tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46460200428422236562024-03-16T00:08:15.557-07:00BBC 4 white femalesA place for those who believe that BBC belongs inside a white femaleTrainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.comBlogger202125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-64565461132637184972008-03-04T14:02:00.000-08:002008-03-04T14:04:41.477-08:00Jennifer got punkedThe name is Christopher Jamal Henderson. I'm a tall, good-looking black man who has a dream job. On the Adult Entertainment Network, I'm the host of the first adult-themed Reality TV Series. The adventures of a ruthless and seductive con artist who cons unsuspecting and gullible women into giving up the goods. It's one of the most-watched television shows on the Adult Entertainment Network. And I'm its star, creator and all-around co-owner.<br /><br />Today, I play the part of Dirk Benson, an agent of the Internal Revenue Service. He drives around in a government-issue vehicle and has a government-issue badge. He even wears a government-issue black suit and sunglasses and speaks in that clipped, business-like tone used by government agents in every movie since the 1950s. He's the Government Man to a T. And that's all part of the deception, folks. You see, most people are stupid, existing only to be taken advantage of. That's why I do what I do. To weed out the weak and uphold the strong, which is the group I am affiliated with.<br /><br />With that being said, I drove to the town of Milton, accompanied by my camera crewmen. Posing as disgruntled ex-IRS agent who was offering his services online to wealthy people who wanted some tax breaks, I lured an unsuspecting rich divorcee into my web of deception. The divorcee in question was Jennifer Tony. She was a gold-digging former model who married wealthy State Street executive Andy Tony a few years ago. Recently, she divorced him and took half of what he was worth. Can you believe that in this day and age some men are suckers enough to marry a woman without a prenuptial agreement? I know. Yes, this kind of man still exists in today's world, believe it or not. Anyway, Jennifer Tony got a pretty hefty divorce settlement. She won Andy Tony's Milton mansion, along with an addition million dollars. <br />Jennifer Tony and I went into another room in the house. There, she made her plea to me. She begged me not to destroy her life. I gave her a stern look and told her that I was a government agent, just doing my job. I grabbed her arm and told her I had to bring her. She pulled away from me, then touched me gently, winking while asking me if there was something she could do to alleviate her sentence. I looked at her and asked what she had in mind. She said she'd do anything I wanted. I looked at her lustfully. And you can guess what happened next.<br /><br />I unzipped my pants and out came my nine-inch, uncircumcised black dick. Jennifer Tony's eyes widened when she saw it. I ordered her to get down and show my dick some love. Jennifer got on her knees and took my dick in her mouth. She sucked my cock and balls. I smiled. This bitch was so damn gullible. Of course, I didn't tell her that. I think you can guess why this might be the worst possible moment to make such a statement. I relaxed and enjoyed myself as Jennifer Tony sucked my cock and balls. When I came, she drank my cum. Afterwards, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and asked me if I liked it. I told her I wanted more. She hesitated. I told her what I wanted. Sighing, she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks. Ready or not, here I come!<br /><br />I looked at Jennifer as she surrendered herself to me. Grinning, I pressed my cock against her backdoor and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, I went in. Jennifer wailed as I slammed my cock into her asshole. I didn't relent. Mercilessly I drilled my cock into her asshole. I fucked her like the white bitch she was. A lousy cunt who used her sex appeal to destroy the lives of men. I fucked her ass like anal sex was going out of style, delighting in her screams of pain. Until I came, flooding her asshole with my cum. Then I pulled out. Whimpering and humiliated, she got up. Then she asked me if I would drop charges and tell my fellow agents that it was all a misunderstanding. I laughed and told her the truth. Smile, bitch! You're on camera!<br /><br />Jennifer's scream of rage and frustration could be heard a mile away. She came after me, all tooth and claw. I laughed and dodged her blows, then my crewmen and I got out of there pronto. We had the footage of the entire thing on camera, and went back to the studio for some editing. A few days later, it aired on the Adult Entertainment Network. Poor Jennifer. She thought she was so smart. Her humiliation would be endless and my fun was just beginning. Man, I love my job!Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-12796745434395556082008-03-04T13:51:00.000-08:002008-03-04T13:55:59.903-08:00cuckold in the makingBy now I knew we were through with each other, our marriage relationship was finished but I expected Terry to remain faithful.<br /><br />I left work one Thursday arriving home to find my dear sweet husband's car in the driveway. What was he doing home so early? I was always the first one home. As quietly as possible I unlocked the front door and crept into our home. Every sense acute I was ready for anything. Just not for what I found.<br /><br />I closed the door and my heard a bed squeaking accompanied by a female voice, "...fuck me, YES, fuck me harder..."<br /><br />I do not remember any more as I rushed to our bedroom. Then I saw my husband. The image made an indelible mark in my memory.<br /><br />He was splayed on our bed, legs spread eagle. His hand rocketing up and down his hard cock eyes half closed and hips bucking up and down. I heard a hum and finally saw the ultimate perversion, a pink vibrator (mine!) protruding from his ass. Terry's moans barely audible over the porno playing on our television.<br /><br />He was oblivious to my presence and kept masturbating as I watched. I was angry beyond belief, "What the fuck?!?"<br /><br />Now he was aware of my presence.<br /><br />Terry's eyes opened wide in shock. At that moment his hard penis erupted in thick ropes of white cum. So intense was his orgasm the cum reached his face. As the sperm landed it made a line back towards his belly button. He dick was cumming but his eyes were scared.<br /><br />"Vanessa, wha... what are. I can explain, wait!"<br /><br />He called after me as I swiftly turned on my heels and walked out. Walked out of our room and our house. Tears in my eyes I stumbled to my car. Struggling for a moment to unlock the door I finally got in and sat down. I wiped my face and glanced to the front window. There stood Terry imploring me with words and gestures not to leave.<br /><br />I was devastated. How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me? I started the car and drove away without a destination in mind, just away from here.<br /><br />Hot tears stung my eyes as I tried to maintain control of the car. I was angry and had no idea what to do. What seemed like hours, but was only a few minutes, passed by before I decided to return home. Why should I leave? The bastard was cheating on me. HE should get out! Quickly I turned about, making my way back home.<br /><br />I approached the front door nervous again. Last time was a sight I would never forget. Suddenly the door opened, Terry was there now holding the screen door open for me to enter.<br /><br />"I am glad you came back. I was worried about you."<br /><br />I glared back. Worried about me eh? Not having a good enough time by yourself. Want me to join in? Maybe suck your cock as you fuck my vibrator?"<br /><br />"Baby, let me explain."<br /><br />My anger finally achieved rage, "Explain what? You have my fucking vibrator in your ass watching porn while you masturbate!"<br /><br />He just looked at his feet. That was all I needed.<br /><br />I walked past him to our room. I quickly opened my closet, grabbed a suitcase from the top shelf and started stuffing clothes into it. Not even caring what my hands touched I filled it and zipped it closed.<br /><br />I turned around looking him directly in the eyes, as cool as possible I sneered, "At least you are dressed now. I certainly enjoyed the show earlier."<br /><br />"Vanessa. I am sorry. I lost track of time..."<br /><br />I exploded, "LOST TRACK OF TIME!"<br /><br />From there I whirled into every angry and inadequate feeling I had ever experienced. It seemed every painful moment in my life was Terry's fault. I screamed, cursed and beat my fists against his chest. Terry stood there taking it all. Never flinching, never backing away. This only fed my anger. He was not even embarrassed. The asshole. The fucking asshole!<br /><br />Eventually I wore down. A long day of work combined with emotional upheaval finally gave way to physical exhaustion. Having run out accusations I looked for other avenues to humiliate him as he humiliated me, "So what gets you off? Watching some slut fuck. Some whore cream out? What is it?!?"<br /><br />He glanced at the DVD player and I knew I had him.<br /><br />"Let me see." I said as I walked to the DVD remote. Powering on the television I also started the DVD player. The title screen added to my shock. "White Chicks and Black Dicks"<br /><br />I watched the intro as a petite white girl leaned over a black guy sucking every inch of him while another black man ponded her doggy style from behind. The sounds of flesh pounding flesh was all I needed. The slut looked like she was in ecstasy. Moaning around the cock in her mouth she rocked back against the hard prick slicing into her pussy.<br /><br />Quickly the scene cut to another girl astride a monster black cock stretching her pink pussy wide. A close shot of her face showed her mouth open in a silent cry of pure enjoyment.<br /><br />A final cut showed the first white girl allowing the thick black cock to cum in her mouth and over her face. Either she was a great actor or she really enjoyed it. The screen faded to black before the title played again "White Chicks and Black Dicks"<br /><br />That was enough for me.<br /><br />"Glad to know what my LOVING husband wants."<br /><br />I could not say any more as I sobbed, realizing, that if he wanted black cock in a white woman, the I was a white woman and damn sure would get black cock in me and guess who would be cleaning it up and taking big black cock in his assTrainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-24665558571598328802008-03-04T13:45:00.000-08:002008-03-04T13:46:29.628-08:00Ginnger gets BBCand DP all in 1I arranged on Friday afternoon for my slut ginger to meet a friend of mine "Jae", who is a early 30s black guy, about 6'2, 190lbs, and a professional in sales. He has what he claims is a 9 inch by 7 inch around cock - and after seeing it in action today "up close and personal", so to speak, I don't doubt him.<br /><br />ginger and I met Jae at a sleazy motel on El Camino Real on the Peninsula. I told Jae ahead of time that she wanted to be treated like a whore. ginger and I were already in the room when Jae arrived. I had ginger sit in a chair against the wall, wearing her soft black leather miniskirt, thigh high black stockings, 5 inch black patent stiletto heels, and a white blouse that covered her half-cup bra.<br /><br />Jae walked in, and greeted us. I said - "Here's the whore I was telling you about - do you have the money?"<br /><br />Jae grinned and gave me 2 dollars into my hand, and went over to ginger. "Hey, are you for me?" and then kneeled in front of her, spread her legs, and started to lick her pussy.<br /><br />I came over and unbuttoned her blouse and started twisting her tits. "Do you like him, slut? Are you going to show him a good time - he paid a whole $2 for you." ginger moaned and squirmed, and pleaded with me to let her cum. When I finally did, she squirted all over the chair.<br /><br />I told Jae that we should get undressed, and put the slut on the bed to get fucked by his big cock. He pulled off his clothes, and stood in front of ginger, who was still sitting in the chair, and had her suck his cock.<br /><br />We put her on her stomach on the bed. Jae rolled on a condom, got behind her, and pulled her ass up in the air. She was dripping wet, and I grabbed his cock to place it at her entrance, and then put my hand underneath her to rub her clit.<br /><br />He began to push his cock in, and she started saying "It's so big... I don't know... Please slow down..."and finally "Yellow" – our code word for stopping what we are doing to give her a break.<br /><br />I told him to take it a bit slower, and then asked her if she was going to be a good slut and take his big black cock up her lily white pussy. She moaned, and asked him to "please fuck me – slowly".<br /><br />Jae began pushing in and out, slowly, and eventually worked his entire cock in to her. I told her she was a good slut, and gave her permission to cum. From that point on she was literally cumming almost non-stop, screaming for Jae to fuck her harder, telling us how great it felt, how she had never felt anything like that before.<br /><br />"You're a black cock slut now, baby" I said.<br /><br />I asked Jae to stop, and had him get on the bed on his back. I ordered ginger to get on top of him and to ride his cock. As she did this, Jae started twisting and playing with her nipples, and I greased up her ass. After working 3 fingers into her, I got behind her, pushed her head to Jae's chest, and slowly worked my cock into her ass – her first DP. I was moving in and out, Jae was basically holding his cock in her pussy, and when she came, she squirted so hard that she soaked both of us, and squeezed her pussy and ass muscles so hard she pushed both of us out of her holes.<br /><br />I got up, and told her to get off Jae, on her hands and knees, and told her it was time for he ass to be stretched by a big black cock. "I'm not sure if I can take it, Sir".<br /><br />"Sure you can, slut – Jae is going to turn you into a real ass whore." It took a few minutes, but Jae eventually got his cock in her ass, and started fucking her. I got under her on my back, and started licking her pussy, while ginger sucked my cock.<br /><br />After a while it got so intense for her that I had to take my cock out of her mouth because I was afraid she was going to bite it off. So, I got out from under her, and had her get on her back. Jae got between her legs as I held them up towards her head, and pushed his cock back into her ass. He began moving faster and faster, and ginger began moaning and begging "fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my ass hard".<br /><br />"Do you like it, baby? You're a real ass whore now. Next time I'll ask Jae to bring some of his friends – you have some friends that would like to fuck a cheating white wife, don't you Jae?"<br /><br />"Oh yeah, I've could bring at least 3 friends who'd love to fuck this tight pussy and ass." With that, ginger came again – this time squirting non-stop for at least 10 seconds all over Jae and the bed – and Jae grunted and came in his condom.<br /><br />ginger also wanted to see two guys play sexually. So, I got on my back, and had her suck my cock and lick my balls and ass. I called Jae over to the head of the bed, and started sucking his cock while ginger watched.<br /><br />ginger got so turned on she started playing with herself and moaning. She had wanted to try to be fucked while the man fucking her was getting fucked, so I told her to lube up my ass and stretch it out with her fingers.<br /><br />After she got three in and was fucking my ass, I pulled her down on her stomach and got behind her, and began fucking her pussy. Jae rolled on a condom, and got behind me and worked his huge cock into my ass. Once he was in, he began slamming into me, which pushed me into ginger. We did this for a few minutes, and then I leaned over and whispered in her ear "do you want to watch his big black cock go up my ass so you can see what it looked like while you got ass-fucked?" She came immediately, squirting all over the bed and me again.<br /><br />I pulled out, got on my back, and had Jae get between my legs. He slid his cock into my ass as ginger sucked my cock and played with my balls - watching his 9 inch cock ream my white ass. Jae held my legs up and fucked me while she sucked my cock, and then I pulled her over my face so I could lick her pussy while I was being fucked and she was sucking my cock. I swear she began to cum continuously, and squirted so much that I couldn't keep up drinking down her cum.<br /><br />I told Jae to "fuck my ass hard", and he began slamming into me as ginger was squirting all over my face. I started to cum into her mouth, and she took my first load, and then pulled off and let my cum shoot wildly all over her face.