SHE MEANT TO BE A FAITHFUL WIFE, BUT SHE LUSTED AFTER BIG BLACK MEN
I am a happily married woman, five feet tall, with green eyes and long curly chestnut hair. Many men have told me I am a total fox.
Not long ago I happened to see a neighbor of mine getting hot and heavy with a black stud, and after that all I could think about were large black lovers. My husband Dan is white, but he and I would often play out my fantasies about black men. But I always intended to remain faithful, and it was only to further feed my fantasies that I began writing down some of the interracial exploits of our friends and acquaintances. My husband approved of this hobby. At least I wasn’t taking lovers behind his back.
One night, looking for new stimulation, I asked Dan to take me to a nightclub that played mainly rap music, hoping to see some white women trolling for black men. We rented a hotel room in town, deciding to make a night of it. I wore a silver, skintight backless dress, silver open-toed six-inch spikes and an assortment of necklaces, bracelets and anklets. My legs were wrapped in white sparkly stockings held snug by a garter belt. My long hair was up in a regal bun, and my lips were red with lipstick. I wasn’t looking to get laid, but I sure wanted to be checked out by all the black men. Looking at myself in the club’s mirrored walls, I saw myself as half princess and half whore. Oh damn, did I look hot!
Other than my husband and the bartender, every man there was black. There were two breathtaking white women there as well; both were blonde and had the attention of many men. It was obvious that they weren’t there just for the music. I watched as these two white ladies flirted, obviously in the process of selecting their mate for the night.
I was trying to get up the courage to talk to the girls, and ask them about the black mystique, when a tall black man approached me. “Are you two together?” he asked in a deep voice, indicating my husband.
“Yes,” I replied, sounding excited in my nervousness.
“Hmm, that’s too bad,” he said, surveying me openly as if I was a piece of merchandise, before turning to leave.
With no conscious thought on my part, my hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve. “It’s okay with him if I dance, though,” I blurted. I really hoped that I didn’t sound like I was pleading, and I’m sure I was blushing. Moving closer and looking into my eyes, he slipped his long powerful arm around my waist and led me to the dance floor.
I don’t like rap music, but I wiggled and twisted happily before my new black friend, and he showed his fondness for me with his roaming hands and eyes. The second song was slow and sexy. One of the white women was dancing next to us with two black men. The woman lifted her pearly arms over her head, and the men, one in front, one behind, gyrated her body with the graceful force of their hips. They seemed to be simulating a slow double hump, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the milky vixen, orgasmically gyrating between her double dose of black virility. Surely, I thought, this was a prelude of her night to come.
When my partner spoke, I suddenly realized that I was dancing very close to him, and virtually dry-fucking his knee. “That’s why you’re here, right?” he whispered hotly in my ear. “I’ve seen this before—a white woman who isn’t physically satisfied by her husband, so she goes for big black lovers.” I couldn’t answer immediately, and he continued, “Girl, I’m going to fuck you right here in the club. You’re going to get so much of my black dick, you’re going to be hooked on it.”
I couldn’t control myself. Ignoring my better judgment, I leaned my breasts against him and scraped his leg lightly with one of my spike heels. Pulling his head down, I licked his ear as if it was a cunt, tonguing it with long wet strokes and nibbling sucks. I was totally blinded by a haze of lust. Shaking, I whispered hoarsely, “I’ve never been with a black man, but it’s all I can think about”
Pulling my head back, he stared into my eyes and shouted over the music, “After I give you the best sex of your life, you ain’t going to be satisfied with nothing but black cock!”
“Oh yeah,” I grunted, “you’re making me shake. Keep talking, fuck me with your words!”
“I’m going to fuck your white cunt with my big black dick!” he shouted, and carried me into a dimly lit recess in the back of the club. There he sat me on his lap and began to kiss me, his large tongue pressing deeply into my mouth while his hands proceeded to explore my body.
Somehow, through all my lust, a sliver of sanity returned to me, and I managed to regroup and push him back, just as my husband walked up. He immediately took in the situation, but being Dan, he remained calm. He stuck out his hand to the black man, saying, “Hi, my name is Dan. Why don’t we go to the bar and I’ll buy you a drink. I think my wife needs to explain something to you.”
