I returned home the next afternoon, feeling wonderfully sexy and hot. Bill noticed as soon as I walked in the door. "Yes, Bill, I saw you in the club. Did I make you horny?" I asked in my best throaty voice. He panted yes. I saw a tiny lump in his pants. I knew what a real lump felt like now, and I didn’t feel like playing with a toy. Still, he was my husband, and he hadn’t interfered in my black pleasure. I told him to meet me in the bedroom, and I’d tell him all about it.
He was naked when I got there, his chalky-white little dickie sticking up from his body. I managed not to laugh at the memory of how big I had thought it was the first time I ever saw it in good light, thinking that I now knew why we had been doing in the dark. "You want to know what I did, Bill?" He nodded eagerly. Still dressed, I lit a cigarette, and sat next to him. "He took me to his place, lay me down, and kissed me all over. And I do mean all over." I smiled as I took a puff. "Don’t touch your dick, dear. I’ll do it when the time is right." His hand dropped onto the bed, eyes shining. "He licked my pussy lips, and between my legs until I thought I was going to go crazy. Then he stuck three long, black fingers into my cunt and played inside me. I came, baby, ohhhh, did I ever cum!"
I put my hand on Bill’s dick. He was close, so I took it off, hearing a gratifying whimper. "Marcus made me so hot that I just had to have all of that thick, long black cock inside me all the way," I whispered. "He’s so much bigger than you. He hit the bottom of my pussy over and over while fucking me and made me cum again."
"Did he--did he cum inside you?" My husband looked at me with pleading eyes.
"Yes, he filled my pussy with his cum. Lots of cum," I answered, giving Bill’s dick a quick stroke. He grunted, but it wasn’t enough to make him cum. Not yet. "I sucked him off after that, and got almost three-fourths of his cock in me, it went into my throat. And I made him cum again, all in my mouth, Bill. I drank his hot cum, and I loved it." I heard Bill groan, sounding like he was going to shoot off without being touched.
"Was that everything?"
"No, I got to watch myself fuck him in a mirror, bouncing up and down on that hard ebony pole of his, cumming again and again. He fucks me soooo good... he made me pass out from cumming." I shivered as I remembered the feeling of the never-ending orgasm. I began to rub Bill’s cock. "I let him cum in my mouth, and all over my body. I wanted him to. And I watched every second in the mirror, Bill. I watched this long, hard black stud cum all over me and in me..." It was too much for my husband. Bill came with a groan, squirting with surprising force. When he was done, I wiped my hand off on his chest. "Now I’m tired, and satisfied, and I don’t want you starting something that you can’t finish." He sighed yes, that he understood, a happy smile on his face.
Bill was very insistent, though. He was all over me for the next two weeks, making me recount my escapades over and over again as he ineffectually jabbed away at me. He almost fucked me as much every night as Marcus did when we were together, but, well, it wasn’t terribly good. In Marcus, I had quality as well as quantity. But it kept my husband happy, and he spent lots of money on me in those two weeks. I lived like a queen, except after eight or nine p.m. I missed Marcus, but Bill was too attentive for me to even think about getting away.
I got my break near the end of the second week, though. Bill was going to have an out-of-town assignment for three weeks. He was unhappy about it, but he couldn’t refuse. Inside, I was thinking, "Yes!" I immediately started to worry what Marcus was thinking. Would he be too pissed that I hadn’t called in two weeks? Would he want to see me again? Ever??? I had to get word to him somehow that I would be free for the next three weeks, starting sometime next week.
My husband complained that we wouldn’t be able to do much while he was away, and asked me if he could take some of our interracial tapes. I was about to shoot him a snide remark when he came up with the idea of making our own little tapes. With me and Marcus. I got wet on the spot, and gave Bill a quick fuck right then and there, having an orgasm from the thought of having my black stud again. We went out and bought a video camera as soon as we had cleaned up. Bill spent the evening getting it set up, and finding a good place to hide it in the bedroom.
We had sex several times that weekend, each time to get a better idea about the camera and its aim. My husband didn’t last very long, and I only came once, when he gave me head for a long time. But we both knew that this was for a higher cause. We finally figured out where and how to have it focused for the best shots. Bill left, both of us with smiles on our faces. His because I promised to send him a tape as soon as I had one, and me for--Marcus’ return to my pussy.
