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by Felicity Fleming


  “Oh, God,” Keri was tossing her head back and forth now. She reached down, and slid her fingers through Ross’s hair, guiding the direction of his tongue. “T-that’s it baby! That’s it! I’m gonna…”

  And she exploded on his tongue.

  Arching her back, Keri climaxed loudly, gushing into her husband’s eagerly feasting mouth, and flailing about on the bed so wildly that Ross practically had to pin her down to stop her sliding off.

  Eventually, she flopped down onto the cushions, gasping and panting.

  Oliver grinned.

  “Okay,” he yanked Ross aside, and stepped between Keri’s spread legs. “Now it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Keri felt like she’d just been hit by a tidal wave.

  Lying panting on the bed, her whole body was tingling. Orgasmic aftershocks shuddered through her. That had been one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

  And then a shadow fell across her.

  Opening her eyes, Keri looked up and saw Oliver towering over her. The enormous African was stepping between her spread legs, stroking his enormous black cock in anticipation.

  “Oh, God,” Keri groaned, squirming on the sheets.

  Oliver grinned.

  Bending his knees, he grabbed the root of his impossibly huge cock, and positioned it at the entrance to Keri’s quivering pussy.

  She moaned, as she felt his hard, hot flesh nuzzle between the glistening lips of her cunt.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Ross’s wife groaned.

  “Erm,” Ross himself was standing to one side, stroking his own rock-hard little cock. “A-aren’t you going to wear a condom, or anything?”

  Oliver snorted. Turning to Keri’s husband, the massive MMA fighter raised one eyebrow and laughed: “Do you think they even make them in my size?”

  Ross’s cheeks burned hotly.

  “I-it’s just…” He stammered. “It’s just we’re trying for a baby. She’s not on any birth control.”

  Oliver laughed uproariously.

  “Well, if you want me to stop, all you have to do is ask…”

  Keri and Ross blinked.

  Keri was lying on her back, post-orgasmic, and with the best part of a foot of African cock nuzzling at the entrance to her pussy.

  Ross was eagerly watching, his straining cock seconds away from spurting into his palm.

  Asking to stop now? That wasn’t going to happen.

  And that had been Oliver’s plan all along.

  More mind games: The delicious moment you don’t just manipulate somebody into doing what it is you want them to do – but you trick them into begging for it, as well.

  “Unnnngh,” Keri bit her lip, and squirmed on the daybed. “P-please, baby…”

  Ross gulped. He looked down at his wife, who was gazing up at him with pleading eyes.

  “P-please, baby,” she begged. “I-I need it…”

  Ross’s cock swelled.

  “O-okay,” he nodded. Then he turned to Oliver and repeated: “Okay.”

  Oliver licked his lips. Wrangling his huge cock, he slithered the swollen head up and down, between the lips of Keri’s pussy, until she was gasping and groaning and bucking her hips, trying to impale herself on his cock.

  “Don’t just say ‘okay’,” Oliver grinned, looking Ross right in the eye. “Tell me what she wants… Tell me what you want.”

  “P-please,” Ross stammered, glancing nervously between the towering African and his moaning, mewling wife. “P-please… Fuck my wife.”

  And Oliver grinned. Reaching up, he grabbed Keri’s wrists and pinned them above her head – and then he thrust himself inside of her.

  “With pleasure,” Oliver grinned.

  Keri wailed, arching her back and crying out in pleasure.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Oliver’s huge black cock slid inch-by-inexorable-inch into Keri’s glistening, quivering pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuuck,” the beautiful blonde wife wailed, tossing her head from side to side as she felt herself stretched and filled like never before.

  Oliver looked down into her face and grinned, pushing deeper and deeper inside of her.

  With her wrists pinned above her head, Keri was helpless. She couldn’t do anything except lie there, as Oliver slid more and more of that big, beautiful cock inside of her – and her quivering, post-orgasmic pussy swallowed it all eagerly.

