing a beautiful smile. “I’m DeMarcus.”
I introduced myself. There was immediate chemistry between us. As we spoke, I learned that DeMarcus was the husband of Jackie, a black woman who worked as a director at Enderev. I found out that she had DeMarcus on her payroll as a personal assistant and she always took him along on trips.
“She wants to keep an eye on me,” he said.
“I don’t blame her. You’re very handsome and sexy.” I found myself putting my hand on his chest. I could feel his hard chest beneath his button-up shirt. “I’m sure you don’t have any trouble finding women who would love to go to bed with you.”
“You know,” he said, checking over his shoulder out toward the lobby, “my wife is in meeting for the next two hours. Maybe we could continue our conversation in your room?”
It didn’t take us long to hit the elevator and make our way to my room. Once inside, I pounced on DeMarcus. His hands roamed across my breasts and ass and he removed my shirt and bra. I quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his trousers. When I pulled down his briefs and unleashed his meaty black serpent, I became even wetter. It was a few inches longer than my husbands and incredibly thick. I felt the desire to worship his amazing body and manhood.
I dropped down onto my knees in front of DeMarcus. I held the base of his cock with one hand, cupped his balls with the other. I flicked and swirled my wet tongue all over his mighty erection. It had been over six months since I’d been with a man with large equipment. Although I told my husband that his penis was satisfactory and that size doesn’t matter, I was incredibly eager to be stretched wide and fully filled.
His cock now hard as a rock, he pulled me up at the edge of the bed. We kissed passionately and I pulled him close against my chest, to feel his warmth and smell his scent. He hadn’t mentioned anything about rubbers and I wasn’t about to bring it up. They dry me out and don’t feel as good, and I feel that I can judge whether a man is safe. And nothing is more exciting than hearing a man grunting in orgasm and feeling his man’s unsheathed cock shooting spurt after spurt inside my body.
“I want to fuck you like a dog,” he said.
I dropped my jeans and panties to the floor, then turned around and bent over the bed. He leaned on top of me, kissing my neck as he fondled my breasts and then brought his hands down my body. I felt him take the tip of his cock against my sopping slit, rubbing it up and down, lubricating the purple bulb of his cockhead while teasing me. Then, with a single thrust, he penetrated me fully. I couldn’t believe that I was so wet that he could do that. The feeling of his enormous member inside me was a pleasure that I can’t possibly explain.
He held my hips and began to pound aggressively. I leaned forward, my face against the bed, and I started to orgasm almost immediately. I whimpered and moaned lustily as he pistoned his tool in and out, touching every sensitive place inside me. “That’s it, baby,” I said. I could feel my tits bouncing hard in rhythm with his thrusts.
Then DeMarcus rolled me over into the missionary position. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and leaned forward as he fucked me. I was grunting with every stroke, my head rolling from side to side as I experienced the greatest sexual pleasure of my life. DeMarcus’s breathing became more pronounced and he began fucking even faster, so I could tell his climax was nearing.
“Where do you want it?”
“Cum inside me, baby,” I said as I ran my hands up and down his back. “Shoot your sperm deep inside of me.”
DeMarcus’s face tensed up into a grimace. He grunted hard and pushed his cock inside me balls deep. I could feel his huge black cock getting even larger as he ejaculated millions of sperm inside of my pussy. He made a couple of jerking thrusts as he fired a few final bursts of semen, fully filling my cavity.
I reached up and pulled his head down to my face. After kissing for a few minutes, I said, “Jackie is a lucky woman. You are one amazing fuck.” I giggled and we kissed some more. After a quick shower, DeMarcus left my room and returned to wait for his wife to get out of her meetings.
What I do on my business trips doesn’t hurt my husband, but it gives me incredible pleasure and makes me feel alive. And we ended up getting that deal with Enderev after all. Jackie was instrumental in getting the deal approved. I wonder if DeMarcus put in a good word for us?
WILD GIRLS AT THE WEDDING
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 friend Alyssa turned to me. “It’s official, Becky,” she said excitedly as our plane was landing. “We’re in Las Vegas!” We were holding a bachelorette party for our friend Megan, who was getting married next month. Most of the other ladies would be arriving a bit later, but we’d booked an early flight ourselves so we’d have time to check out the city. After getting our luggage, we jumped onto the shuttle and went to our hotel.
“I can’t believe I’m single for the weekend!” Alyssa was in her late twenties, and married like the rest of us. I’d been married to Jordan for five years and we had two young children together. Alyssa’s hubby had given her a hall pass. Not surprisingly, she was horny as hell and eager to get some strange.
Jordan and I didn’t have any agreement, though, so I would have to be a good girl and have fun just partying and gambling. After Alyssa and I checked into our room, we went down to the bar and ordered drinks.
“So, we have the day to ourselves.” Alyssa sipped on her Cosmo. “What should we do until the other girls arrive?”
“The only thing on my agenda is a little gambling,” I said. “I don’t want to lose a lot of money, though. My limit—”
“Hey,” Alyssa interrupted. “Check out the guy to my right, at the far end of the bar.” I sipped my margarita as I glanced in that direction. I saw a handsome black man checking us out and smiling in our direction. He seemed a bit older than us, probably around forty. After finishing his drink, he walked over to us.
“Good morning, ladies,” he said. “The name’s Orlando.” After we introduced ourselves, Orlando bought us each a drink. We chatted with him and learned he was a talent agent representing some of the hottest R&B acts, and he was staying the night in the hotel’s “high roller suite.”
“Are you kidding me?” Alyssa asked. “That room is something like $10,000 a night!”
“It’s actually $25,000.” Orlando smiled and shrugged. “But when you have great taste, you demand the best. It’s ten thousand square feet of luxury. Would you ladies like to see the room?”
My friend looked at me, then she looked back at Orlando. “Sure, we would love to.”
“Great. I know you haven’t had a chance to get freshen up yet. Why don’t you ladies put on something nice and come to my room in an hour?” He gave us a room card. “The high roller room has a private elevator. You can get on the elevator in the lobby.”
On the way to our room, I turned to Alyssa. “Are you going to sleep with him?”
“Oh hell, yes, sister!” she exclaimed. “We both are!”
“No way,” I said firmly. “He’s a very sexy man, but I’m not cheating on my husband.”
“You know what they say,” Alyssa said, smiling broadly.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?”
“That, too,” Alyssa replied. “I meant you only live once, and what he doesn’t know doesn’t hurt him.”
We both showered and dressed. As I put on sexy lingerie, Alyssa stared at me. “What are you looking at?”
“That’s some sexy stuff you’re wearing, sister. A see-through bra with matching panties, garter belts. You weren’t planning on having some fun out here on vacation?”
I laughed off her intimation. “No, I just like to look pretty and feel sexy.”
We both wore nice evening gowns over our lingerie. Although it wasn’t yet noon, we were dressed to the nines. We rode the elevator down to the lobby, then hopped onto the private elevator to the high roller suite. When we arrived, Alyssa knocked on his door.
Orlando opened the door and greeted us. “Come in, ladies.” He wore blue jeans and a button-up shirt with the top unbuttoned, exposing some tattoos around his neck as well as some chest hair. I detected the scent of his cologne, which I found spicy and enticing.
“Damn,” Alyssa said, looking around the hotel room in awe. It was impeccably decorated and brightly lit. The room was wide open with windows all around the room, with a grand view down of the city. “This shit is amazing.”
“I’m glad you like it,” Orlando said. “Why don’t we make some drinks?”
As we stepped into the kitchen, I noticed that the back wall was lined with high-end liquor. “What’s your pleasure?”
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