<br /><br />After Jae left to go back to work, ginger lay on her back on the bed, and I played with ginger's pussy, which was slick and dripping. "Guess where I have to go after this?" she said. "A Christian church weekend getaway for women."<br /><br />I laughed and said "I guess you'll have lots to ask for repentance for then, won't you!"Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-41271239995878024532008-02-25T00:41:00.000-08:002008-02-25T00:42:11.682-08:00Violets get opened upShe must have lost track of time because she didn't even notice the shadow over her until she heard a loud cough.<br /><br />"You need sunscreen on your back or you're going to be crispy like a chicken." Violet looked up and saw a very tall black man standing over her. He was smiling and holding a bottle of sunscreen.<br /><br />"Excuse me?" Violet sat up and felt the heat radiating from her back. She was indeed beginning to burn.<br /><br />"Your back is burning and since it looks like you're here alone, I am going to sacrifice myself and offer to put lotion on your back." He was still smiling as Violet scowled at him.<br /><br />"You always this cocky?"<br /><br />"Yes. I'm Malcolm by the way. I'm here alone as well, but I'll tell you that story over dinner tonight."<br /><br />Malcolm sat down and began to rub lotion on her back and arms. He was gentle and she liked the feel of his hands on her back. His hands were large and strong yet very soft. It was a strange combination, very different then Jeremy's hands that were always manicured and moisturized.<br /><br />"So are you going to tell me your name?"<br /><br />"I'm Violet. That feels nice." Violet tried not to enjoy the massage that Malcolm was giving her, but it was too late. She pouted a bit as he removed his hands.<br /><br />"So are we eating at the seafood restaurant or the Italian restaurant?"<br /><br />Malcolm settled himself on a lounge chair next to Violet and pulled out the local newspaper, he began reading, not really interested in her answer.<br /><br />"Who says I'm going out to dinner with you?"<br /><br />"I said so. Happy families surround us and both of us are alone. We should enjoy this time together."<br /><br />Violet rolled her eyes and muttered some words under her breath. She continued reading her novel and as the sun began to set, she started packing up her things.<br /><br />"I'll meet you outside the seafood restaurant at 6pm." Malcolm leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek and he was off, making his way to the other side of the resort. Violet just shook her head and walked towards her room. She thought about how forward this man had been, but she figured that it wasn't like he was paying for dinner and you only got to eat at that restaurant once a week so she might as well have a dining partner and not look so pathetic eating alone.<br /><br />At six o'clock, she stood at the entrance of the restaurant. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders and she was wearing a flowered sundress. She was wearing the same sandals as she did during the day and had a touch of makeup. She glanced around and saw Malcolm already at a table. She walked over and sat down.<br /><br />"Hi."<br /><br />"Well hello yourself. You look amazing tonight. I'm sorry I was so forward at the pool today. I have a thing for redheads." Malcolm grinned. He was wearing beige pants with a nice white shirt. He smelled of some manly cologne.<br /><br />"I'm not a redhead. It's strawberry blonde."<br /><br />"Stubborn I see. We'll get along well then."<br /><br />Violet giggled and the ice was broken. They chatted through dinner. Violet told him that she needed to get away for a while and needed a vacation alone. She left out the part of her fiancé leaving her at the altar, figuring she needed to keep her secrets. Malcolm had told her how he was in business for himself and had finally arranged for a holiday, the first in over five years. Violet had tried to figure out how old Malcolm was since he barely looked twenty-five and there were not many twenty year olds with their own business. On the other hand, she knew she looked much younger than thirty-five.<br /><br />"We should take a walk on the beach."<br /><br />Malcolm got up and led Violet towards the beach. He held her hand and she didn't protest. It felt comfortable and normal. She slipped off her sandals as they made their way onto the cold sand. The sun was almost setting and it cast a reddish glow over the water. They walked in silence until they were in front of the building where her room was.<br /><br />"Well, I had a nice time Malcolm. Thank you."<br /><br />"Oh no you don't. I'm a perfect gentleman. I am going to walk you to your room."<br /><br />Violet rolled her eyes and let him follow her to her room. Just as she was about to open the door and say her goodnights, he grabbed her and kissed her hard, pressing her against the door. She felt his hot lips against hers and moaned loudly. She dropped her purse and keys as her hands held his strong biceps. Malcolm's hands snaked through her hair and pulled her closer. He slid his tongue into her mouth and licked her tongue softly.<br /><br />"Dear God."<br /><br />Violet was panting hard and was sliding her hands all over his body. He pulled her head to the side by gripping her hair in one hand. He licked along her neck while his other hand pinched her left nipple.<br /><br />"You are so fucking gorgeous. You're lucky I didn't do this to you at the poolside."<br /><br />Violet's mind was foggy. She felt his teeth against her neck and was bracing herself against him since her knees were weak. If he had fucked her right here she wouldn't have protested. She was that horny. Malcolm nibbled his way down her cleavage and then up the other side to her left ear.<br /><br />"Tell me what you want."<br /><br />"You. Now."<br /><br />Malcolm grinned and pushed away from her. She was trembling from the reaction her body had to his and he saw how hard her nipples were poking through her dress.<br /><br />"Not on the first date. I'll save you a spot at the pool tomorrow."<br /><br />And with that, he was off down the hall. She took a deep breath and was so confused she couldn't take it. She bent down to grab her keys and purse and slammed the door shut. She stripped off her dress, put on a loose t-shirt, and climbed into bed. She lay there thinking how earlier today she thought he was an arrogant prick and now her body needed him so badly it hurt. She tossed and turned and finally fell asleep thinking of Malcolm.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-46599025647203602422008-02-23T10:43:00.000-08:002008-02-23T13:35:49.116-08:00Leslie takes BBCThe way Leslie was looking at me, I could tell that she was in the mood for more than just cigarettes.<br /><br />The sexual powers of the black man continue to thrill white women's dreams and make white men wake up in cold sweat. I looked at Leslie. I gave her the look. Both men and women understand that inimitable look. I wanted some of that and I was offering her a piece of my action. Leslie got it. I looked at this white chick. She was around five-foot-five, and probably weighing over two hundred pounds. She had red hair and green eyes. She wasn't pretty in the face but her body was thick, her breasts large and her ass was definitely plump. What can I say? I just love a fat ass! Would you believe that Leslie and I got down right then and there? Believe it, folks.<br /><br />Leslie and I ducked into a dark street, behind a pile of boxes, not far from South Station. I unzipped my pants and showed the plump white chick what I was working with. Nine inches of long and thick, black dick. I stroked my cock, and told her to show it some love. Once Leslie picked her jaw up from the floor, she got right down to business. She bent down and took my cock in her mouth. I thrust my cock into her mouth. I've had my cock sucked by white Males and white female. Hey, a good businessman doesn't discriminate, know what I'm saying?<br /><br />Leslie busied herself sucking my dick. That's what I like about white women. They all love to suck dick. Black women always like to pretend they don't enjoy sucking cock and that when you ask them, it's a great sacrifice for them to get down and please you. That's so frigging stupid. Must be why nobody seems to want to hook up with the black chicks no more. Today's black guys are either fucking white women or they're sleeping with other men on the side. Hell, sometimes they're doing both. Black chicks have a good reason to be frustrated. They're not getting enough dick. Oh, well. I suggest they invest in the dildo making industry.<br /><br />I rammed my cock down Leslie's throat. Now, she might be some hotshot white woman who thinks she owns the world just because she's white and female in a society that caters to her kind. Not so in this alley. In this dark alley, she's my bitch. She's sucking my dick. It didn't matter if she was some white trash broad living in the hood or a hotshot MBA holder working her way up the corporate ladder. She was in my power. Why? Because I'm the black man with the big dick, that's why!<br /><br />Leslie looked me in the eye while sucking my dick. I cannot tell you how annoying I find it when bitches do that. Yes, you're sucking my dick. Why are you looking at me? Do you want a medal or something? No way in hell are you getting one. The only thing you're getting is a blast of cum all over your damn face because I'm ready to frigging nut, you hear me? With those words in mind I came, shooting my hot manly cum all over Leslie's face. I roared victoriously. The black man cometh! I made Leslie clean me up. She did.<br /><br />Leslie told me she wanted to experience my big black dick inside her. I looked at her and shook my head. Females are always saying men see them as sexual objects. If you ask me, if they don't want to be seen as sexual objects, they should dress shabbily and stop showering for a few days. No way they'll be seen as sexual objects now! I told Leslie how I got down. I wasn't interested in fucking her pussy. I wanted her ass. She hesitated. I could see the wheels turning in her tiny little brain. Tick tock. She smiled at me and said okay. I grinned, and made her turn around. I took a look at Leslie's fat ass. Damn, this plump white chick had a booty! I couldn't wait to fuck it.<br /><br />I pulled down Leslie's pants, and was surprised to discover that she wasn't wearing any panties. What a slut. I liked it! I spread her plump white butt cheeks wide open, and slid my finger into her booty hole. I never stick my dick into any woman's holes without first inspecting them digitally. I read something about a diabolical device which women placed in their vaginas to ensnare men and hurt them in the worst way. That's why I check a woman's holes before going in. Leslie's ass was clean. I rubbed my cock and placed it against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went inside.<br /><br />Man, I've fucked many assholes before. I've lost count of how many white women I've bent over and stuffed like Christmas gift baskets. I love making white women squeal as I fill their assholes with my long and thick, black cock. Leslie was no exception. I dug my fingers into the tender flesh of her hips and shoved my cock into her asshole. From the initial penetration of her ass by my cock, I learned a lot about Leslie. She was no stranger to anal sex. Her asshole felt too supple. My cock fit comfortably inside. Oh, she was still tight, but comfortable. Otherwise she'd be screaming by now. I slammed my cock into the big white woman's booty hole, enjoying the feel of a tight asshole around my dick. White chicks can be so annoying and arrogant sometimes. They all need to get fucked in the ass. That's exactly what I did to Leslie. I clamped my hand over her mouth as I fucked her. I filled her ass with my cock. I fucked her until I came, flooding her asshole with my manly cum. Then, I pulled out and we both took time to recover. We readjusted our clothes. Afterwards, she went back to work with an extra bounce in her step.<br /><br />Did you just see that? Women are always saying that men are the ones always interested in sex. They claim women don't have random sexual encounters. Give me a frigging break. If women didn't have random sexual encounters, then who in hell are all these players, hunks and macho studs hooking up with at parties, clubs and in the workplace? They can't all be queer, can they? Nah. For every sexually adventurous man out there ready to spread the seed, there are five bitches ready to spread their legs. Believe that!<br /><br />I left downtown Boston and took the Red Line Train to Dorchester. I got off at the Ashmont Stop and stopped to look at all the construction being done. The city developers say that they're going to make the decrepit Ashmont Station look as neat and as modern as South Station. I wish them luck. Did they forget what part of the city Ashmont is in? Anyhow, I got to jet, family. It was fun getting my cock sucked by a rich white woman in a business suit downtown. I bet you she's going to have a hell of a time explaining all those cum stains on her shirt.<br /><br />That was pretty funny, right? This goes to show you that white women are as eager for sex as men are, if not more so. Life is business. Do what you got to do when dealing with them hussies but protect your body, your mind and your money from their tricks. Never put your trust in a female. I don't care if she's your mother, your sister, your daughter, your aunt, your grandmother or even your maid. That's the best advice I could give you. Men got impulses they can't control. White Women once they get turned out to BBC they don't give a fuck they just want what they need which is some hard black cock deep in them. That's the awful truth. Anyhow, see you later.<br /><br />Hey Trainner hope you will post this story and if you do hollar back at your dugTrainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-90776737945138703142008-02-22T15:47:00.000-08:002008-02-22T15:48:33.743-08:00Chastity 's lession continues IIIThe next couple times that Charity went to visit Jeremy he would either lay her down and fuck her with her legs spread -- sometimes wrapped around his waist, other times with one or both over his shoulders -- until he got her off, and then he'd cum in her mouth or on her tits. She didn't know why he liked to cum on her tits, but she liked to try and catch the spurts of white froth in her mouth, plus it saved her from having to wipe the sticky stuff off of her flesh. And every time he'd play with her asshole, pushing one and then two of his fat dark fingers into her back hole as he ate her out or she rode him. By now she was used to it when he would push his fingers into her tight ass, it even felt good to have that extra sensation of something opening up her tight little asshole.<br /><br />Still it made her a little nervous when she returned to the clearing and he wanted to do something new.<br /><br />"Get on all fours," he told her. Chastity did so, getting on her hands and knees and looking up at him expectantly. His cock was hard and ready, that thick black girth that she had come to adore so much... her mouth watered with the desire to suck on it. Instead, Jeremy walked around behind her... she trembled at his touch as his hands caressed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart so that he could look at her little asshole. Would today be the day that he put his big black cock up her ass?<br /><br />"Soon," he whispered, answering her question as his thumb circled around her asshole. Chastity moaned a little, pushing her ass at him...<br /><br />His hands began roaming over her back and her ass, squeezing at her flesh. Chastity moaned, especially when his hands came around to her front and began squeezing her breasts. Looking down she could see his dark hands kneading the tender mounds, playing with her nipples, and she shuddered with erotic pleasure at the sight of his dark skin pressing against her pale flesh. Jeremy pressed into her from behind, his dick rubbing along the length of her wet pussy, making her yearn for him to turn her over and spread her thighs open for him.<br /><br />Instead, he pulled one of his hands away from her breast in order to line himself up with her pussy, and he began to push into her from behind. Chastity gasped with this novel sensation as his dick rubbed the insides of her pussy in a completely new way. Jeremy pushed into her from behind, all the way until his groin met up with her ass cheeks, she could feel her ass pressing against his body and it made her moan and wiggle as she luxuriated in this new self-indulgence.