  “H-holy shit,” Ross groaned, watching as Oliver finally bottomed out inside his wife; the towering African’s muscular hips pressed firmly against hers.

  “Oh, fuuuck,” Keri groaned, looking up into her husband’s eyes. “Jesus, it’s like being impaled by a tree….” She gasped and groaned, and then let out a howl of pleasure as Oliver began to fuck her.

  “That’s my good little girl,” Oliver grinned, peering down at the pretty blonde wife as he fucked her. “You took all of me, you little slut. There aren’t many girls who can do that.”

  “Oh, GOD,” Keri groaned. She writhed and squirmed and struggled to escape the massive hands pinning her wrists above her head. “Oh, Jesus, it’s so good.”

  “Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” Oliver grinned, and thrust a little harder, and just a little deeper.

  “Fuuuuuck!”

  Each inward stroke was like a big, fat finger pressing against Keri’s g-spot. The friction of Oliver’s hips against hers rubbed her clitoris in all sorts of delicious ways.

  Sex had never felt like this before, and she knew that if Oliver didn’t hold back she was going to…

  Going to…

  “Fuck!” Keri closed her eyes and orgasmed loudly. “Oh, shit, yes!” And then she came again, driven over the edge once more by Oliver firm, deep thrusts and his thick, satisfying cock.

  Husband Ross watched all this with astonishment.

  He’d given Keri plenty of orgasms in the ten years they’d been married – but he’d never seen her like this before. She was like a puppet on Oliver’s big black cock, and every time the huge African pulled a string, she’d climax loudly.

  After what must have been a forth orgasm, Keri looked like a mess.

  Sweat was glistening over her body, and the Sharpie signature across her chest was running. Her face was bright red, and her hair was mussed up. She was practically drooling now. Oliver had literally fucked the brains out of her.

  “Oh, God, please…” Keri mumbled. “It’s too much… Too much…”

  Oliver grinned eagerly.

  Submission. That’s the thing he’d been jonesing for all evening. Mika Romanov might have denied him that pleasure; but this moaning, gasping, groaning little slut lying beneath him was utterly at his mercy.

  “As you wish,” Oliver grinned, and he thrust himself as deeply inside Keri’s willing body as he could – and came.

  His cock swelled, and throbbed, and then spurted hotly inside of her. Keri groaned as she felt it – a scalding flood deep inside her eager, fertile pussy.

  “Oh, fuuuck, yes,” Oliver groaned, as with each spurt he emptied his big, black balls inside of her. “That’s it, you little slut. Take it all.”

  And she did, eagerly.

  When Oliver’s cock finally stopped spurting, and his balls felt completely drained, the big man slumped into a heap on top of her and practically crushed the girl beneath his enormous weight.

  “Oh, fuck, I needed that,” Oliver groaned.

  “Mmmmmph!” Was Keri’s mumbled response.

  Chapter Twenty

  Eventually, Oliver peeled himself off Keri.

  It was literally like that – their sweaty skin clinging to each other. Keri just lay comatose beneath him, as the huge African hefted himself up, and off of her.

  As he stepped back, he pulled his softening cock from inside Keri’s plundered pussy – and it slithered out, followed by a deluge of cum.

  Oliver had flooded her.

  “Oh, fuck,” Ross groaned, as he looked down, between Keri’s legs, and saw the river of pearlescent cu
m dribbling down the crack of her ass.

  “Heh,” Oliver grinned, looking at the expression on Ross’s face. “You probably won’t need to ‘try’ for a baby any longer.” He patted the skinny husband on his shoulder. “I hope you don’t explaining a little brown kid to your family.”

  With that, Oliver staggered back and reached for his robe. As he put it on, the huge MMA fighter smiled, rubbing his belly.

  “The secret to happiness,” he grinned, “is to keep your stomach full and your balls empty.” He cast a glimpse as Keri, who was lying comatose on the couch with a huge smile on her half-conscious face. “I’ve taken care of the second of these requirements… But I’m going have to kick you two out, so I can take care of the first, now.”