I called him just as soon as I got back from the airport, out-of-breath. Shit. He was at work. It was a workday. I left him a message, and got no answer back by the end of the night. I fingered myself to a lonely, weak orgasm, hoping that my silence hadn’t turned him off. I didn’t get a lot done at work the next day, and called my machine at home twice--still no messages. I was home all alone that evening, with no company except the television, so I called Bill and went to bed early. The phone rang after I had undressed. "Hello, Penny?" Ohhh, that voice! I felt myself moisten. Almost three weeks and my body hadn’t forgotten. "Hi, I’m sorry, I was out-of-town on business for a few days. How are you?"
"I’m fine Marcus--I hope you didn’t think that I was avoiding you--but--something came up--and I couldn’t--"
"That’s fine, Penny. I know that shit happens," he replied, sounding unfazed by my recent silence. "So, would you like to get together this weekend?"
I knew the what the question he asked was, and in my mind I formulated the proper answer of, "yes, this weekend would be great." What came out was, "Actually, I want you to come fuck me senseless tonight."
There was a silence on the other end of the line for a moment. I worried that I had been too aggressive. "Do you want me to come over, Penny, or do you need me to come fuck you senseless? Would you like to see my black cock standing at attention for you?" I moaned yes, as my pussy began to get tingly. I gingerly touched myself. "Do you want it inside of you, buried all the way between your creamy thighs?" he continued. My touching stopped being tentative, and I had started to masturbate. "Or will you suck me until I cum in your mouth, after ramming my dick down your throat?" I was whimpering now, well on the way to orgasm. "I can get in my car now, and be at your place very soon, Penny, all you have to say is you need my big black cock tonight. Tell me, and I’ll be there soon."
I panted into the phone, voice high pitched, "Ohhhh... Gawd... Marcus... Come and fuck me tonight! I need you to fuck me, I need to feel all of you, so big, so thick, so black, so hard in my cunt!!! I--I--I--OHHHHHH SHIIIITTTT!!!!" I came, nearly crushing the phone in my free hand. My body locked tight and my hips pumped frantically at air. I finally sighed after the last intense aftershocks had faded into smaller, electrifying tingles. "Marcus?"
"Directions, baby?" was all he said over the phone. He was at my house within a half-hour. I met him at the door, naked. I pulled his pants down and began to give him a blowjob before he could say anything. The next orgasm I was going to have was going to make the earlier masturbation one seem like a tiny tingle. Marcus’ dick grew quickly, straining in all its dark glory, pointing at me. He pushed my head away and stepped out of his pants. I gave him a lick and a lewd glance. He pulled me to my feet, guided me to my sofa, knelt, and slid into me. I sighed, long, loud, and happy.
He was pumping ferociously at me within a few strokes. My sigh of joy hastily turned into the panting and squeaking of sexual heat. I was thrusting back at him and the head of his large dick kept banging against the top of my pussy. I saw him move his hand and felt something brush my clit--the world flashed so bright that I couldn’t see, and all I could feel was this enormous--thing--filling me inside as I tightly wrapped my very being around it. I went limp after a fantastic eternity. And Marcus began to fuck me some more. I spread my legs as wide as I could, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
In the dark, I couldn’t see his dick very well, but ohhhh could I ever feel it! His breathing began to get more ragged and louder. I started pumping my hips, and felt myself loosen and get very wet. Erotic slurping and sloshing noises were coming from my twat, and his strokes seemed to speed up. "Gonna.. cum... Penny..." Marcus panted in my ear, and he sped up even more.
"Dooo iiiit!!!" I gasped, "--Inside!!!" And his cock stretched me some more.
"Ohhh... Yes... baby... Ahhhh!!!!!" He groaned in ecstasy with his first squirt, and then drew his hips back, trembled, then rammed into me as hard as I’ve ever been rammed. BOOOM!!! went my body and my brain. I couldn’t think; everything was frying in pleasure and I was too lost in ecstasy to remember anything else. I regained my senses, still filled with his slowly shrinking shaft. I felt his cock shake; he hadn’t finished cumming inside me. I just lay there, our sweat mixing, a huge, satisfied smile on my face. After an eternity, he pulled out of me, and I immediately cleaned his cock with my mouth, getting a final dribble of cum to taste and swallow for a reward. My pussy had been fucked long, deep, and hard by his fat, long dick. I was full of his cum. I was happy. I drifted off to sleep after he wrapped me up in those strong arms of his.