<br /><br />Then he pulled out and slammed in again, taking her breath away and rocking her body... she found it required much more effort to keep herself up on her hands and knees than it did to lay on her back and spread her legs. It also bothered her that she couldn't see him fucking her now... but at the same time she really liked the way she felt completely in his control in this position. His hands moved around and started kneading her breasts again, making her moan as she pushed back against him.<br /><br />With every thrust, she could feel her elbows buckling a little more, and her wrists were starting to hurt and she didn't like how that distracted her from the pleasure she was getting from being fucked from behind. So she lowered herself to her elbows, which had the pleasant effect of making her ass high in the air while she was in a better position to be on the receiving end of Jeremy's thrusts.<br /><br />Liking her new position, Jeremy slid back, putting his hands on her hips so that he could admire the way his cock looked splitting open her pink pussy, little white girl on her knees and taking him from behind. Blonde hair spilled across the grass, Chastity moaned as she was impaled, again and again, and now he could see her ass cheeks shake with every thrust. Wetting his finger in his mouth, he pushed it against her asshole and was pleased to see that her body easily opened up and accepted it.<br /><br />Chastity's groans of pleasure got louder as he added a second finger, watching as his darkness took her in both holes at once. Big black cock splitting open her little pink pussy while his dark fingers disappeared between her ivory ass cheeks... it was a sight to take his breath away. And the next time he had her, he was gonna be taking that sweet ass.<br /><br />Pulling his fingers from that tempting hole, he used both his hands on her hips to pump her from behind even more powerfully, glorying in her cries of pleasure as he rode her. Chastity's ass in the air wiggled and she clenched as Jeremy plowed into her, her cheek rubbing against the soft grass of the clearing, nipples tickled by the greenery beneath her. She could see what they looked like in her mind, powerful attractive black man fucking the younger white girl from behind, on her hands and knees, being taken like a beast.<br /><br />Part of her wanted him to cum in her, to feel his dick spurting into her pussy, like horses or dogs when they bred would... but she knew that he wouldn't. She moaned at the thought though, rubbing her pussy and ass seductively against him as his fingers gripped her hips tightly. His thrusts were coming harder and faster, and even though she was more stable on her elbows, she could feel him pushing her forward.<br /><br />Reaching underneath her body, Jeremy sought out her clit with his fingers, and Chastity let out a cry of rapture as he began rubbing the engorged nub of pleasure. Her legs and arms trembled with the effort of holding herself up as ecstasy threatened to overcome her senses, and Jeremy continued to pound at her from the rear. As his fingers continued to rub she could feel the heady tingling rush of her orgasm over taking her, and she collapsed before him... he followed her down, his dick thrusting hard into her pussy and impaling her as she lay on the grass before him.<br /><br />She could feel him growing bigger inside of her ass she writhed with elated gratification, and her orgasm grew as she thought he might lose control, that his big black cock would spurt white cream into her pussy... but then he pulled out and left her empty, she could feel the sticky warmth spreading across her ass cheeks and back, and she rubbed the front of her pussy against the ground, letting her orgasm continue as Jeremy spurted over her backside.<br /><br />They both stayed in their respective positions, gasping... Chastity felt like her body was made of jelly, she felt so drained and shaky. Then she moaned a little as Jeremy's lips and tongue pressed against her asshole, teasing the sensitive nerves and making her body jerk.<br /><br />"Next time," he murmured.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-36151765369158492012008-02-22T15:46:00.000-08:002008-02-22T15:47:33.864-08:00Chastity 's lession continues IIChastity had returned to Jeremy the very next day, eager for her next lesson... and her hot little pussy was eager for some more of his black cock. To her delight, he'd had something new to show her immediately, stripping her down and laying her down in their clearing, instead of fucking her immediately he straddled her head with his large black thighs and lowered his mouth to her already wet pussy. Above her head his dick and balls bobbed like fruit, and she opened her mouth to smoothly receive the long dark snake between her pretty pink lips.<br /><br />"Mmmm..." she hummed along its length, feeling delirious with sexual fervor, not only was his dick pressing deep into her throat, but at the exact same time he was playing with her dripping pussy! It felt delicious... the way his tongue laved between her pussy lips, his fingers dipping into her juicy hole... she let out another moan, and her suction on his cock increased as he pushed a slick finger into her asshole.<br /><br />Jeremy grinned into the pink pussy as the little white girl squirmed underneath him, his dick buried in her mouth... he enjoyed looking at his dark finger pushing into her virgin asshole, burying itself between two pale white asscheeks. Damn she was a hot little bitch. Squirming underneath him, her mouth hungrily swallowed his dick as he licked around her pussy and asshole, fingers busy inside both of the tight orifices... he liked the way she wriggled whenever his tongue slid around her swollen clit.<br /><br />The way she was sucking on his cock was making him crazy, he could slide all the way down into her throat, feeling her lips almost touch his groin before her body would spasm beneath him, gagging on his length. Pulling her entire clit into his mouth, he gave it a quick suck, and could feel the vibrations along his cock as she cried out beneath him in pleasure. Then he pulled off of her and grinned at her astonished expression.<br /><br />"Come here and climb on honey," he told her as he lay on his back in the clearing, long dark cock sticking up in the air. Chastity's eyes got big and round as she realized that he wanted her to slide herself down that thick pole, somehow that was an idea much more daunting than having him in control.<br /><br />Gingerly she straddled his waist, her pale spread thighs looking very small next to his large, dark, muscular body. Putting both hands on his chest for balance, Chastity rubbed his cock-head along her pussy lips, Jeremy holding the monster shlong steady for her. It wasn't hard to find the hole, but she found that she was so tight – even though she was sopping wet – that it was kind of hard to push him in.<br /><br />"oooOOOOO" she groaned as she tried to sit down on his cock, shuddering at how big he felt... somehow she felt much smaller than when she'd been spread underneath him the day before.<br /><br />"It's sore," she whimpered, looking down at her "teacher".<br /><br />"Then let me help you," he said, grinned up at her. Letting go of his dick – with its head lodged inside her tight pussy it didn't really need the help right now anyway – he put both his large hands on her pale waist, and thrust upwards hard while pulling down on her hips. Chastity's eyes popped open as half his cock shoved inside of her, and she let out a little wail of pain and pleasure, her thighs automatically spreading even more to loosen herself up.<br /><br />Leaning forward, her hands fell to either side of his body as her soft breasts pressed against his chest, and she found herself looking straight at his dark shoulder with its darker black wiry hairs, while his cock continued to push its way into her body. Even though she was on top, she didn't feel in control at all at the moment. Jeremy lifted her up again and forced her back down, gravity helping as she slid further down his cock, her pussy opening up and stretching for the big log as her mouth made a perfect "o", back straining as her legs quivered.<br /><br />"That's it little white girl," Jeremy grinned as he lifted her again, her tight pussy pulling at him as she slid up, "Take my big black cock!" and he shoved Chastity down again, hips lifting up to push all the way into her tight, wet hole.<br /><br />She felt like a rag doll on top of him as he started thrusting in and out of her, the new position making his body rub against her swollen clit more than usual, and she found her hips moving back against him as he stretched her pussy over and over.<br /><br />"Good girl," he crooned into her blonde hair as Chastity pushed herself up a little, her pussy burning with raw need as she lifted herself a little and sank back down on his cock. It felt so big inside her, she imagined the big black thing pushing into her insides, all the way up into her belly, and she moaned as she ground down on it. Managing to push herself up onto her hands, breasts hanging seductively down over the man below, Chastity started riding him, moving slowly as he moved with her, getting used to the ache between her legs.<br /><br />Big black hands covered her breasts and started squeezing the pale flesh, pinching at her pink nipples, and she moaned and shuddered, her hips moving a little faster on top of him. Arching her back, Chastity thrust her breasts at him as she started to really move on top of him, her ass grinding down against him as he filled her pussy.<br /><br />"Oh god that feels good!" she cried out, her body really working now on top of him, humping him as she pushed his thick black dick in and out of her body, moving like the cock slut she was happily turning into. Chastity luxuriated in the feel of him moving in and out of her, in the fact that she was on top riding him, the way she could grind her hips against his body just the way that she liked it.<br /><br />Jeremy squeezed her bouncing breasts harder, feeling them jiggle against his hands as the young blonde bounced on top of him, impaling herself on his cock over and over again. Her moans filled the clearing, and every time he pinched her pink nipples between his fingers her pussy would clench down even tighter around him. Pushing up with his hips, he could feel his dick reaching into the deepest parts of her hungry cunt.<br /><br />Then he took control again. Reaching one arm around her, Jeremy pulled her forward so that she was propped up on her elbows, Chastity cried out with surprise and then moaned as this new angle really rubbed her clit perfectly. She pushed back against him, her breasts rubbing against his chest as she worked herself on his cock. Sliding his hand down her back and hip, Jeremy squeezed her asscheek and pulled at it a little, searching out her little asshole with his finger.<br /><br />Chastity gasped as his finger began to push into her tight little second hole, this was a completely new sensation! She was already filled to the brim with his cock, and now his finger was trying to fit into her asshole! It couldn't get in very far, but every time she pushed down on his cock she was pushing down on his finger too, she couldn't fuck him without having him invade her ass at the same time. But it didn't feel bad, in fact mostly it felt good; the way she felt all stretched and stuffed, and she could feel the now familiar tingling between her thighs that she knew would bring her absolute bliss.<br /><br />"Oh yes Jeremy," she moaned as his finger wormed its way further into her ass, his cock stuffing her pussy with every thrust, "Oh Jeremy... oh fuck me!"<br /><br />Her teeth bit into his shoulder as she tried to muffle her scream of passion, pleasure shooting through her thighs and groin, tingling through her ass all the way to her erect nipples as they rubbed against his chest. Jeremy bucked beneath her, embedding his cock into her grasping pussy, groaning with the need to fill her with his cum...<br /><br />Chastity found herself on her back again, Jeremy fisting his cock hard and fast as cum started to spurt onto her belly and breasts. Somehow that bothered her, and she sat up, opening her mouth and took the head of his dick in her mouth, sucking the white froth from him. Her own hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit furiously as she rode the last of her orgasm, shuddering with pleasure as she swallowed his load. Groaning, Jeremy's hands pushed on the back of her head, sliding his cock all the way into her throat as he bucked in the throes of his own orgasm.<br /><br />Still sucking, Chastity's fingers slowed between her thighs and she could see and feel Jeremy relaxing in front of her, his fingers letting go their grip on her hair and stroking the blonde strands gently.<br /><br />Looking down at her as she still tongued his softening dick he smiled and said, "Good girl... you're learning fast."<br /><br />Thrilled with the praise, Chastity glowed up at him, and didn't release his cock from between her lips until he pulled it out himself.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-87799492004658122372008-02-22T15:40:00.000-08:002008-02-22T15:45:50.629-08:00Chastity 's lession continuesA few days after her first 'lesson' with Jeremy, Chastity was back in the same clearing on her knees, only this time she was completely naked. Her mouth was eager on his long black cock, licking and sucking... this time he was letting her be more exploratory, not just swallowing him, but licking along the shaft and kissing his tip before wrapping her pink lips and trying to swallow him to the base. Chastity shivered as his large black hands squeezed her pale breasts, tweaking her already erect nipples. Juices were already dripping from her pussy, she was so horny and turned on.<br /><br />The past few days her mind had been overtaken by fantasies of Jeremy, the way he'd pleasured her with his tongue and finger... she'd tried using her own fingers, but it just hadn't felt the same and she'd given up. Mostly all she'd managed to do was frustrate herself more... and now here she was, on her knees, salivating over his big black cock, and hoping that he'd return the favor.<br /><br />Looking up at him with her big blue eyes, she tossed her blonde hair back from her shoulders and fisted his cock with her hand, moving it gently and slowly back and forth as she asked, "Lick me, Jeremy? Please?"<br /><br />"Well that wouldn't really be teaching you anything, now would it," Jeremy said, smiling, "We did that last time."<br /><br />"We did this last time too," Chastity pouted, her tongue flicking out to lick the head of his cock as if to prove her point.<br /><br />Jeremy had to laugh, "Well that's true enough." Thinking it over as she continued to lick around the sensitive head, he thrust his hips forward a little, "Alright, I'll lick you and we'll do something new at the same time."<br /><br />Chastity was excited as he lay her back, this time his big black hands rested on the backs of her thighs and pushed them up towards her chest, effectively folding her in half and spreading her pretty pink pussy for him. She moaned as his tongue slid up the center of her folds, teasing her clit before moving back into the center of her juicy wetness. His hands were so erotic looking, black darkness against her pale skin, holding down her thighs, keeping them spread for him. Moving her own hands, she put one on top of his and the other on top of his head, rubbing his hair as he licked and nibbled at her open pussy.<br /><br />Then his tongue began to move lower and she gasped, "Jeremy! That's not where you're supposed to be licking!"<br /><br />His tongue flicked against her sensitive crinkled asshole and he told her, "This is part of the lesson Chastity, and I'm going to be doing plenty of other things to your sexy little ass, so just enjoy it."<br /><br />She felt distinctly uncomfortable, but also aroused as he licked her asshole the same way he would her pussy. Then his hand moved hers from on top of his to holding her own thigh up, and his fingers trailed down to her pussy hole... he began to push his finger inside of her as he licked at her asshole, and Chastity found herself moaning and pulling her thigh back even farther to allow him better access. It was a good position for Jeremy too as he could tongue her ass while watching his dark finger slide between her pink pussy lips, thinking about how much fun he was going to have with her.<br /><br />Moving her other hand from on top of her head to her other thigh, Jeremy gave Chastity complete control over how much she was spread. Then he took the finger that had been in her pussy, all coated and lubricated with her juices, and began to press it against her tight little asshole as he pushed a finger from his other hand into her pussy. She shuddered and moaned as he invaded her ass, all the while his other finger fucking her pussy.