  “B-but,” Ross stammered. “But what about my wife?”

  Oliver turned and looked at Keri, as she lay moaning on the daybed.

  “She looked pretty satisfied to me,” he grinned smugly.

  “B-but… but what if she’s pregnant?”

  Oliver snorted. He probably had half a dozen little brown kids running around by now. That just went with the territory.

  “But if you’re really worried,” the big African advised Keri’s husband, “why don’t you get down on your knees and clean her up.”

  Ross blinked.

  “W-what?”

  “Clean your slutty little wife up, before she gets pregnant,” Oliver grinned. “Go on… I’ve seen how good you are with that mouth of yours.”

  Ross gulped, his face turning pale.

  But desperate times called for desperate measures.

  Nervously, Keri’s husband turned in the direction of the daybed, and watched his wife lying there, legs spread.

  He took an anxious step forward, and studied her freshly-fucked, cum-filled pussy.

  It was a mess.

  And if he didn’t do something about it, their lives were going to be a mess. He dreaded to think of the explaining he’d had to do if Keri’s first baby turned out to be a shade browner than all the other kids in Kindergarten.

  Nervously, Ross sunk to his knees by the side of the daybed, and shuffled forward. With trembling hands, he reached up to spread Keri’s thighs.

  “W-what are you doing?” The near-comatose wife groaned.

  “I-I’m making sure you don’t get pregnant,” Ross explained – and before Keri could respond, he opened his mouth and thrust his head between Keri’s legs.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “Oh, God!” Keri’s back arched, as she felt her freshly-fucked pussy invaded by her husband’s thick, hot tongue. “Oh, Jesus, what are you doing?”

  Oliver, standing on the other side of the room, grinned as he watched.

  He’d had Keri submit earlier. Now he was watching her husband on his knees, eating Oliver’s own cum from her freshly-fucked pussy.

  It was the most fucked-up, submissive thing he’d ever seen in his life. But it was also strangely romantic.

  Reaching for a t-shirt and sweat-pants, Oliver watched as Ross slithered his tongue between the lips of Keri’s pussy, and eagerly drank the cum the pooled from within.

  He sucked up the salty strings… He licked the cum from between the cheeks of her ass. He gulped down Oliver’s load without a second’s hesitation.

  “Oh, God,” Keri groaned, squirming on the bed. She reached down and slid her fingers into Ross’s hair.

  Soon, Ross had licked Keri as clean as he was going to; but he kept on licking. His thick, rough tongue slathered between the lips of her pussy, and then swirled in circles around her clit. Within seconds, she was groaning – and a minute after that, Keri was begging for more.

  “P-please, baby,” she groaned. “Oh, God, please…”

  And then she came. Arching her back, she gushed into Ross’s mouth and he eagerly swallowed, relentlessly pleasuring his wife with his lips and tongue, until she couldn’t take any more of it.

  “Good man!” Oliver was watching, clapping his hands. He’d thought the evening’s entertainment was over, but clearly they’d just reached the half-way mark. “Why don’t you finish her off? Fuck her, man!”

  And this time, Ross didn’t need any more encouragement.

  Pulling his head from between Keri’s legs, the naked husband clambered onto the daybed. He slid between her thighs, and grabbed the root of his straining cock.

  “Oh, baby!” Keri wrapped her arms around Ross’s shoulders, and pulled her husband in for a kiss. She tasted her own wetness, and Oliver’s cum, on Ross’s mouth. It was intoxicating.

  Ross grabbed the root of his cock, and positioned himself at the entrance to Keri’s pussy. One thrust, and he was inside her – she was so wet, and well-fucked, that he sunk inside her like a hot knife into butter.

  “Unnnngh,” Keri groaned, welcoming the second cock inside her in as many minutes.

  Ross thrust inside her, staring down into his wife’s eyes. She gazed up at him, and it was like electricity sparked between them.