The next day, he and I went to our respective jobs. I tried to get him interested in a morning quickie, but he declined. I spent the day dreaming about our next fuck, and fought the urge to masturbate all day. That night, he couldn’t come over--he had other things to do, but his weekend was free. I invited him over for Friday night, and told him to bring a bag, because he wouldn’t be leaving until Sunday--or later. After all, my husband was gone for another week and a half.
Marcus showed up in time for dinner on Friday. All traces of Bill and my marriage were safely hidden. I hadn’t been that careful the first time, but my African stud hadn’t seemed to notice. Probably because we were having sex within seconds of his arrival. We talked about our jobs over the meal, and then he asked me what I wanted to do that night. I stood up, dropped my dress, and bent over the dining room table. I had no panties on. "Does this answer your question?" I asked, trying real hard to be sexy for him. He smiled at me and said, "Get yourself ready, my pear-shaped little white bitch. You’re gonna get stuffed by lots of big black dick. I’m gonna finish eating dinner first, then you’re for dessert."
I walked out of the dining room and upstairs, swaying as provocatively as I could while my cunt quivered from the images he had brought to my mind. I had plenty of time to start the video camera and turn on some music to cover any noise. I spread my legs and slowly dipped my fingers in and out of my pussy, getting good and wet, while putting a bit of a show on for the tape. Marcus came in the room right then, and watched me masturbate with a grin on his face. "Can’t wait for it, Penny?" I shook my head no. He came over and leaned down, giving me a deep, powerful kiss. I tried to ram my tongue down his throat. As soon as he was undressed, his cock hung in front of my face. "Suck it, Penny," he urged. "Suck my black dick like you really want it."
I drew him into my mouth, tasting his cock, sucking and licking around the crown. I stopped for a second. "Fuck my mouth, baby. Fuck my throat. I want it all. Your ebony pole fucking my pretty white face, your hot cum spilling over me..." I panted, like I was doing a porno movie script. But I wasn’t acting. I wanted him to cum on my face, over my tits, in my mouth. He liked it, and I liked doing it for him. I would do anything for him. I began to give him a spit-flying, head swirling, hair-bouncing, world-class blowjob. His cock disappeared bit by bit into my mouth as I went deeper and deeper. With a little less than half of it out, I took a deep plunge. He groaned and grabbed the back of my head. I bobbed and bobbed until he started thrusting at my mouth, ramming the swollen dark monster into my throat. I grabbed his ass cheeks to keep my head in place. I was getting mouth-fucked by a swollen black prick!!! I wanted to masturbate so badly, but it was all I could do to keep him thrusting at me.
Marcus’ dick popped out of my mouth and he backed off. I whimpered, but he kissed me long and hard, making me melt inside. My hand instinctively wrapped around his cock, but he took it off. "No hurrying, Penny. I’m gonna give you all the black dick and chocolate cum you can handle this weekend. You won’t ever want a white dick again." I didn’t want one ever again now!!! He softened somewhat, but his half-hard cock was fatter than my husband’s erect one, and almost as long. Marcus pushed me down on my back, and had three of his fingers in me within seconds. My body began vibrating, then started humping the long slender fingers. "Yeah baby, fuck my fingers... feel good? Huh? Long black fingers playin’ in your white pussy?" Oh god did they ever! I was hiccuping, squeaking, so close to cumming when he stopped. "I love watching you get so close, Penny." My frustration faded when I saw him stiff as a board.