<br /><br />"Oh Jeremy," she squirmed, "It hurts... take it out!"<br /><br />Her asshole tightened down on his invading digit, not even halfway in, and he crooned, "Just relax and it'll start to feel better... here, I'll help you."<br /><br />And with that, he added a second finger to her pussy, stretching her out there too. Chastity gasped, her hips moving up and down... it felt strange but good to be filled up like that, and she knew that eventually he was going to put his cock into her pussy, and his cock was much bigger than his fingers. She wondered if he was planning on putting his cock into her little asshole too, and she shivered with the thought. His finger there was still uncomfortable, but at the same time starting to feel kind of good, and she thought that she must be a very naughty girl.<br /><br />Squirming on his fingers, Chastity could feel her insides starting to tingle again as he pushed his fingers in and out of her, watching her with eager dark eyes as she moaned and writhed for him, her hands keep her thighs splayed. Leaning forward, Jeremy caught a little pink nipple in his mouth and bit down, making Chastity arch.<br /><br />"OhhhhhhHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" she cried out as she began to cum, his fingers pumping in and out of her, thumb rubbing against her clit as it swelled up... his teeth bit down harder on her tender nipple and she shook with the force of her ecstasy. Moving her hips, she rode the sensations, her ass and pussy tightening over his fingers... in fact, she was pretty sure that having his finger in her ass just made everything more intense.<br /><br />"Good little white girl," Jeremy murmured as he pulled his fingers from her holes, Chastity moaned and let her legs drop, but he caught them on their way down, spreading her thighs wide as he lined his cock up with her pussy.<br /><br />"Oooooo," Chastity whimpered as his big black cock began to split her open.<br /><br />Jeremy stared, entranced at the way her little pink pussy was swallowing his snake, the way his darkness looked as it entered her body, "Well ain't that pretty..."<br /><br />Putting his hands on her thighs, Jeremy kept pushing until his entire cock was buried to the hilt in her virgin pussy, Chastity's eyes were closed and tears leaked from the edges... it hurt, but it felt good too, much more stretched than his fingers had made her. It felt huge and tight inside of her, and she pictured his long hard blackness impaling her body in her head... her pussy was already sensitive and it felt incredible as his groin touched hers and rubbed against her pussy lips.<br /><br />Then he began to thrust, and Chastity cried out with the rapturous torment, the way it hurt and stretched her over and over, while at the same time felt gloriously gratifying... to be filled, over and over again. Her eyes popped open as he leaned forward and she wrapped her pale arms around his dark shoulders, pulling him closer as he heaved energetically, hips thrusting as their lips came together.<br /><br />Chastity shuddered and cried as she gave up her virginity to his assault, her hips lifting to meet his, impaling herself upon his black cock. It was agony and elation all wrapped together, the stretching of her body to receive him and the euphoric feeling of being taken. Jeremy's arms wrapped around her body, squashing her breasts against his muscles as he bucked and thrust, steady strokes that rekindled the fires in her loins which had barely begun to dwindle.<br /><br />She mewed and whimpered in his arms, shuddering beneath him as her nails dug into his back. Jeremy could feel her already tight pussy convulsing against him, tightening even more and massaging his cock, and he groaned, gritting his teeth and shoving hard into her, rubbing his crotch against hers. Chastity squealed as his body pushed against her clit, making the little nub tingle and then explode, her back arched as she came, and Jeremy shoved all the way deep inside of her.<br /><br />Chastity thought she might faint with the rapture of it, ecstasy seeming to spill into her body, and then suddenly she was empty and hot wetness was spurting over her pale stomach. She opened her eyes, shuddering with the last remnants of her gratification, to see Jeremy fisting his cock and taking his, white froth spraying from his cock onto her breasts and stomach.<br /><br />Staring at it for a moment, Chastity watched as Jeremy sighed, and the formidable black cock began to shrink.<br /><br />Grinning, Jeremy began to put on his pants as he told her, "Better get up to the house and wash yourself off before your Daddy gets home, little white girl."<br /><br />Gasping, Chastity jumped up and tried to look at the sun through the shade, seeing that quite some time had passed since her Daddy had gone out. She wiped Jeremy's cum off of her stomach with her blouse, since it was white, before putting it and her skirt on and running back up to the house, leaving Jeremy far behind. Arriving, she found she was perfectly safe, and she heaved a sigh of relief. Neither she or Jeremy would be getting in trouble... humming happily, she let her mind wander over her latest lesson as she headed to take a bath.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-44374685526564902242008-02-22T15:32:00.000-08:002008-02-22T15:38:15.871-08:00Fantasy lived outhey were married for what seemed like forever, actually 11 years this week. As an anniversary present Dave had arranged for a special surprise, one they had each fantasized about for years, but never shared with each other.<br /><br />This day their time at the gym had been a bit different. While Linda was lifting some small dumbbells a trainer was watching her. She had noticed him looking but tried to act as if she hadn't. After a few minutes of watching the trainer approached her and began to talk to her about the way she was using the weights. He offered her a few suggestions regarding her technique, and explained that these minor changes would have a huge effect on her muscle groups. Then he did something that sent shivers through her body. He touched her on the under side of her arms and asked if she could feel the muscles there being worked. She was mesmerized by his touch, the thought of this big strong black man touching her made her tingle all over, and she liked it. He showed her a few more exercises and each time he would touch her with the excuse of showing her the muscles that were supposed to be worked. The feelings rushing through her body were intense and she felt herself burning inside with a desire to be with this man.<br /><br />This situation hadn't gone unnoticed by Dave, but he waited quite a while before moving over to where they were. He was enjoying watching his wife interact with this man, the color of his skin against hers was a tremendous turn on. Dave secretly hoped there could be more, much more. He had fantasized for a long time about watching his hot little wife being penetrated by another man. But not just any man, a stud. And this man fit the bill to a tee. He was built like a Greek God, features and muscles chiseled like a fine statue. The color of his skin was like milk chocolate and he looked delicious. The contrast of his large dark body standing over Linda's small fair skinned frame was an erotic masterpiece.<br /><br />As Dave approached them, they both smile awkwardly, like 2 school kids caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Linda introduced her new friend Keon as one of the trainers from the gym who was kind enough to give her a few pointers. Dave shook Keons hand and was impressed by his firm grip and smooth skin. Keon asked if Linda would like to take a few training sessions at no cost to them. He explained that once in a while he did some training at no charge for select clients that he thought would benefit from them. After some brief small talk Linda took him up on his offer and made plans to come back the next day.<br /><br /><br />The next day couldn't come fast enough for either of them. Dave watched as his sweet little white wife of 11 years got ready for her time with Keon at the gym. He had to leave for work, Dave left for work and Linda left for the gym and Keon.<br /><br />When she got to the gym Keon was waiting, she was instantly hot inside and could feel her skin getting flushed. She hoped he would touch her again while he was training her. Today he began by helping her onto the chin up bar, he lifted her by the waist until she grabbed the bar. His touch was making it hard to concentrate. Next he had her laying on her back on the bench and lifting a barbell. As he spotted her she could look up the leg of his shorts, the sight of his black cock made her too weak to continue. He had no underwear on, and liked showing this hot little white married woman his cock and balls. He asked her if she was enjoying herself, she couldn't even speak, she just shook her head yes.<br /><br />Next he took her to a private area of the gym. There was workout equipment, a sauna, shower, couches, a massage table and a desk. She knew now that this is where the real training would be done. Keon sat at the desk and dialed the phone, he asked the person on the other end of the phone if "it" was still ok to move forward, and Linda wondered who he was talking to. Then Keon handed the phone to Linda, the voice on the phone was Dave's, and what he said next sent her reeling. HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABE, Enjoy yourself!!. Those words rang in her ears, she asked him if he was serious, and also realized that this was all a set up. She handed the phone back to Keon and entered his world dizzy with lust.<br /><br />He motion her to the couch where he sat down. He had her kneel on the floor in front of him, and bent over to kiss her full on the lips. She loved the feeling of his hot tongue in her mouth. She wanted more of him, and she was going to get it.<br /><br />For years she had fantasized about being with a black man, and now it was coming to fruition, and the urgency she felt in her loins as he gently kissed and caressed her was making her very wet!!!<br /><br />He continued to kiss her while his hand moved towards her pussy. What's going on in here? he asked, while slipping a finger into her panties. She was screaming inside for him to put his luscious black fingers into her hot pussy. She trembled and began to come uncontrollably. You want to be my little white married slut don't you? She couldn't speak, but nodded her head while gazing into his eyes.<br /><br />She found herself rubbing his cock through his shorts, and couldn't resist the urge to get his cock out so she could see it. He stood and took his shorts down revealing a sight that had her drooling, she had heard black men were big but damn that thing made her husband dick look like a play toy for children this was a man cock and she was about to service it happly. He commanded her to "get to sucking it bitch", and she did. She loved being controlled by her big black stud, and knew she was to become his. She was sucking his cock, licking up and down the shaft, and then she worshipped his big black balls. The smell and taste was intoxicating, she couldn't get enough. He could tell by the way she moaned while blowing him that she loved his cock. He asked her if she wanted to taste his cum, and she moaned yes. He commanded her to beg for it and she did. She spoke "Oh baby, I love the taste of your big black cock and balls' "please come in my mouth, I want to taste your juices on my toungue". When he unloaded his come in her mouth she sucked hard and swallowed, it made her come. She fell back on the floor and quivered in front of her new black master.<br /><br />He lifted her to the massage table and laid her on her belly. Pulling her to the edge of the table he sat in a chair and buried his face in her sweet pussy. Linda began to shiver and come again all over his tongue. The pleasure she was getting from Keon was unlike any she had ever experienced before. The thought of having her pussy devoured by this strong black sex master made her orgasms intense. He continued to lick her like the superb lover that he was, alternating between her pussy lips and her delicious ass. Like a man possessed he attacked her ass with his mouth and she was reacting by uncontrollably bucking and coming in waves.<br /><br />He spoke... "Your little white ass taste so fucking good" "You like this don't you?" her reply was to begin to squeal "I Love what you do to me" "Your fuckin nasty black tongue is incredible" "You like eating my ass baby?" Keon moaned "Ung huh" "I Love this little white ass". After her next wave of orgasms, she was exhausted from his oral lovemaking.<br /><br />She was overcome with a desire to lay between his legs and devour his cock and balls. She wanted to taste ALL of him again, she made her way off the table and onto the floor under him. Now that he had her in his world she was beginning to truly yearn to serve her black lover. She wanted to give pleasure to him, make him want her love, make him know her love for his cock. She craved the feel of his cock on her face, in her hands, in her mouth. She was his to use, born for his pleasure, a true black cock loving married white whore.<br /><br />For the next 20 minutes he taught her how to love his black cock. She learned his inner most desires, he taught her to respond to his masculine voice, like a slave to her master. He had her beg for his cock, he would hold it inches from her mouth and make her beg, she was allowed to caress his inner thighs while being kept from touching what she had grown to desire, the taste and feel of his black manhood. Every nerve in her body was tingling, her body trembled with lust and nasty uninhibited desires. In this short time she had become his little whit sex slave and she knew he would control her sex from now on. And she hadn't even had his huge dick inside her yet.<br /><br />After lavishing his cock and balls with a bath of saliva, love and hot moaning lust she was swallowing his come again. Nothing had ever made her feel this way inside, she was surely changed forever.<br /><br />He made her dress for home. She wanted to stay but knew that obeying her master was the only way. They kissed goodbye, and she was off for the house.<br /><br />She slept most of the rest of the afternoon, until Dave arrived home. He had been thinking about her training session all day, his cock had been so hard for so long, it ached. She greeted him with a deep kiss and hug. He could smell the sex all over her, it was intoxicating to him. He made her tell him what had happened, had she enjoyed the anniversary present? She explained in detail the feelings she experienced while with Keon that morning, and Dave could tell that she was in love with Keons cock from her description of the day.<br /><br />That night she wouldn't let Dave have her pussy as she had been ordered by Keon to anticipate her first penetration by his cock. The next day was to bring many more first...Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-78668822209861455232008-02-09T23:35:00.000-08:002008-02-09T23:47:07.249-08:00Mr. Jansen's black cock was my first black cockAlthough Jackie was masturbating almost daily using the washing machine, she found herself just getting more and more horny. Sometimes, as she ground her clit against the chugging machine, she would remember her gang-rape, and those were the times that she always came the hardest.<br /><br />When school started up again, her hormones took an especially hard hit because she was finishing up her last year of high school. Really, according to her age, she should have already graduated, but she'd been held back a year when her father had first moved to the area. Now she was stuck going to school every day, for most of the day, with an itching in her pussy that was hard to ignore. By the time she got home, her father was often there, and she still hadn't managed to figure out how to get off by herself... she resorted to humping her pillow every night, hoping to stimulate her eager pussy enough to get herself off. Sometimes it worked.<br /><br />During school hours, she started to have disturbing fantasies that would keep her wet all day. Fantasies about her teachers, fantasies about the boys in her class... gym class was always hard because the football team was practicing in the next field over. Looking at all those sweating, hulking boys she was forcibly reminded of her gang-bang. Every day, by the time she got home, she had to change her underwear because it was soaked through.