The man was obviously displeased and frustrated with the interruption of his seduction, but he agreed to join us at the bar. He told us his name was Leroy, and after we ordered drinks I explained to him about how I was writing about the interracial exploits of my friends and acquaintances. I then went on to explain how, despite my fantasies, Dan and I believed monogamy was best. After all, sex is fleeting, and a good relationship is too precious to be put in jeopardy by a moment of lust.
Dan then invited Leroy back to our hotel room, promising to buy him dinner and all the Scotch he wanted, if Leroy would tell us about some of the white women he had had sex with. Leroy finally agreed, saying he would meet us there in an hour.
Back at the hotel, I redid my hair and makeup while we waited for Leroy. Jokingly, I said to Dan, “He is so damn sexy, you may have to tie me up to keep me from fucking him.”
“That’s a great idea,” Dan replied. Then he took off his shirt and pants, wound them up into thick strands of cloth and approached me, smiling.
Before I could mount a good defense he had tied my wrists behind my back with his rolled-up shirt, and tied my ankles together with his pants. “I plan to help you keep your vows tonight,” Dan smiled, and quickly put on some new clothes, finishing just as Leroy knocked at the door.
Leroy’s eyes widened when he saw how I was bound, but when Dan explained the reasons for the restraints, he laughed hugely. He then proceeded to take advantage of Dan’s offer of hospitality by ordering a steak and lobster dinner, and an expensive bottle of Scotch, from room service. While he ate, I asked him about the two blonde women at the club. It turned out that they were sisters, who came to the club when their husbands were away on business. Leroy then went on to tell us several stories about the white women he had known, which got me very hot and bothered. By the time he finished I was squirming in my bonds and rubbing my legs together as well as I could.
As Leroy rose to leave I mustered up the courage to ask him, “Please, would you do me one favor? Jack off for me—jack off all over me. Please, I’m begging you.”
Dan looked shocked at first, and Leroy hesitated. “Please,” I cooed. “I want you to shoot off on me so bad.” Leroy then looked over at Dan, who finally nodded.
Leroy turned on the radio and began a striptease. My hands and ankles still bound, I sat writhing in my chair. When my black stud was naked I could hardly stand it, he was so beautiful. His huge black cock stood out rock-hard, looking about a foot long, unmercifully thick and vein-covered.
Now Leroy approached me and rubbed his gigantic cock all over the front of my dress. Dan handed him a bottle of oil, and he used it to shine that big firehose up real good. Holding it in his fist, he smeared his magnificent oil-soaked dick all over my neck and face, pulling it away as I turned to catch it in my mouth.
Leroy then took a long pull from the Scotch bottle. He then bent down to kiss me, dribbling Scotch and saliva into my mouth and all over my face. He then surprised me by kneeling in front of me, taking off my shoes and pouring Scotch all over my feet, then sucking it off my toes and licking my sensitive soles. The sensations of his mouth and tongue made me hotter than ever.
Tiring of my feet, Leroy rose and once again rubbed his hands and his oily black cock over every inch of my b
ody, except for my cunt and my mouth. This was torture! I was so hot I was ready to explode, but my hands were tied, and I couldn’t even touch my pussy! I needed release so badly, I didn’t even care about my marriage vows any more. “Please!” I cried in desperation. “Come on, quit teasing me and fuck me, fuck me so damn hard!” Leroy just grinned at me, and Dan pulled out his cock and began to stroke it as he watched.
I managed to push myself out of my chair and fall to my knees on the floor. “At least let me take my clothes off,” I pleaded. “This damn dress is too tight.”
With that Leroy bent down and savagely tore my dress open down the front, then yanked my bra down off my breasts. He took my tits in his mouth, one by one, sucking and tonguing them till I was moaning uncontrollably. He then proceeded to pour Scotch all over me and suck it from my skin, covering my neck and chest with hickeys in the process.
“This is bullshit!” I shouted finally. “I know you want to stick your big black cock into my white body. Just do it already, fuck me, please fuck me!”