I grabbed my legs, pulling them ever farther apart, and my African prince slid into me, slowly, halfway. I could only groan as my eyes rolled around in my head. He started sawing at me, stretching my cunt with his thick stick, but deliberately. He put me on the edge of an orgasm again with his movement, but kept pushing in... and sliding out... and in... and out... And I could feel every split-second of each stroke as I widened to take him and closed as he pulled back. I had never really experienced a slow, long, fucking until now. He went in deeper, and deeper, past my husband’s all-the-way, fucking me with excruciating ease. I’d never been fucked this deep, for so long, and I was on the verge of melting from the constant slow stuffing and emptying. Marcus began to harden and swell on one backstroke. My eyes went wide as I felt an enormous orgasm approach. He slid forward and back another couple of times, still slow, teeth gritted. And then he sighed loudly as he slid all the way in, spewing a hot, thick, strong blast of cum into my incredibly sensitized pussy. He pulled back a little, then jerked forward at the next blast. I was gone, totally blown away by his fucking and the second pulse of his dick. The third pulse filled me even more with dark cum. I felt each of his jets, and I sizzled all over, gasping for breath as my orgasm continued.
I felt my pussy squeezing him dry as he slowly deflated, and each of my contractions sent a little electric shock through me. He was still so hard, so big, and so thick inside! Marcus just lay on top of me, panting, holding me. He wanted to completely empty himself in my pussy, and I wanted it too. I could be his greedy white cum slut some other time. I’d just had the fucking of my life. And it was all on tape.
That was the start of a wild weekend! We fucked in every position I could think of. I loved to sit on his long black pole in front of my big dressing mirror and watch myself bouncing away to orgasm! I always get extra-hot when I can see his dark meat slide into me. I made extra sure that he was in a perfect spot for filming when I gave him a long, sloppy, blowjob. I especially got turned on knowing that I could watch myself give Marcus deep throat later. He came buckets, too. I swallowed some, but pointed his cock at my face and my tits while I jacked him, so I got lots of thick cum all over me. It made me cum. I was Marcus’ cum slut, and it was such a turn-on that I came from him shooting his load in my mouth and on my body. We stopped long enough to eat and change sheets and shower. Although both times we showered (together, of course), it turned into a fast, hot, doggy-style fuck. His cock pounded the top of my cunt, driving me to orgasm within a few minutes. He held me in place as he emptied his balls into me under the running water. He said that he liked to come deep inside my pussy. I shivered with delight, feeling pleased that I was so hot that I could keep this wonderful black stud sexually entertained for so long!
Sunday afternoon, I was on my knees, giving him head to make him hard for my soaking wet pussy. I’d been so horny in Marcus’ presence that I always seemed to be wet that weekend. I always needed him to fuck, or finger, or lick me. He pulled away his chocolate stick, which he had named, "Penny’s Tootsie Roll". It was sticking straight out at attention. "I wanna do you doggy-style, you sexy white bitch," he panted. "Plow you from behind with your tootsie roll, go way deeper than you’ve been fucked by any white dick."
He didn’t need to say much more, I was on my hands and knees, in position, waving my round white ass at him, whispering, "Your sexy white bitch wants it deep, and doggy-style.... Fuck me, like only you can, Marcus. Fuck me..." I felt the knob of his dick split my cunt lips and I reactively pumped at him, pushing him in a little bit. He was thrusting at me, when, all of a sudden, SMACK!!! He spanked me. It made me jerk and lose my rhythm for a moment, but I was filled with his cock, and going into serious heat. He swatted me again, a little harder. Along with the sting, I felt something else... something completely unexpected. I pumped harder at his cock. He swatted me hard again, and I saw stars, cumming in a brilliant shower of bright colors. He pulled out, still erect, after I had finished cumming.
"What did you think of that, Penny?" he asked.
I was still busy trying to regain a few more wits. "It--it--was different, Marcus." My head cleared enough to say what I was thinking. "I--I--don’t know about the spanking... but--it felt good?" I was turning back into the little scared white girl. Spanking was something that was... well, something that those weirdos with whips and chains did. But the rosy warmth of my butt matched the fading afterglow of the rest of my body.
"Sometimes it--adds--something to the experience. If you don’t want me to do it again, I won’t." I didn’t know what I wanted. He studied me. "Maybe we’ll try again, another time, or we’ll do something different." I nodded dumbly, fully aware that I didn’t know what something different was, but my husband never did anything different. I knew that sex with Bill would never, ever approach what happened to me with my ebony sex god. "But now, Penny, I want you to sit on my dick, ‘cuz it’s still hard for your pussy." I gave him a few licks and a lewd smile, before mounting him, facing him. I did all the work, moving my hips and body while he lay beneath me, pleasuring myself, and feeling him grow bigger, and bigger and bigger... I pulled off, and sucked him, first cleaning our mixed juices, and then drawing his load out. He filled my mouth, and I swallowed and sucked and swallowed and stroked until Marcus was dry. I cuddled up around him. We both took a nap, and he left early that evening. The bedroom and the living room reeked of sex. The weekend was a success, and I had several hours of good video to look forward to.