<br /><br />Her grades started to suffer because of her distraction during classes, she just couldn't stop thinking about sex. Finally, angry, her dad made her go request a tutor. Now she was even more sexually frustrated because she never made it home before her father, because she always had to study after school with her tutor... a nerdy guy named Ned who was having a hard time believing that he was lucky enough to spend so much time with a gorgeous bombshell like Jackie.<br /><br />Then, one day, Jackie got a stroke of good fortune that rarely happens. As she was walking out of the school, done with her tutoring session for the day and her pussy clamoring for attention, she heard a moan coming from a slightly ajar door. Surprised, she looked over to see the office door of her history teacher, a gorgeous black man that all the girls had a crush on... Mr. Jansen. Another moan, low and masculine, came from the office and her pussy throbbed in response.<br /><br />Stepping forward, slowly and warily, she peeked through the slight opening.<br /><br />What she saw both shocked and aroused her. Mr. Jansen was playing with himself, a long black dick hanging out of his pants while his hand moved up and down it. Jackie was absolutely entranced, it was the first black dick that she'd ever seen certainly not her last... damn there was truly a big difference in a white one and this big fucking black cock but exotic in its dark color. Suddenly she wondered what it would look like going inside of her pink, wet pussy, black hands squeezing her tingling breasts and nipples... Her mouth was dry with lust and before she realized what she was doing, she had pushed open the door and walked straight into the office, heading for her sexy teacher.<br /><br />Mr. Jansen was taken completely by surprise, fumbling as the vivid fantasy in his head of a young faceless schoolgirl materialized into the reality of a young gorgeous schoolgirl who had caught him masturbating. However, he didn't have time to come completely back to his senses before Jackie practically threw herself to her knees in front of him and slid her lips over the head of his 12inch black dick, vibrating with excitement.<br /><br />"Oh God..." he moaned, his hands trying to both push her away and pull her sweet mouth further down on him at the same time, "Stop Jackie, I'm your teacher, I can't..."<br /><br />Jackie barely heard him, the fire in her pussy had ignited with the first taste of male meat between her lips. She pushed her lips further and further down his 12 inch black cock, frantically trying to swallow him,but that would come later after much practice there were other holes that it could be filling at least one of her holes. Although his dick had softened fractionally when he'd realized he'd been caught, with her eager mouth suckling at him he quickly hardened back to his full length.<br /><br />Almost crazed by pent up sexual frustration, Jackie pulled her mouth from him and climbed onto his lap, almost ripping off her panties herself as she tried to kiss him.<br /><br />"STOP!" Mr. Jansen pushed at her frantically, only to realize that his hands were pushing against her soft full breasts, "Oh God..."<br /><br />"Please," Jackie begged, barely realizing that she was talking. She could feel the head of his thick dick nudging against her soaking pussy lips, "Oh please fuck me..." Just then his dick found her hole, and she gasped as she was split open for the first time in life by something so big in something so small and tight, the intense painful pleasure of being stretched making her back arch forward and her breasts thrust out.<br /><br />Whatever control Mr. Jansen had been clinging to was lost as half his dick was engulfed in her tight hot pink pussy, trembling around him wet and elastic. Jackie cried out with excitement as he stood, his dick sliding all the way into her as he lay her on his desk, her legs splayed around his dark hips.<br /><br />Buttons popped as Mr. Jansen ripped open her shirt and bra, white creamy breasts spilling out which he cupped with his dark hands, thumbing the erect nipples. Looking down at her body with hazy lust-filled eyes, Jackie was incredibly turned on by their difference in skin color. His ebony hands holding her breasts, darkness thrusting between her thighs, disappearing into her body.<br /><br />With a moan she thrust her breasts up, and practically screamed with pleasure as his lips closed around one nipple. Electric waves of sexual pleasure were spilling all over her, pent-up frustration making her tighten around his thrusting cock with trembling pleasure. This little white bitch was coming, but nothing like she had experience before this was coming deep and with no end in sight.<br /><br />The little white girl writhed underneath him, seeming the fulfillment of all his fantasies. Mr. Jansen fucked her hard and long, giving in to his basest instincts and ignoring the warning bells in his head. Throwing her legs over his shoulders, he bent the flexible girl in two as he ravished her pussy, shoving deep into its tight sheath while she humped back frantically.<br /><br />Jackie pinched her own nipples viciously as she started to cum again and again every sensation just adding to the incredible orgasms that had taken over every part of her. Mr. Jansen just kept thrusting and thrusting, bruising her poor pussy, smashing her sensitive clit as she reached one orgasm after another my god is this what fucking black cock is like then consider her a slut for black cock. Finally, as she felt like she might pass out from the pleasure, he thrust hard one last time, bruising her hips as they were banged against the desk, and she could feel him pulsing inside her. Darkness shoving white froth into her body, his face exhilarated and his hands gripping her pale breasts.<br /><br />Shuddering, she let her legs drop as he fell on top of her, pale hands running up and down the dark skin of his back. Slowly his dick began to shrink inside of her, and for the first time Jackie was feeling sexually satisfied.<br /><br />Then Mr. Jansen pulled away and fell back into his seat, stunned as the possible repercussions of what he had just done hit him. Looking to the right, he saw that Jackie had left the office door open... but surely if anyone had heard they would have come in and stopped it.<br /><br />Lucky... so very lucky. And undeserved.<br /><br />He moaned with half-hearted protest as Jackie knelt in front of him again, "Let me clean you off Mr. Jansen..."<br /><br />Her eager pink tongue licked around his black thighs and balls, her mouth gliding over his half hard dick. Every drop of their sexual activities was licked up, filling her mouth with the taste of sex. Although Jackie was trying to get him up again, her efforts were unsuccessful. In fact, just as he was starting to feel the whispers of lust again, he finally broke through his shock and successfully pushed her away.<br /><br />"Get dressed," he said, "fix your clothes..." and he looked guiltily at the buttons which had flown all over the floor when he'd pulled open her shirt, "I'll... I'll drive you home. So that you aren't late."<br /><br />Confused at his reaction, but willing to do what he said - after all, he'd been the first man to satisfy her like this - Jackie obeyed.<br /><br />That night she went to bed satisfied... happy. But by the time she woke up again, her pussy was itching. Jackie wanted more.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-82701358868278520642008-02-09T23:32:00.001-08:002008-02-10T00:08:09.674-08:00Mr. Jansen's officeHer first day back at school, she ended up in Mr. Jansen's office again, smiling at the gorgeous black teacher. Although he'd taken a few days off, and had been rather relieved that she'd been sick, he couldn't help but become aroused as soon as Jackie walked in his door. The image of her riding his black cock swimming in his mind as she shut the office door, despite the fact that they were almost assuredly alone at the empty building.<br /><br />He didn't say any word, letting her make the first move. Jackie looked him over for a minute, and then quickly stripped, watching the bulge grow in his pants as each item of clothing was removed. Walking over seductively, she spread her legs over his lap and leaned forward to kiss him. Mr. Jansen's dark hands rubbed over her creamy skin, one planted on the small of her back and the other engulfing her breast.<br /><br />Jackie was delighted to find that he didn't seem to want to fight her at all.<br /><br />In fact, within a few minutes, she was on her knees in front of him, trying to fit all of his big black snake down her throat. Mr. Jansen watched her pretty pink lips as they slid up and down his length, her pale hand wrapped around the base of his cock. Every time she went down she managed to swallow more of him. Most of his guilt about fucking a student was gone... obviously Jackie was just a slut who needed it. And she was legal... he wasn't changing grades for her... why not just enjoy it?<br /><br />Jackie worked and worked at it, but she couldn't manage to fit all of him in her mouth. Most of him, but not all of him. Gasping for air, she finally gave up... she was horny and she wanted him somewhere else.<br /><br />Standing up, she leaned over his desk and spread her thighs, looking over her shoulder as she panted, "Come on Mr. Jansen, fuck me... oh god fuck me please!"<br /><br />Immediately he lined up behind her, pushing his dick into her tight pussy. Both of them moaned as his long dark cock began to disappear into her pinkness, his hand looking deepest black against her creamy ass cheek. Jackie moaned as she pushed back against him, trying to shove more of him into her faster, wanting to feel him stabbing deep into her body. Mr. Janson reached around to grab her hanging breasts, squeezing them roughly as he pulled her against him, shoving his dick all the way into her ready pussy.<br /><br />Jackie whimpered and humped as he began to fuck her, it hurt but it felt soooo good too. She probably hadn't been quite ready to have sex again, but she really didn't care. Looking down the front of her body, she could see her pale breasts spilling out from between his dark fingers, his black balls slapping forward every time his cock disappeared into her. It was incredibly erotic, the way his skin contrasted with hers, and in her mind she could see his dick against the pink wetness of her pussy.<br /><br />Mr. Jansen didn't have to imagine it, in fact, as she started to writhe in front of him, her orgasm building, he stood straight up and held onto her hips, thrusting into her like a bull. His black dick looked fantastic, slick and slimy as it slid in and out between her pink lips. Between her creamy ass cheeks her asshole was blinking, pink and still a little swollen. Staring at it, above his thrusting dick, he realized that Jackie was no anal virgin.<br /><br />The little slut... he pressed a black thumb into her ass, his hand splayed against her pale cheek, and Jackie groaned with delight. His thrusts increased, really pounding her against desk, and her breasts flopped and jiggled beneath her. As Jackie began to cry out her climax, Mr. Jansen pulled his thumb from her ass, and then swiftly pulled out of her spasming pussy and jammed himself into her tight ass.<br /><br />It didn't go all the way in, and Jackie screamed with ecstacy as the pleasure and the pain mingled, taking over her senses. Writhing in front of him, her arms collapsed on the desk, her breasts pressed against the wood as Mr. Jansen shoved the rest of his black dick up her tight ass, stretching her anal cavity more than it ever had been. Her ass clenched down on him as she came, and he pumped in and out of her ass several times, really hard bruising thrusts as he ravaged the slut.<br /><br />Jackie moaned and clutched at the desk, her first orgasm subsiding as he stretched out her back hole. As he continued to sodomize her, riding her ass, another orgasm, even more earth-shattering than the first, began to grow inside her. Finally her gorgeous black teacher was taking what he wanted from her body, he was using her... and she was loving every minute of it, wanting to feel more of him inside her ass. Gripping him with her muscles, she tried to hold him inside of her, pleasuring him with the interior of her tight hole.<br /><br />Gripping her shoulders, he slammed into her with one last thrust, burying himself entirely in her ass, as deep as he could get. Jackie screamed in pain as the last of her orgasm took her away in ecstatic passion, completely lost in her own climax as her ass was filled with cum.<br /><br />Mr. Jansen collapsed on top of her, his dick slowly shrinking inside her filled ass. He was completely aware that the girl beneath him was a student, barely legal, and also a complete and total slut. She'd cum hard when he'd filled her ass with his spunk, enjoyed every moment of fucking her teacher and being sodomized by him. Part of him wished that he could harden again, swell to his full length and spend a good amount of time fucking her tight ass, punishing her for what she was doing to him...<br /><br />But the best he got, as he held himself inside her body, was half-hard. With a sigh, he decided to let her go. Slut like that, she'd probably be back. Before leaving the room Mr. Jansen's told her to take those panties off and not dawn his office again with panties. That each day she would report to his office sometimes she might be required to stay after school and some days come early to school but they would not meet again in the middle of the school day. Jackie smiled and said so that means you want me back here in your office at the end of the day, she smiled with a wicked look and stuck her finger up her ass and catch some of the hot black cock cum running out of her well fuck young white ass<br /><br />************************<br /><br />Jackie's pussy and ass were sore now, but she was happy too. Satisfied till later when she would be letting Mr. Jansen use her as the true cum slut she was born to be... For now she was content with the fact she could feel Mr. Jansen's cum dripping from her back door... It had been fantastic.<br /><br />Looking at her watch she realized that she was late to meet Gloria. When she'd been faking sick her father hadn't let her out to visit her best friend, and so Gloria still hadn't heard about all the wonderful black cock sex adventures that she'd been having! And she knew that Gloria was very eager to hear EVERYTHING. What a surprise her friend was going to have when she found out that Jackie had just had another escapade with black cock before coming to visit her!Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-49398711920404864482008-02-09T23:21:00.000-08:002008-02-09T23:26:28.948-08:00Chastity first lesson but not her lastFeeling incredibly naughty Chastity hurried to the gardens, to Jeremy.<br /><br />He smiled when he saw her coming, breasts bouncing, skin pale in the sun, long legs stretching out of a much shorter skirt than usual. It wasn't that her parents were bad to him, or anyone else who worked there, but you could tell that they thought they were better than everyone else. He enjoyed the fact that their daughter found him so fascinating, plus she was just a hot little piece of ass.<br /><br />"Good afternoon Jeremy," Chastity said, slowing down and breathing heavily as she stepped up to him. Tossing her blonde hair back she made sure to stick out her chest at him, enjoying the way his white teeth gleamed against his very dark skin as he smiled. Today he was shirtless and sweaty, his muscles gleaming darkly against the greenery. Chastity knew she was aroused, and she desperately wanted to do something about it.<br /><br />"Good afternoon Chastity," his deep voice seemed to caress her insides in an intimate way, "Out for a walk?"<br /><br />"Actually, I was out looking for a teacher," she said, rubbing her hands against her skirt, feeling nervous.<br /><br />"A teacher?" he asked sounding amused, "Didn't your parents get you all those fancy teachers to teach you everything?"<br /><br />"Yes," said Chastity, and taking a deep breath and gathering her nerve, she began to run her hands up from her skirt, up the smooth skin of her stomach and then trailing her fingers across the fabric of her bathing suit, rubbing her nipples to hardness through the thin material.<br /><br />Jeremy watched with avid interest in his eyes, his breathing getting a little heavier as her nipples hardened under her fingers.<br /><br />Pinching the erect nubs a little Chastity asked him, "Do you know of anyone who could teach me?"<br /><br />He let out a roiling laugh, reaching out with his hands to grasp her waist and pull her to him. Chastity's breath caught at the strong force in his hands, the roughness of his callused hands against the smooth skin of her stomach, and the way his sweaty skin pressed against hers as he lowered his mouth for a kiss. Uncertainly she responded, parting her lips for his tongue.