  From across the room, Oliver watched with approval. Encounters like this could go so many different ways – from awkward silence, to screaming matches and threats of divorce. It was refreshing to see two people who were willing to embrace their sexuality, instead of being threatened by it.

  “Oh, fuck, baby,” Ross was groaning, as he gazed lovingly into his wife’s eyes. “I can’t hold out much longer…”

  “Don’t,” Keri brought up her hand, and pressed her palm against her husband’s cheek. “You don’t need to hold out. Cum for me, baby…”

  Ross groaned. He arched his back. He thrust as deeply as he could into Keri’s cum-filled depths, and groaned: “I fucking love you, honey.”

  And then he exploded inside of her.

  It was like a cannonade. Ross squeezed shut his eyes and emptied himself into his wife’s eager pussy and then collapsed across her, utterly spent and drained.

  Keri lay beneath him, panting and gasping. She curled one arm around her husband’s sweaty shoulders, and used the other to stroke his hair.

  “I love you too, baby.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Their fifteen minute ‘meet-and-greet’ had lasted nearly forty-five minutes, and Oliver Adami’s car was costing him three bucks a minutes to wait outside.

  When Obami knocked again, to inform Oliver of this ongoing expense, the African reluctantly agreed to wrap things up.

  “It’s been fun, kids,” the towering African laughed, as Keri and Ross disentangled themselves from each other, and sat up on the daybed.

  They were naked, and sticky, and cold and drained.

  Keri’s cheeks burned red. Ross had difficulty making eye-contact with either of them.

  But Oliver made it all better.

  The enormous fighter came swaggering over, now dressed in his t-shirt and sweat pants. He loomed over them menacingly, but smiled almost paternally.

  Ruffling Ross’s hair, as if Keri’s husband was a naughty six-year-old, the intimidating MMA fighter purred: “I’ll have Obami get you free tickets to my next match.” Then, with a wink, he added: “Maybe we can do this again afterward.”

  And then, heading towards the door, Oliver called icily: “Now get your clothes on, and get the fuck out of here.”

  Ross and Keri had never dressed so quickly in all their lives.

  Less than three minutes later, hand in hand, they went scurrying back out into the hustle of the sports stadium.

  Ross felt drained and woozy. Keri’s panties were damp with the two loads of cum leaking out of her. Neither of them knew quite how to process what had just happened.

  But, as it happened, a complete stranger helped them come to terms with it.

  “Hey! Hey, buddy?” It was a teenage kid wearing a UFC shirt. He saw the bag Ross was carrying, and came running over. “Is that a signed Oliver Adami poster in there?”

  Ross snapped out of his daze. He nodded, holding up the back of signed merchandise.

  “Damn, man,” the teenage ki
d whistled. “That’s so cool. I love that guy.” He laughed. “Fuck, I’d suck his cock for a signed poster.”

  And Ross and Keri laughed. In fact, they started howling uproariously – so much so that the teenager looked at them nervously, and backed off into the crowd.

  Neither Ross nor Keri knew quite how to process what had happened to them that evening – but as they squeezed each other’s hands, still laughing like crazy, they both realized that they’d just made a memory they’d share for the rest of their lives.

  And, when Keri’s period was late a couple of weeks later, they realized they’d made something even more tangible that night, as well!

  The End

  Thank you for reading this book!

  In the back of most books, authors give thanks to the people who inspired and motivated them. And in that vein, I’d like to dedicate this book to you.

  Because if you know anybody who’s a writer (or maybe you are one yourself) you’ll know that we don’t do this for the money.

  We writers write because of you – the people who read out books, and breathe life into them. I write erotic stories about what turns me on – but it’s knowing that they turn other people on that gets me up at five in the morning, or keeps me up until long past midnight, just so I can finish writing another chapter.

  You make what I do worthwhile, and I love you for it.

  Please keep reading my books, and I’ll work hard to make sure they’re everything you could want them to be.

  Love and kisses,

  Felicity Fleming

  Princeton, New Jersey

  September 2015

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