Bill was fascinated by the tapes I sent him. He said it made it difficult for him to sleep at night, just because he kept getting hard. My husband was happy, called me a real porno star. I kept a couple of the tapes at home and promised him that he’d have more movies when he got home. I watched and masturbated; Marcus looked huge on the video, and I almost couldn’t believe that I had been able to get all of that thing inside me--anywhere. I was amazed when I saw my nose touch his pubic hair, his dick down my throat. It made me feel all tingly--and proud. I felt like I had accomplished something. Especially when I could see the look in Marcus’ eyes that said he wanted to fuck me now. It hadn’t been a lust-driven illusion! He really was hot for me and my pretty white pussy. Bang! Instant orgasm.
I didn’t bother with the tapes next weekend, and Marcus and I were a lot less--crazed. Evidently, I could get enough of his thick stick. As he left, he said he’d give me a call sometime during the week. Both my heart and my pussy gave a strong flutter. I immediately began to contemplate divorce. My husband would be back in two days. Him and his little dick, jabbing away from on top in the dark. I was beginning to hope that Marcus felt something more for me than just sex. And I didn’t feel guilty; after all, Bill was the one who started this whole thing.
Bill came home that week. The first thing he did was ask me to put in one of the tapes of me and Marcus. "Jeez, he’s hung like a horse," my husband whispered as he ran his hand over my crotch. We both watched, barely breathing, as I swallowed Marcus' cock. "You--you--really did that with his big black cock!" Bill gasped, awe, lust and admiration all evident in his voice. I put my hand on his jeans, and felt his swollen dick surge. I was getting hot from reliving the experience, and I needed--something. Bill was available, so I jumped my husband. I fucked him from above, masturbating myself on his little dickie, getting increasingly frustrated because he wasn't big or wide enough to get me where I desperately needed to go. It made me fuck him harder. "Uh--Penny--uh! Ohshit! Uh-uh-huh-huh-ohhh gawwwddd!!!!" I felt him cum, shooting a huge load inside me, more than Bill had ever shot inside me.
"Yeah baby, gonna fuck you... 'cuz I want a big black cock now... see it? So big... in my tiny white mouth... down my throat... in my pussy..." I was talking dirty about the movie, what I wanted, how hot I was and Bill's orgasm continued. His dick popped out of me after a while, and he gasped, eyes open, but not seeing. I was still not satisfied. If anything, I was hotter. I slammed my pussy over his face. "Lick me!" I commanded, voice raw. Bill went to work immediately, and I fucked his face, rolling my hips, driving my cunt against his nose and chin, sending myself to a satisfying orgasm as my husband sucked his own cum out of my pussy. If that was what it took him to make me cum, he'd be doing it until I left him for Marcus.
For the next week, my husband was very attentive, and always seemed to be horny. He'd watch parts of my videos when he got home, before he went to bed, and sometimes in the morning before he went to work. I managed to reduce my part in all this to hand jobs. Six months before, I would have been thrilled by Bill's newfound desire. Now, it was a pain in the ass. There I was, being forced to watch myself make it with my African prince, because it turned my husband incredibly on. The worst part was being unable to get away to actually do anything with Marcus. Wednesday morning, I called him from work, and made up some lie about a major project at work being the reason I hadn't been in touch.
"How about a quick lunch fuck, then? I know you want it, and I'm ready to give it to you," he said into the phone. I was useless the rest of the morning, my brain running rampant with sexual thoughts, panties wet, my body sensitized to the slightest movement of air around it. At 11:30, My secretary told me that I didn't look too well. I decided that I would use that as my excuse, telling the rest of the office that I went home, not feeling well. Marcus met me in a hotel room near my office that I'd reserved. Dressed in his suit and tie, he looked more like a businessman headed to an important meeting than the black sex god I craved. I didn't even bother to kiss him; I knelt, unzipped his fly, and began to suck and lick for all I was worth as he quickly disrobed. My "Tootsie Roll" quickly expanded to its full size.