<br /><br />Jeremy pulled back, looking startled, "You really don't anything."<br /><br />Chastity blushed, and tried to pull away, but he pulled her back into him and kissed her again. She decided that her embarrassment could be ignored, as long as he kept kissing her like that, deep and passionate. It made her cling to him, pale skin pressing against black, his hands moving over her back and stomach and into her hair, squeezing her white flesh.<br /><br />She felt shaky and almost afraid as he slid one hand into her bathing suit, feeling faint with erotic sensuality as his fingers caressed her nipple. Shuddering she moaned against his mouth, and then moaned again as he released her lips and moved to suck on her nipple. Clutching his dark head to her breast, she pushed the pink nipple into his mouth, wanting to cry out with fervor as he bit down gently, but sucking in her breath to avoid making too much noise.<br /><br />Jeremy picked her up and they moved to a little clearing behind some bushes for some privacy, out of the sun and into the shade. Chastity sighed with happiness as he kissed along her neck and shoulders, caressing her breasts with both hands now as she lay on the cool grass... her own hands explored his muscles, enjoying the way her fingers looked, small and pale against his dark bulk. She looked down to watch as his face buried itself in her pale flesh as he pulled the bathing suit from her breasts.<br /><br />Dark fingers pressed into her pale mounds as her nipple disappeared between his lips, and she shuddered with pleasure.<br /><br />Pulling off of her, Jeremy stood up as he pulled her to her knees, "I'm going to show you how to pleasure me, and then I'll pleasure you."<br /><br />Chastity nodded, eager to learn... she gasped as he unzipped his pants and pulled them down. Although she'd seen pictures of men's genitalia, his long dark cock was much more vivid, much more erotic than the soft, flaccid things she'd seen in books. Reaching out with her hand, she was almost surprised to find it hot against her palm, and he moaned and thrust his hips forward as she slid her hand along the length of it. Surprised, Chastity looked up and realized that she was already pleasuring him without meaning to.<br /><br />"Keep doing that," he used his hands to help her move her fingers along his dark length, squeezing his hand over hers so she knew how much pressure to use, "Good Chastity... that feels good..." he moaned again and Chastity felt a flush of pleasure that she was causing that sensual sound.<br /><br />Running his hands through her hair Jeremy pulled her head to him, "Now open your mouth."<br /><br />Obediently Chastity parted her lips and he began to push his cock into her mouth. She rubbed her tongue against the underside, intrigued by the salty taste. Moaning more loudly now, Jeremy began to work himself in and out of her mouth, watching avidly as his black snake disappeared between her pink lips... little white girl eagerly sucking at his cock. Even though she wasn't very experienced he was turned on by the situation, her obvious arousal, and the fact that he was going to be teaching her EVERYTHING.<br /><br />Reaching down he grasped her pale white breasts in his dark hand, enjoying the erotic look of the stark difference in skin color, rubbing her nipples and using them to pull back and forth a little. She place her hand at the base of his cock, her other on his thigh, as she tried to keep her balance, throat and tongue working eagerly without knowing what she was doing.<br /><br />"Try to swallow it," he gritted his teeth, pressing forward, "Try not to gag, try to swallow it."<br /><br />Chastity could feel herself gagging a little, but she was determined... tears sparked in her eyes as she forced more and more of the black cock into her mouth, pressing against the back of her throat... his hands on her breasts felt so good and she wanted to please him so that he would take care of the tingling need between her thighs. She could feel sticky wetness leaking from her, and she wanted to rub her crotch against something.<br /><br />Her hips humped at air as he thrust in and out of her face, astounded by how much of his cock she was swallowing. Chastity was an incredibly determined horny little girl. One hand on her breast, twisting a pale pink nipple, the other wrapped in her blonde hair, Jeremy groaned as he shoved himself into her throat and held there. She struggled a little, shocked as something began running down her throat, but he held her in place and she automatically swallowed his cum until he pulled away.<br /><br />Chastity gasped for air, tasting something slightly bitterly sweet on her tongue.<br /><br />Then Jeremy suddenly had her on her back on the grass again, and was pushing her skirt up to her waist, revealing her panty-less slit to him.<br /><br />"Naughty..." he breathed as he took in the pale pink folds, gleaming with slick wetness. Running a finger up the center he made her hips lift as it touched her clit, and Chastity gasped with this new sensation. The tingling feeling became even more intense as his finger slid around her folds, spreading the wetness around, and she moved against him with abandon, closing her eyes. Jeremy pushed one finger into her body, making her shudder and gasp with shock, the first time anything had ever been inside her. He began moving his finger back and forth, imitating the sex act, smiling to think of how his black cock would look, pushing into this pale pink pussy.<br /><br />Leaning forward, he began licking at her clit, and Chastity cried out, hands reaching down to rest on his head and she tried to pull him deeper into her pussy as her hips moved up and down. It was bliss like she'd never known before, a needy hunger that was getting closer and closer to being satisfied... his finger moved erotically inside of her and she arched her back and ground down on his face and finger, feeling an ache come to a head inside of her.<br /><br />Gasping, she tried to stifle her cries as she writhed on his finger, his tongue lashing at her clit as she came, legs pressing against either side of his head as he licked her through her orgasm. Chastity's hips moved and humped, frenzied and then slowing as the ecstasy dwindled to a state of gratified bliss.<br /><br />"Oh Jeremy," she breathed, finally opening her eyes again and looking up at the leaf cover, shuddering with aftershock, "That was amazing."<br /><br />Kissing her lower lips, making her gasp and wriggle some more, Jeremy slid his finger from her body and moved up beside her to kiss her mouth. Chastity could taste the sweetness on his lips and tongue, and she opened eagerly for it, shuddering as he toyed with her nipple.<br /><br />Sighing Jeremy told her, "I have to get back to work. But come back next time you get a chance and I'll teach you something else."<br /><br />Nodding eagerly, Chastity kissed him and then pulled her clothes back in order and rushed to the house, wanting to make sure no one caught her. She also didn't want to get Jeremy in trouble for not finishing his work, even though part of her wanted to demand that he teach her something else immediately. But now she had something to look forward to.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-35929285897032535512008-02-09T18:21:00.000-08:002008-02-09T18:28:49.742-08:00Joanna learns not to hate BBCMy name is Jamal Henrique. I am a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I lead a pretty normal life. I attend the Bridgewater Institute of Technology, a private school located in the town of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. I am a member of the Bridgewater Tech varsity football team. I volunteer at the local hospital and also mentor those who need it. I feel like I am blessed in life and I just want to give back a little, you know. I am a man who counts his blessings. I am the son of very proud and accomplished parents. They made all the difference.<br /><br />My mother, Helen James Henrique is the President and Founder of the New England Adventist Academy, a private, religiously-themed school located right outside the city of Brockton. My father, Luther Henrique is a Sergeant with the Boston Police Department. My brother Lucas is a Corrections Officer in Plymouth County. We do alright for ourselves. Like everyone else, we had our ups and downs but we always considered ourselves blessed. However, as all black people in America know, racism is alive and well, in covert form. How else could you explain what recently happened to me?<br /><br />I guess I've been so busy with my own life, I haven't paid too much attention with what's going on in the world. When Bridgewater Tech offered me a full student-athlete scholarship, my world changed. I mean, I was a senior at the New England Adventist Academy when that happened. The New England Adventist Academy is a fine school. Most of the students are either African-American, Cape Verdean or Haiti like myself. The school has eight hundred students and combines rigorous academia with religious education. Recently, they added varsity sports. For young men they offered Baseball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Football, Wrestling, Volleyball and Lacrosse. For young women they offered Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Field Hockey, Volleyball and Lacrosse. We competed in the Massachusetts Interscholastic Athletic Association. I was the quarterback of the New England Adventist Academy's first-ever varsity football team. I led them to victories against local athletic powerhouses such as Brockton High School, Cardinal Spellman High School and Boston College. I found myself on the cover of Sports Illustrated once. Not bad for a collegiate young black man, hey?<br /><br />Before I even graduated from high school, the big colleges and universities out there came looking for me. Georgia Tech. Boston College. Ohio State University. Pennsylvania State. Notre Dame University. I wanted to attend a Division One school with a kick-ass football team. So, I looked long and hard for a good school where I would have the potential to shine. To be honest, the Bridgewater Institute of Technology wasn't even on my radar. Located in the city of Bridgewater, Bridgewater Tech was a fast-growing school which was founded in 1987 by a conglomerate of New England organizations and businesses. Twenty one years later, it was one of the biggest schools in Massachusetts, yet its name didn't carry any special meaning in most people's minds.<br /><br />The Bridgewater Institute of Technology had a focus on engineering and computing. It also boasted of a thirty-nine-thousand-person student body. Most of the students came from the city of Bridgewater and surrounding towns from all over Massachusetts. I was interested in getting a degree in civil engineering, and next to MIT and Harvard, Bridgewater Tech was considered one of New England's best engineering schools. What really impressed me was the diversity of its campus. Over thirty eight percent of the student body was African-American. Forty percent of the student body was Caucasian and twenty percent were of Latino or Hispanic origin. Demographically speaking, the school was fifty three percent male and forty seven percent female. The school had two campuses, one in Bridgewater and the other in Charlestown. I visited the Bridgewater campus, which I chose because it was closer to home. I was amazed. The place was awesome!<br /><br />I mean, the entire campus was state of the art. From the classrooms to the cafeterias and the dormitories. I fell in love with the Bridgewater campus when I went with my family for a visit. I was particularly impressed with the Bridgewater Tech Department of Athletics. They had every damn sport you could think of, and then some! Men's varsity sports were Baseball, Basketball, Football, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Volleyball, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Wrestling, Rugby, Rowing, Water Polo, Sailing, Pistol, Gymnastics, Rifle, Fencing and Bowling. Women's varsity sports include Softball, Basketball, Cross Country, Soccer, Swimming, Volleyball, Sailing, Lacrosse, Golf, Tennis, Ice Hockey, Alpine Skiing, Archery, Wrestling, Rugby, Rowing, Water Polo, Gymnastics, Rifle, Equestrian, Fencing and Bowling.<br /><br />To say that I was impressed would have been an understatement. The Bridgewater Institute of Technology had it all, and then some. Yeah, I knew I was going to like it there. I moved into the dormitories, and met my roommate. His name was Shane Harolds, and he was a young African-American from the town of Plymouth, Massachusetts. He used to play football for Plymouth North High School and won himself an athletic scholarship to Bridgewater Tech. I would have liked to say that we became friends but I'd be lying. We were more than friends, we were brothers. Shane and I had so much in common it was scary. We were both Adventists and both of us came from strong families. Shane was raised by his father Alexander Harolds, a fireman from Plymouth. His mother Alicia died in the early days of the Iraq War. She was a decorated U.S. Army soldier. I felt sad when he told me but Shane assured me that she was in a better place. He told me that part of the reason why he pushed himself so much both on and off the gridiron was to keep his mother's memory alive.<br /><br />The first day of football practice, Shane and I dazzled the new coach and the rest of our teammates. Both of us were really quick runners and catchers. I've played all positions throughout my career. When most people look at me, they don't see me as quarterback material. I stand six feet seven inches tall and weigh two hundred and thirty pounds. I look more like a basketball star than a football player. Shane was around six-foot-three, and a great deal heavier than me. He weighed in at two hundred and sixty pounds. We made a good team. I was the starting quarterback and he was my blocker. On the gridiron, he became my own personal bodyguard and my shield. I loved the man.<br /><br />My first year at Bridgewater Tech went well. We took the NCAA Division One by storm. In the 2008-2009 season, we took down Boston College and Georgia Tech, demolished Pennsylvania State along with Florida State. We crushed Texas Tech and Kansas State. We sent Oregon State home in tears. Unfortunately, Ohio State took us down in a hard-fought, 29 to 27 game. That's okay, though. We had a good season. We had 30 victories and only 3 losses. Most college football teams can't make that same claim. With football season over, I could focus on other things. I was getting good grades and doing alright at all areas of my life. Well, except for one. I was dreadfully and painfully single and after being celibate throughout high school, I was getting antsy.<br /><br />Until I hooked up with Joanna Spellman, of the Bridgewater Tech Campus Police. How to describe Joanna? A six-foot-one, thick-bodied and busty, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something white woman with long blonde hair and pale green eyes. She was fine as hell. I kind of like big women. I've always had a thing for them. We first met when some heckler followed Shane to his dorm after a football game. Officer Spellman intervened and arrested the perpetrator, Miss Lee, a skinny Asian chick who had a history of disorderly conduct at football games. She was banned from campus. Officer Spellman gave Shane and I her card, and told us not to hesitate to call if we were ever bothered by someone. She winked at me and left. That night as I lay in my bed, I jerked off and thought of her.<br /><br />The next time I ran into her was in the deserted cafeteria, late at night. I was cramming for an exam in my civil engineering class. Joanna was eating a sandwich at a table by herself and asked me to join her. I hesitated, then figured, what could it hurt? I sat down and we talked. This gal was really interesting. She was a native of Brockton like myself. She went to Massasoit Community College before earning a Bachelors degree in Criminal Justice from Bridgewater Tech. Then, she went to the Massachusetts State Police Academy. And now here she was. The whole time we talked, she was checking me out. Also, she laughed at all my jokes and kept touching me. I don't know how we went from talking to each other in the cafeteria to doing it in my dorm, but I swear that's how it happened.