“You can’t handle it, mama,” Leroy chuckled. “This big black cock would split your little white belly in half!”
“I don’t care! Split me open! Your beautiful cock will fit! I need your cock! Fuck me deep, baby, give it all to me! Do it to me, I need that black cock so bad!”
Then an electric thrill shot through me as, with a sudden movement, Leroy lifted me off the floor and tossed me facedown on the bed. I whimpered in anticipation as my black stallion pushed my dress up over my ass and ripped my underwear and garter belt from my soft pink body. “That’s it!” I cooed. “Do it to me, fuck the goddamn shit out of my little white body!”
Then I got another surprise when Leroy pressed his cockhead into my ass crack. I could feel the tip against my asshole, but there was no way he could enter. It was simple physics—a baseball can’t pass through the head of a pin! Leroy knew that too; he was still just teasing me. He jacked his cockhead against my asshole a few times, then slid his stiff dick back and forth in the crack of my ass as I writhed beneath him. Soon his movements became spasmodic. He turned me over then, but instead of untying my legs and fucking me, he moved up over my body until his cock was just above my mouth. I opened wide, and with his fists knotted in my blonde hair, he pulled my mouth to his black cockhead. Even with my mouth stretched open as far as it would go, the head would barely fit. With a low growl he jammed it between my lips, scraping the tender skin against my teeth. All I could do was suck hard and swab the head with my tongue. But at least I was finally sucking a big black cock!
A hoarse cry signaled his eruption, and then it was as if that huge cockhead had burst open in my mouth, shooting jet after jet of come hard against the back of my throat. I did my best to swallow it all, but some of it leaked out of my mouth and fell onto my tits. When he finished coming, he still held his cock to my mouth as I eagerly licked off all the come, oil and Scotch that had accumulated on his prick and balls.
Shortly thereafter Leroy dressed and left. I asked Dan to untie me, but he said he liked me that way. He said that the way I had been begging for it, he wouldn’t have stopped Leroy if he had actually tried to fuck me, but he was glad he didn’t. I felt embarrassed by my shameless begging, but at least my vows were still intact. Finally Dan untied me, and we made love several times that night.
I have not been back to that club again, but I did buy myself a new vibrator/dildo. This one is much bigger than my old one. And it’s black.—J.J., Boston, Massachusetts
HE WAS A GEEKY LITTLE INTERN, BUT SHE FOUND OUT HE HAD A VERY LARGE SECRET
My name is Josie, and I am a twenty-nine-year-old blonde. I’ve always believed in the effectiveness of hard work and good discipline as a means of achieving success and getting what you want. That’s how I obtained my position at the accounting firm I practically run. Some people may think that my good looks, hourglass figure, great ass and well-rounded breasts had something to do with it, but that is just not the case.
Being in a position of authority, however, is not without its problems. For instance, last summer I had a problem with a young intern, a college student named Kenny who I took on for the summer because he was my best friend’s cousin. Kenny was a puny little guy who soon became a nuisance, because he fell absolutely in love with me and asked me out to dinner several times. He knew I had a boyfriend, a gorgeous hunk of a boyfriend, but he still wouldn’t quit, and after a while he really began to get on my nerves.
One day he came into my office just before I was about to go home. Everyone else had left except for two other accountants, Sally and Rachel, in the outer office. Kenny asked me if he could walk me to my car, and I just laughed at him and told him to go home. The guy just would not stop asking to do favors for me. Instead of leaving, he then asked me if we could have lunch the next afternoon. Again I laughed at him, and told him no way. Then I told him that I thought he needed to get a life, to quit bugging me and maybe spend some more time in the gym. That way maybe more women would be attracted to him. I mean, the guy looked like a geek. He was short and skinny and wore these big thick glasses that everyone hated.
As I went back to my paperwork, trying to ignore him, Kenny suddenly muttered, “Would it help if I told you I was hung like a bull?”
I looked up at him, startled. “What the hell did you just say to me?” I asked him unbelievingly.
He looked frightened now, as though he had gone too far, which of course he had. But I told him to repeat his question, to make sure I’d heard him right. He took a deep breath. “I asked if it would make a difference if you knew I was hung like a bull,” he said.