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees. I know you want me to fuck you deep." I scrambled as directed. "I'm gonna fuck my little white bitch who can't get enough of my black dick." I began to whimper and wiggle my ass as invitingly as I could. Marcus raised my dress, pulled my panties down, and slid into me. My eyes rolled aimlessly in my head. He held me around my hips, slamming his dark piston over and over, deep inside me. His huge balls slapped loudly against my ample ass. I humped back at him as much and as hard as I could. My first orgasm shot through me and the feeling immediately began to build anew.
I heard him huff and pant and gasp as he worked his thick black stick in and out of my extremely slick pinkness. "Yeah, baby!!! Fuck me with your black dick!" I gasped, feeling a familiar swell in my belly. "Fuck me!! Deep!!! So big!!! So black! Fuck me!! Fuck me!!!" My voice was rising in pitch, and I couldn't stop it any more than I could stop what happened next. Marcus impaled me completely on his cock, the head hitting the top of my cunt hard enough to hurt. He immediately began to fill my pussy with hot, sticky, goo, and the pain vanished as I convulsed in a massive orgasm. Marcus squirted forcefully inside me while my pussy clenched his cock in a greedy grip. I felt him swell before each spurt, and it would touch off another orgasmic firecracker. I collapsed, face down on the bed, with Marcus still inside me, on top of me, panting and sweating.
My Tootsie roll stayed hard enough to stay in, and I started to hump it as much as I could, pinned as I was. Slowly, Marcus' ebony rod became very stiff. He pulled out, rolled me over, and stuffed me. I purred, full of him. I had what I needed. He touched me everywhere inside that needed to be touched, places that Bill could never reach. I needed to be fucked long and deep, and only my black sex god could do me. I looked between my legs, and saw his black thickness slowly disappear, simultaneously feeling it expand my inner walls. "Ohhhh... Marcus," I moaned, and went into a long, extended, not-very-intense, but wonderful orgasm. He came again, inside me, moaning my name, and calling me his hot white piece of ass. I carefully licked my tootsie roll clean afterwards, enjoying the taste of our mixed cum. He stepped into the shower, saying he had to get back to work. I lay on the bed while he got dressed, feeling deliciously naughty and sexy, legs spread, rubbing my pussy while I enjoyed a cigarette. I masturbated myself to orgasm, then again during a bath, before going home around four. I was just too damn sexy. I didn't tell my husband after he got home, and that night, I left him to jack off by himself watching one of the tapes.
The peace-of-body that Marcus had given me lasted about three days before I started craving his long, thick shaft. I hadn't touched Bill either; the flicks made him happy enough. Now it was Saturday, though, and he had been making references to our having sex. I didn't tell him that I wasn't at all interested in his tiny dickie. Marcus hadn't returned my call from Friday, so I was resigned to having my husband pump away at me. I could watch a flick and masturbate afterwards; Bill would fall asleep right after he came. Saturday evening at about six, my doorbell rang while I was cooking dinner. "I'll get it," Bill yelled. A few seconds later, he called me. "Ummm... Penny... I think you'd better handle this," he said as he walked into the kitchen. I stopped dead in my tracks as I regarded Marcus in my doorway. He turned and I ran after him, apron and spoon in hand.
"Please, Marcus..." I began.
He snapped around and shot me a look of death. "Please what? I need you because my husband isn't home? Please stay away until I call? You've been lying to me, you bitch," he snarled, low enough so that the neighbors couldn't hear. I tried to explain, but he cut me off. "Forget it. I don't fuckin' care, and I don't want to know. Find another black dick to get your suburban jollies." With that, he turned and left. As I watched him, my body did all kinds of internal gyrations. I went back into the house feeling very empty. Bill tried to console me, and offered to put in a tape. That was the last thing I needed. I finished cooking dinner and went upstairs, crying myself to sleep without eating.