<br /><br />I found myself lying on my bed while Officer Joanna Spellman went down on me. Before that day, I'd never done more than kissing a woman. My parents are very strict and didn't want me to be one of those young black guys who get females pregnant before they can financially support themselves, let alone a family. So, although I did date a few young women, I never went further than kissing or heavy petting with them. And now, I was getting my dick sucked by a blonde-haired plump policewoman. Joanna sucked on my cock and balls. She commented that she'd never seen a dick as big as mine, and that she liked uncut dicks. The last time I measured my dick, it was around nine inches long. I'm uncircumcised. When I was born, my mother and father didn't let the doctors mutilate me. They wanted me to be a natural guy. A fact I appreciated, as Joanna playfully pulled on my foreskin while sucking my balls. Man, this woman knew how to suck dick. When I finally came, she drank all of my cum.<br /><br />Afterwards, I grabbed a condom from Shane's drawer and put it on. Joanna naughtily told me she loved getting fucked from behind. She got on all fours and showed me her plump white ass. Hot damn, this plump white chick had one of the biggest butts I'd ever seen. I got behind her and at last slid my cock into her pussy. Joanna barked at me to fuck her hard. I did just that. I put my hands on those wide hips of hers and began pounding my cock into her pussy. I tapped that ass, as they say in the hood. Later, we changed positions. I lay on the bed and she began riding me. I slammed my dick into her pussy, and she screamed my name. We fucked and sucked the night away. When I woke up, she was gone but left me a thank you note. I felt great. I was no longer a virgin!<br /><br />And that's how it began. A few times a week, Joanna and I would meet in my dorm at night and hook up. This woman was insatiable. She would do anything! One time, I fucked her in the ass. I just bent her over and spread her ass cheeks. Joanna shook her ass and told me to fuck it. I pressed my cock against her booty hole and pushed it inside. With a swift thrust, my dick went into her asshole. Joanna winced a little, and told me to fuck her hard. I didn't need to be told twice. Fucking a big beautiful woman in the ass was my dream. Joanna went wild. She was screaming at me and howling as I fucked her. Emboldened, I grabbed a handful of her long blonde hair and yanked her head back while shoving my cock into her asshole. Her asshole felt wonderfully warm and tight around my dick. I fucked her hard and fast, just as she requested. We went at it until I came, blasting my load all over her ass. Our screams of pleasure filled the night.<br /><br />Yeah, I was having a good time. Joanna was a lot of fun. She liked sex as much as I did. She didn't give me any drama. All she wanted was casual sex and she was a lot of fun to hook up with. No strings attached sex. Isn't that what every man wants? With Joanna, I had lots of sex. I mean, some nights she would suck my cock so much, I felt drained when she was done. She loved the taste of my cum. Hell, she loved the taste of me in general. One night, she surprised me by asking to lick my ass. I've never heard of such a thing. However, I was curious so I gave it a try. Hot damn, that woman can sure lick male ass. She sucked on my ass like it was the sweetest thing she'd ever tasted. I was having a good time, until she shoved her fingers up my ass. Now, that last part was a bit of a surprise.<br /><br />Joanna told me to relax while she showed me a trick. She fingered my ass while sucking my dick, and amazingly my dick got harder. Isn't that something? I didn't know it could be like that. Over the next few weeks, Joanna and I had sex tons of times. Sometimes, we'd hook up with she patrolled the campus. I'd be walking near the Athletic Complex and she'd blow her whistle and ask me to stop. I'd smile and she'd come over to kiss and fondle me. Then, we'd duck into a corner, find some privacy and do it. She never wore any panties, to ensure easy access to shaved pink pussy. Somehow, my cock would find its way up her ass. Joanna loved getting fucked in the ass. And I loved fucking her. Her ass was warm and tight, much more fun to fuck than her pussy.<br /><br />This woman had some strange tastes. Sometimes, in her apartment, she'd play the part of the white farmer's daughter who gets ravished by a runaway slave. I was a bit surprised by her fetish, but I gave it a try. I would chase her around the apartment and tackle her. We would wrestle on the floor, fiercely, until I subdued her. I would tie her up. Then, I would fuck her in the ass. Joanna loved getting fucked in the ass while tied up. And I absolutely loved making her surrender to me. Something about a big white woman, face down and ass up, completely under my power turned me. Joanna sucked my black cock and licked my big hanging shaved balls.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-83168260379669812992008-02-09T17:31:00.000-08:002008-02-09T17:36:23.270-08:00My Submissive JourneyI knew he was coming; he should be at my room any minute. I couldn't wait; it seemed like it had been so long since I had seen him last. Even though we talked and e-mailed constantly, it wasn't enough. I heard him walk up to my room and he opened the door. I got up off the bed, so happy to see him; but I also knew I had to wait for him to tell me I could go to him. I was at the same time so scared and so excited I was shaking, I was already wet. I wasn't sure I could stand, I felt so weak. He didn't look at me, he didn't greet me; he just came in and walked around; inspecting to make sure everything met with his approval. I stood behind him, not knowing what else to do, waiting for him to acknowledge me. Finally he did. He circled around behind me, so close I could feel his hard-on, but still not touching me. I could feel his breath on my neck as started to talk.<br /><br />"There are three rules," he said in a low voice, soft and almost a growl, so sexy I could feel myself getting wetter. "First, you will only speak to me on your knees, and you will address me as Sir any time you talk to me." I nodded. I could feel him behind me; I could feel him moving around to my other side. "Second, you will not fight me, you will let me control your body and you will not resist me, you will do anything and everything I tell you to. Do you understand?" I nodded again, my eyes closed as I tried to conquer the desire that was threatening to overcome me. There was a long pause; I tried to lean back into him, but he kept himself just beyond physical contact. I wanted to ask him what the third rule was, but I knew he would tell me in his own time. After what seemed like forever, he said, "third rule. You will not cum unless you ask, and I give you permission. If you are going to cum and I tell you no, you will beg me to stop. Do you understand the rules?" I nodded again.<br /><br />With that he stepped back and sat down on the bed. I shivered with the ache from the loss of contact, slight as it was. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor. "Down." I immediately dropped to my knees in front of him. I reached for his hips and instantly he said, "don't touch me." I felt like I was going to die, I wanted to feel his body beneath my hands so badly. So when he pushed his shorts down and let me take his cock into my mouth it was wonderful. But he didn't let me enjoy it for long before he pulled me back up and bent me across his knees.<br /><br />How the hell did I get to this position? I asked for it. Well, sort of. Ok, so I'm not really sure how the whole thing started; I mean, I know the events that occurred, but damn it was not what I was looking for, and definitely not what I expected. Master Brenin really wasn't my type at all. I couldn't even begin to tell you if he was good-looking or not, because he was black. And I was raised in a very white, very prejudiced, household. He had invited me to his room one night. Sure, I knew exactly what he had in mind, but I thought it was harmless enough and I figured I would spend some time, politely turn him down, and leave. Besides, I had talked him into giving me a shoulder rub, so I thought I would benefit. Well, I did benefit, but not the way I expected. When I got to his room and he started massaging my shoulders, his hands felt wonderful; and not just because the massage was relieving my tension. And when he slipped his hands under my shirt and pushed my bra strap down, I knew it was probably a good time to reestablish platonic boundaries; but I didn't. And when I felt his breath, his lips on the back of my neck, I knew I should stop him; but I couldn't. And when he pulled my shirt off and took off my bra I knew there was no going back; but he even stopped, looked at me, and asked me if I was sure, if I was ok with it. And I should have said no, I should have thought about my husband, I should have thought about the fact that I was going to have to look at him across the room the next day in the morning meeting, but I just didn't care about anything except the fact that he was making me feel good. And he made me feel good for the next three hours, and then the next night, which turned into the next week. When it came time for him to leave, I tried to tell myself it was because I was going to miss the great sex. But he wouldn't let me off that easily; he talked to me every day, in the chat room at work, e-mailing me constantly, never leaving me alone until I finally had to admit to him and to myself: I was in love. I had tried to fight it, I had to fight myself, my mind, my upbringing. I had fucked a black man for the first time in my life and I had loved it; but not only that, I fell in love with the first black man I had ever allowed to fuck me.<br /><br />Held flat across his lap, I could feel how hard he was as he pushed my shirt up and gave me the first slap on my ass. I knew it was coming, I had known for weeks he was going to punish me the first time he saw me again. You see, I had stopped calling him for a few days. I had a damn good reason for it, but I had not gotten permission. And I had voluntarily accepted him as my Master. Even the fear of anticipating the pain was better than the awful silence he had put me through when he had been so angry he refused to talk to me, to write me, to contact me in any way. I felt him lift his hand for the second slap and my whole body tensed, even though I tried to stop it. Then he pushed my panties off so he could spank my bare ass. He didn't spank me fast, or overly hard. He alternated between caressing my ass, my legs, my back and the slaps. Sometimes I would feel him lift his hand from caressing me and I would flinch in anticipation of the next smack that didn't come; because he would merely lift his hand, pause, then gently caress me again. And I started realizing that not only was the pain not so bad, I was actually getting turned on. I had been very worried about how I would be able to accept being spanked, even though it was my decision and my desire, because of the men who had beaten me in the past. The very fact that I was even considering it, let alone being turned on by it with my history was disturbing to me. But I was getting turned on. So much that I started rubbing against him, arching my back and raising up to meet the slaps as they came. So much that I could feel my juices dripping out of my hot pussy. I have no idea how long or how many times he spanked me before he pushed me off of his lap. I fell to my knees in front of him as he looked down at the wet spot I had left on his shorts.<br /><br />"Lick it," he told me, showing me his shorts. I hesitated, I hate the taste of my own juices as much as I love the taste of a man's cum. "Lick it!" This was not a request. I bent my head and licked his shorts clean.<br /><br />He picked up my panties, feeling them. Then he pressed them into my hand. "Do you feel how wet they are?" I nodded. "Open your mouth." I looked at him, and involuntarily my teeth clenched, knowing what was coming. "Open. Your. Mouth." He was getting angry at my hesitation, at my resistance to his demands. I opened my mouth, and he stuffed my soaked panties into my mouth as a gag. He pushed me back onto the bed and spanked me again. "I want to use my belt," he said. I nodded, even though I knew he was not asking my permission, he was simply letting me know. My body, just getting used to the sting of his hand, tensed again at the though of the belt. The first slap surprised me even more; I actually liked it better than his hand. He continued to spank me, making me hotter and wetter.<br /><br />Then he pulled me over, with my legs over the side. Reminding me that I was not to cum without his permission, he told me if I felt I was going to cum I would raise one of my hands. And then he bent over me and I closed my eyes as I realized he was about to put his mouth on my aching pussy. Almost as soon as I felt the first touch of his tongue on my clit I thought I would cum. Even though he's a lot rougher than I like when he goes down on me, he's still so incredibly good at it just thinking about it is nearly enough to make me cum. He started to lick the wetness that had formed from the spanking and I had to stop him, I raised my arm. He lifted his head and looked at me, almost smiling, and waited until I had relaxed a little before he put his head back between my legs and started again. Again and again he brought me to nearly cumming, licking me, shoving first one, then two, then more fingers inside me. Slow and then fast, and soft and then hard, licking me and fucking me with his hand. Again and again I had to stop him, raising my hands to let him know that I was on the verge of cumming. I would raise my hand and he would stop, leaving his fingers inside me but raising his head to look at me. "You're cumming, aren't you?" he would ask; and I would shake my head vigorously to convince him that I was not. Did he know if he had so much as twitched his fingers still inside me that I would not have been able to stop myself? Probably. He knows my body better than I do. The heat, the ache, the need to cum was building almost to physical painfulness; but it was the sweetest pain I could ever remember feeling. I loved every second of it; I wanted it to end for the release I so desperately needed, but at the same time I wanted it to go on forever.<br /><br />Of course, it wouldn't. Roughly he pulled me off the bed, at the same time turning me over and pushing me forward, so my feet were on the floor as my body was bent over the bed exposing my ass. I knew he was going to spank me again. And he did. He used his belt, I could feel even the difference between the sting of the smooth shiny vinyl surface and the scratch of the hard edges with every strike. I could feel my ass getting redder. He was very thorough and made sure that he spread the blows across my entire ass, ensuring a balance: first the left side, then the right side, higher, lower. He was careful to confine the blows only to my ass; careful not to go too high on my back or too low down my legs. While it stung, it wasn't unbearable. Each strike pushed me forward on the bed as I grabbed handfuls of blankets and clenched my teeth in an attempt to not make a sound. I'm naturally a vocal person, but discretion dictated that I be quiet; after all, what we were doing was not exactly appropriate on so many levels. I could feel my ass cheeks starting to burn as he continued. I couldn't see his face, I didn't know what he was thinking or feeling. I only hope he was as turned on as I was. I'm nearly sure he was, he seems to get turned on simply by being on the same planet with me. Not that I'm complaining about that, never in a million years!<br /><br />Again he stopped, and told me not to move as I started to push myself up on my arms. I lay there waiting for what was to come next. I heard the sound of my refrigerator door being opened, saw the tell-tale glow of the interior light. What in the hell is he doing? I thought. Maybe he's thirsty. But then I felt something cold against my stinging ass, what took me seemingly forever to figure out was a soda can that he was rolling over the areas he had just abused with his belt. It took me forever, because the sensation of cold can rolling across my burning ass was incredible. Involuntarily I squirmed, trying to press back against the can. He rolled the can across both my cheeks, and then down, just for a second, across my pussy and my clit, then back up to my cheeks. After a few minutes of way too incredibly short of a time, he stopped and I heard him pick up the belt again. And he repeated the process until he was satisfied.<br /><br />"Get on the bed," he said.<br /><br />I climbed onto the bed as he pushed me onto my back again. "I'm going to fuck you," he said. I couldn't wait to feel his cock inside my dripping cunt, filling me up, reaching all the way inside me. I should have known it was way too early in the night for there not to be a catch.