I now knew for sure I had heard him correctly, and after staring at him for a moment, I asked if he was. “Yes, I am,” he replied. “You wouldn’t believe the size of my penis!”
Well, this I had to see. I got up, walked across the room and shut the door. Then I rolled down the shades on my windows and told Kenny to pull down his pants. He hesitated, looking frightened again, but I demanded that he do it. “If you’re going to make such an outrageous claim,” I said, “I’m going to have to see it for myself.”
For a moment he still didn’t move. Then he opened his pants and pushed them down, revealing cotton briefs with a huge bulge up front—not just a bulge, but a clear tubular outline that kind of snaked around to the side of his leg. “Jesus,” I said. “Take those off too.”
“Do I really have to?” he squeaked. “I mean—”
He was pissing me off now. “Shut the fuck up and do what I say, you little whiny geek!” I yelled.
Kenny slowly pulled down his underwear, and out flopped his giant horse dork. My jaw nearly dropped to the ground when I laid my eyes on it, the largest penis I had ever seen. It was so freakishly huge that the damn thing hung halfway to his knees. The forces of gravity also weighed down his balls, two huge golf balls that were very visible on each side of his cock. I just couldn’t believe it. Of all the guys in the world to have such a huge schlong, this geek was the least likely.
I walked over to him and told him to stand up on my desk so I could inspect his cock at eye level. Once he did this, I yanked on his cock and balls to make sure they weren’t fake. He made a small sound when I grabbed his balls, and I told him to shut up. “It’s definitely real,” I said. The thing must have been over a foot long, and it just kind of hung down like a big salami, draped over his big balls. I finally told him to sit down and get comfortable while I fetched Sally and Rachel. I wanted them to see this too, so they wouldn’t think I was lying when I told them about it.
In the outer office I told Sally and Rachel that I had something very special to show them. I knew they were going to be shocked. When I opened my office door, Kenny stood up to face them. “Oh my God!” Sally screamed, and she dropped her cup of coffee. Rachel was speechless.
I then told Kenny to stroke his cock to full erection, so we could see what it looked like when it was hard. When he said he thought he would feel uncomfortable doin
g that, I walked up to him and whispered in his ear, “Do it, donkey dick, or you can forget about ever getting anyplace with me.”
I then sat him down in a chair and told him I would give him some help getting aroused. Sitting on my desk, I took off my high heels and started to rub my feet, clad in pantyhose, against his face. Slowly but surely, his huge cock started to get bigger and bigger, to the delight of all of us. “Oh God, Josie, you’re so hot!” he panted. “Please let me kiss you.” I told him to keep dreaming. He was stroking his dick more furiously now, and it stuck out from his body like a wrecking crane.
“Holy shit, Josie, where did you find this guy?” asked Sally.
“I had no idea the guy had a big one,” I said. “He came into my office today and wanted to take me out to lunch or something. Of course I said no, and he ended up pulling down his pants to impress me. Well, Kenny, let me tell you something. I’m still not going out to lunch with you, but you could definitely do yourself some good with that thing.”
When he asked what I meant, I told him that while the three of us were all taken, we all knew a lot of cute girls, and that if he jerked off for us every day after everyone had left the office, we would fix him up and help him to get laid. He heartily agreed, and I told him to give us our first taste of what he could do right now. He went back to work on his dick, stroking it with both hands, barely able to get his hands around its great girth. I could see the veins bulging out on the sides, and the huge purple head was getting brighter in color.
“Oh baby, stroke that cock!” Sally screamed.
“Yeah, pull it harder!” yelled Rachel. “Oh, God, this is going to be a gusher!”
She was right. Half a minute later Kenny gave a hoarse cry and shot a load about four feet out in front of him, then kept spurting for about fifteen seconds. Come went everywhere.
This had provided us hard-working ladies with a nice relaxing bit of entertainment after a long day of work, and it was just the beginning. In return, we gave Kenny some advice about his appearance, telling him to get contact lenses and cooler clothes, and eventually we did hook him up with some of our cute friends and got him laid.
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