I called Marcus four times Sunday. No answer. I tried twice Monday, but I just knew that it was over. Each day, I tried to get a hold of him, leaving multiple messages, and finally leaving one for him at his office with the department secretary, bypassing his voice mail. Two weeks later I was going crazy. My pussy ached to be filled, and watching videos while jacking off my husband wasn't even close. I wouldn't let Bill touch me. Finally, I let him eat my pussy one night. He gave it a valiant effort, but had to quit before I came. I got dressed, went out to a sex shop and bought myself a big black dildo. Bill watched me masturbate to a much-needed orgasm with lust and jerked himself off, dribbling cum all over the sheets. I was somewhat relieved, but the dildo didn’t quite get it, either. I needed to hear Marcus pant my name, feel his body, see all of his beautiful chocolate contrasted with my creamy skin. I needed his black cum inside me, I wanted to taste it, swallow it. I kept trying to reach him for a month.
Desperate, I went out to a mixed club, picked up a black guy, and fucked him in my car. The rubber made it less of an experience, but the thrill of seeing a thick black cock slide into me made me cum hard. But it was an isolated thing. After he came, he left. I went home, satisfied on one level, but still yearning for my ebony god. I quickly became a regular at the mixed clubs, hoping to see Marcus, but finding a black guy to give me and my pussy a quick thrill was the main objective. After being successful eight times in ten tries, I thought that Marcus wasn't important any more. The big black cock splitting me, filling me, ramming in and out was what mattered. Bill was thrilled, because I was his slut wife, who would only fuck big black men. He hadn't gotten his dick near my uncovered pussy ever since I'd gone on the prowl for a black stranger to fuck me hard and deep. He was content to jack off while I talked to him about what I did, or while he watched a video.
I went to my favorite club the next weekend, pussy wet. I was anticipating being able to see the black man I had fucked the previous Friday night. His cock was incredibly large, wider and longer than Marcus'. I sat at the bar waiting for him. He walked in, and I stood up, then I sat back down when he turned to a gorgeous milk-chocolate beauty, and gave her a kiss. She wrapped herself around him, and they walked by me without him giving me a glance. It didn't bother me that much; there was other big cock to be had tonight. I causally scanned the room for other prospects. It was still early. My predatory mind-set vanished when I heard a familiar voice right behind me. "Looking for another black dick to fill your white cunt? How's your husband?" Marcus slid into the chair next to me. Damn, he was graceful when he moved. My pussy twitched sharply.
"You're getting quite the reputation as a piece of ass, Penny." he quietly said. "I've heard about you here; the bar guys know you're looking for chocolate cock. And they let the regulars know." I lit a cigarette, trying to put on my best insulted princess act, sniffing indignantly. "Tell me that it’s all as good as being my cum slut. I know you use rubbers. Is rubber-covered chocolate better than tootsie roll in the flesh?" His talk was making me hot, making it difficult to keep my act up. I couldn’t disagree with anything he was saying.
"I bet you miss having your own private black dick. I bet you miss the taste and the feel of my cum on your mouth and in your skin," he whispered in my ear. My pussy moistened. "None of the other guys think you’re a hot, sexy bitch. They think you’re an easy piece of ass. I know the difference, Penny. You want to be one man’s cum slut. This running around isn’t your style. You miss the feel of flesh on flesh. I know you do." I shivered, head spinning from his words, and memories of our heated fucking. He turned away, apparently finished. I sat there for an eternal second, debating whether to walk away, insulted. He discreetly moved my free hand to his bulge. "Remember this, Penny? A cock that’s hard for you, instead of a handjob or a blowjob to get it ready?"
That pushed me over the edge. I felt very warm, and my earlier wetness had returned. I was a little dizzy, and leaned to him. "Marcus--do me!" I hissed, and we left the club. I had a difficult time keeping my hands off him on the ride to his place. My restraint failed as soon as the apartment door closed behind us. I literally threw myself at him, panting, reaching for his cock through his pants. "Cum in me, baby, please..." I pleaded. He put me on the table, moved my panties out of the way and entered me with a quick hard stroke. "Uhhhhh!" My eyes rolled up in my head.
"Remember this--Penny?" Marcus gasped as he pounded me. Oh yeah, I remembered it. All of it. Seeing his thick black dick vanish inside me, feeling the heat of it and the sensation of flesh on flesh... I went nuts in my orgasm, losing all control of my body and brain. I jerked around on his table and all I felt was my tootsie roll sliding in and out, the banging of the head of it as he’d bottom out. I didn’t even notice the swelling of his cock. When he came, the warm, sticky fluid that filled me just prolonged my bliss. Marcus pumped his load into me forever, wiggling his rod when he was done, stirring his cum and agitating my already hyper-sensitive pussy. I came again, this one making me pass out from its intensity.
By the time I recovered my senses, Marcus had showered and dressed again. "Wh-where are you going?" I stammered, still lost in a mind-numbing afterglow.
"Out. I was horny, and there you were. Now I’m not horny any more, so I don’t need you."
The words slammed into me with brutal force. "But--but--Marcus," I whined, "I thought we were gonna... spend the night together?"
"Why? You’ve got a husband to go home to, and I’m nothing more than a big black dick to be fucked by. You’re Miss Suburbia walking on the wild side," he snapped.
"No--no--that’s not it at all," I whimpered, still naked. "I--I--I like fucking you. I don’t fuck my husband any more. Not since I met you. I’m getting ready to leave him and his little pale dickie."
Marcus laughed at that and shook his head. "Little miss Suburbia is a size queen."
"No--I’m a Marcus’ cock queen," I declared. "You don’t think anybody else can make me cum that hard." The flattery worked. His face softened a little. "Marcus, I don’t care if you were just horny and I was convenient, but I need more of it tonight. Be horny with me. You know I can get you off good and hard." He was considering it. I finally got off the kitchen table and swayed as seductively as I could towards him. "I’ll suck your cock," I whispered. "I’ll kneel and let you fuck my throat and then jack you off all over my body and face." Marcus raised his eyebrows, and a hint of a bulge appeared in his pants. "You can do me in the ass, in the pussy, whatever, as long as you want, and as hard as you want until you’re finished. But I want as much of your cock as I can get," I finished, voice low and throaty.
"Get on your knees, bitch," he commanded, opening his pants. "You’re gonna suck me off, and I’m gonna cum all over your little white face and body. By the time you get out of here tomorrow, you’re gonna be too sore to fuckin’ move." My pussy twitched at the thought, and I tried to inhale his chocolate stick on the first slurp. "Oh yeah, baby. I’m gonna fuck your mouth, your throat, and then I’m gonna cum all over you, you little white whore." I began to rock, getting hotter, feeling my mouth stretch to take him. "You wanna be my cum slut?" I made an affirmative noise, my mouth full of his chocolate stick. "Yeah, Penny, that’s what you want, it’s what you need." I moaned with his cock in my mouth. Those words put me on the edge of an orgasm. Because they were true.
My blowjob got really excited as I diddled myself. Marcus got really hard in my mouth, then pulled his dick away from me. "There it is, slut. Show me what you’ll do to have my cock." I reached out, stroking his magnificent, rock-hard ebony pole, licking the head. It didn’t take long before he growled and a spurt hit me in the mouth. I aimed for my tits and the next one hit me there. Marcus pointed it back at my face and sprayed cum over my nose and hair, then he rammed it back in my mouth and drove it as far as he could. I backed off, not throating him, sucking greedily at the last of his eruption. I was a breath away from cumming, and Marcus pulled away. "Bend over, bitch." Marcus spanked me once, hard. I shuddered and came without any genital contact.. After I had finished, he commanded, "Look at yourself in the mirror. Look at what you did for this black cock, Penny. Can you handle it?" I was a mess; but it didn’t matter.
"I need you to fuck me some more with that black cock," I panted, legs still unsteady from my recent orgasm. Marcus looked at me funny. Then he sighed, told me to sit down on the sofa, and he would bring me some water. I did, but I was still incredibly turned on. I smeared his drying cum over my face, licking my fingers, savoring the taste. I played with my nipples while I spread the cum he’d shot on my tits. And I was still hot enough to shiver at his return, just from looking at his now-flaccid cock. I licked my lips. My husband had been forgotten as I reclined, naked, drying cum on my face and body, thinking of nothing but the sensation of being completely split open from the inside by Marcus. It took an effort not to reach for my tootsie roll. Damn, I wanted him. Now. Later. Often. His chocolate ruled my vanilla world.