<br /><br />"Do not cum," were the words he said as he roughly thrust himself inside me. Oh christ, how was I supposed to do that? But he was not going to trust me to not cum quite completely on my own. He fucked me; hard, fast, not how I like it, but still it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, trying to pull him closer to me. But after what seems like only seconds he pulled out of me again. I couldn't help the moan of frustration, pleading with my eyes for him not to leave, trying to hold on to him and pull him back to me. But at the same time I knew better than to resist him too much, just enough for him to see and enjoy my frustration.<br /><br />He shoved his fingers inside me again. Hard this time, not intending pleasure, yet knowing it was going to give me pleasure. One, two, three, four fingers; he was fisting me roughly. I could feel his hand meeting the resistance from my pelvic bones, knowing that I was going to be sore and bruised in the morning. As he worked his hand inside me, he would wiggle his fingers, just a little bit. And as he did so I tried to think of something else besides what was happening to my body, because if I didn't I was going to cum. It wasn't working though, not really. It had been so long since I had seen him, been with him, felt him all over my body. And added to that now were the new and previously undiscovered pleasures that the spanking brought me. I wanted to tell him, just let me cum once and I won't have to stop you for a while. Just let me cum once and get a release, then I'll be good, I'll resist, I promise.<br /><br />Finally I couldn't take it any more. "Please," I breathed, somewhere between a whine and a prayer.<br /><br />"Please, what?" he asked.<br /><br />"Please let me cum, Master. Oh please, oh please let me cum."<br /><br />He leaned back a little, not stopping his assault on my pussy. "Why do you want to cum?" he asked.<br /><br />"I n-n-ne-need to cum. Oh please, " I whimpered.<br /><br />"Do you deserve to cum?" he responded harshly.<br /><br />I shook my head, slowly, with a sinking feeling warring with my growing desire. "No," I said quietly. He simply looked at me, watching my face carefully as he was still fisting me hard. I couldn't help myself, I started begging, pleading, half the time nearly incoherently. "Oh, please Master, please let me cum. Oh please, I need to cum. Oh please, oh please, oh please."<br /><br />"No," was all he said; coldly, detached, almost impersonal. "You may not cum."<br /><br />I made some kind of noise somewhere between a cat yowling and a baby crying, but quietly as I could; mindful of both the neighbors and unwilling to incur his wrath for protesting. I felt my body arching up to meet his hand. I took a deep breath, trying to will myself into cooperation with my orders. Trying to relax, to convince myself that I wasn't really just a hair away from cumming.<br /><br />"You are cumming, aren't you?" he accused. I shook my head vehemently. "You are," he said as he slowed his movements with his hands. I shook my head, even as his hand pressed upward and felt for the telltale contractions. "Oh my god, you're cumming," he said. I shook my head even harder, this time willing every fiber of my being to stop. "No, Sir, I'm not cumming."<br /><br />He yanked his hand out of my cunt and pressed it against my lips. "Lick them clean," he ordered. I closed my eyes, preparing myself for the hated taste, then opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean of my pussy juices. He backed away from me again, watching my face as he leaned over me. My whole body was quivering, not knowing what was going to come next. I wasn't prepared for what did. With his fingers, he slapped my already overly sensitive clit. I winced as my eyes opened wide in shock. I tried to twist away as I felt him flick my clit again. The pain was incredibly intense for such a relatively harmless tap. There was nothing good about it, no pleasure associated with it. But I felt my need to cum dim in its wake. He kept on, slapping and flicking my clit. I knew he wasn't really doing it that hard, but it hurt so badly. And there was nothing I could do about it. Even though I twisted beneath him, I knew he wasn't going to miss. And I knew that he wasn't going to let me go anywhere; I might as well have been bound to the bed. Despite myself, I heard my whimpers.<br /><br />"You like that, don't you?" he said. I could hear the smirk in his voice. I squeezed my eyes shut, and took a deep breath, trying to control myself. No, I shook my head frantically. He flicked me again.<br /><br />"No, it hurts," I said. I don't know if I said anything else or not. I know in my head all I could think was NO, stop; but of course it didn't stop him, and I knew I couldn't say it. He continued until he was satisfied. When he finally told me to turn over, I was unbelievably relieved. But at least I was no longer teetering on the brink of cumming.<br /><br />Of course, later he did let me cum . . . and cum . . . and cum again. But that first night was nothing compared to the night that followed. Master Brenin loves challenges; I had once told him that he was not the best fuck I'd ever had, and that my best made me cum 13 times. Naturally, Master took that as a challenge he was going to win. And the next night, he did. After three straight hours of fucking in every way I thought I could ever imagine (and some that I had never even thought of), and 17 orgasms later, I was begging him to stop. I had never been fucked like that before, never again would I think Master was anything less than the best.<br /><br />Now you may be asking how I went from falling in love to being a slave. Or servant. Or submissive. Or whatever you want to call it. Well, first perhaps I should start with how the relationship developed. It was entirely a forbidden relationship. He was barely with me for a week, or I guess I should say I was with him. I kept telling myself that I wasn't going back, yet every night for that week or so in July, up until the day he left, I kept going back. I would sit across the room and watch him in the morning meetings, look at his long legs stretched out underneath the table, watch him lean back in his chair to stretch and see the outline of his chest and stomach underneath the loose fabric of his uniform and remember the previous night running my hands over him. Catching him looking at me, or discovering he'd caught me looking at him, and exchanging crazy smiles across the room. And finding reasons throughout the day to have to go out on the main floor where he worked so that I could see him, or feel him watching me. Looking for reasons why I had to talk to him. Finding it harder and harder to concentrate as each day passed, but convincing myself it was just the sexual attraction pulling me to him. I even argued with him a day or two before he left, when he tried to tell me I was falling in love with him. It was absolutely crazy; it made no sense to me whatsoever. But the day he came to tell me he was leaving, I felt like the bottom had fallen out of my world; I had to fight myself not to cry. And even after he left, the weeks stretched by marked by e-mails, daily conversations where we learned more and more about each other. Chat room conversations when he told me how much he loved me, missed me, and wanted to be with me forever. And I looked back on my life, at all the times I had so badly wanted to believe men who told me they loved me, and realized he was different. His attention never strayed. Even through my temper tantrums, my mood swings, my manic-depressive rollercoaster of emotions, he was always there for me. And I could not help myself but to be there for him, listening to his pain at the marriage he was struggling to keep from falling apart, trying to give him objective advice about his wife even though I wanted him to leave her so much; but not being able to ask for that because I wasn't willing to leave my own husband and children even once I realized I never wanted to live without him. The weeks of August were hot as hell. I was grateful to be working night shift, to be able to avoid the 130+ degree days, but being on opposite shifts meant we only had a few hours to chat. And those few hours a day it seems like that's all we did. Most of the conversations were about sex; both of us being deprived of that which was as much a necessity for us as eating and drinking and sleeping. And I know at least for me, it drove me to distraction regularly, wanting to fuck him so badly; knowing he was so close but might as well have been a million miles away. Each afternoon I would go into work wondering if he was going to call me that night; and still losing my breath every time I saw his number appear on my phone. The first thing I did was to check my e-mails for letters from him; there were always five, ten, sometimes more. He sent me letters just to tell me he was thinking about me, he sent me songs to describe his feelings for me, he wrote me to tell me how his day was going. And he honestly seemed to care about what I was doing, and thinking, and feeling. I felt so many emotions surface that I never imagined I would feel, some I had felt many years before but thought had died and would never surface again; emotions that I still do not have the words capable of fully describing my happiness. The feeling of being loved so deeply was something I had never experienced before.<br /><br />I'm not really sure how we managed to fall in love. We are polar opposites in personality, astrologically born on opposing sides of the zodiacal wheel. He is an incredibly rational man. If something does not touch and immediately impact his world, he has very few thoughts or feelings about it. He is hard, not uncaring but not compassionate either. His basic philosophy is that he does everything he can to make himself happy, and if anyone else can't do the same, he sure as hell is not about to feel sorry for them. Don't get me wrong, he's not cruel or evil. He worries about me in a way no one else has ever done. He worries about my welfare. He's more concerned about my health than I am. He's constantly reminding me to be careful when I'm out alone at night. I on the other hand am nurturing, concerned about the world, the environment, and the people around me. I will sit and listen to a subordinate tell me about his problems and then suggest different ways to confront his issues, and offer advice when I am able. I believe there is good and magic in the world around us, and I actually notice the beauty of the surrounding world. Sure, a lot of people would probably classify me as a little over the deep end; in his own words a "fucking weirdo." And I'm constantly talking about things he does not understand.<br /><br />But at the same time, there are so many things we have in common. It seems like daily we find something new that we share. We like so many of the same foods, we have similar philosophies on the world around us. We often think the same things at the same time. We have discussions where, once we've finally been able to decipher what the other was trying to say, we discover that we've been fighting an argument of agreement the entire time. It has definitely been a learning experience.<br /><br />So after August came September. Surprisingly enough, even in this gods-forsaken place of the world, the calendar has not changed. But he was getting ready to go home for his leave, and he would be gone for three weeks. On the way out, he managed to get up to see me for four of the most incredible days of my life. We spent ever second that I was not working together. Finally, one night I spent the entire night with him, getting to know how enjoyable it was to spend the entire night sleeping beside him. Not that I was really able to sleep all that well. It doesn't seem to matter how tired we both are, we still seem to turn each other on fire when we're close to each other. But we didn't just spend four days in bed, either. We ate together. We wandered around together. We talked to other people, we talked to each other. It was so incredibly wonderful just to have a partial semblance of normality, and being able to be with him was fantastic. But still, even at this point we were still simply two people deeply in love, enjoying each others' presence and bodies. And at the end of the four days, right before he was leaving to go home, I admitted to him the one thing I had been denying since our first night together. He was the best I'd ever had. Yes, he was the first black man I'd ever fucked. He was the first black man I'd ever fallen in love with. And he was by far the best man I'd ever been to bed with; he fucked me better than I have ever been fucked in my life. But it was so much more than just the incredible sex; he treated me better than any other man I'd ever known.<br /><br />So I fell in love with him. Then he started to introduce me to new ideas, things I'd never done before; things I'd only read about in stories or things other men had tried to get me to do that I had no interest in. It started with suggestions about anal sex, which I was intensely opposed to. Several men had tried to fuck me in the ass before but it hurt so badly, and wasn't really something I wanted anyway. So I refused it. But I had read a lot of erotic stories where it was described as being very pleasurable. It just seemed so, I don't know, dirty or something; but when he brought up the idea, I was willing to try it. Then he started sending me stories about BDSM sex, relationships, and ideas; and had me tell him my feelings about it. I realized the ideas were turning me on. I had always preferred to be submissive in bed, but in my daily life I was actually strong, independent, with a dominant personality. I had tried the whole "good little Southern wife serving her husband's every desire" for my first marriage; after seven years I couldn't take it and left. Yet something about Master Brenin made me want to serve him, to submit to him, to be his slave. After considerable reflection, I came to the conclusion that the difference between the two was that the first was forced upon me; this time it was something I voluntarily chose. More and more he helped me to learn that not only was this natural for me, it was going to be something I would want for the rest of my life.<br /><br />While I was home on leave, I missed him terribly. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be with him. I called him nearly every night (which was incredibly expensive!), and every afternoon I would try to be online at the same time I knew he would be on so we could chat. Because of the eight hour time difference, I would get up in the middle of the night just to call him and hear his voice. Often I could not fall asleep from wanting to talk to him so badly, so I would stay up until it was a reasonable hour to call him.<br /><br />My Master gave me the task of not cumming from my own husbands cock. For some reason, even though it sounds impossible, it was easier than you might think. I didnt want my husbands cock, I didnt want to cum from him. My husband could no longer satisfy me. When I was allowed to cum, I felt like I was cheating on my Master; sometimes even when I had permission I couldn't cum, and when I did cum it was only because I was imagining him fucking me instead of my husband. While my husband used me, all I could think about was my Master's touch, how wonderful he is, how nothing, no one, no cock can ever compare to his again. I was in love with him. Being a very honest person, the one and only time I did cum from my husbands cock without getting permission, My Master was furious and told me I would be punished. It only happened because I was careless enough to be fantasizing that Master Brenin was fucking me. I felt like the world had ended. His anger and disappointment in me was unbearable.<br /><br />Also while I was home, my Master had asked me to pick up some books for him. While I was looking for them, I started researching information on my own to learn more about this lifestyle that I wanted so much, but knew I needed to learn so much more about. I even got a book that was a collection of short stories from the points of view of Masters and slaves, which I would hand-type into e-mails for my Master so we could discuss the things that turned me on or off, that I didn't understand, or that I just thought he would enjoy. The more I learned, the deeper I became captivated.<br /><br />At first, Master Brenin started the process by getting me comfortable talking about my wants and desires, my pleasure sexually. Talking about my thoughts and feelings is something that has always been difficult for me, and talking about sexual fantasies was excruciating. I started slowly, and found it easier as time went on, the more I practiced talking to him; and the single-most thing that helped me was the fact that he never made fun of me, never found anything I wanted to do disgusting, and always supported and encouraged sharing my ideas. The first time I shared an experience where I had masturbated while thinking of him was hard, but he enjoyed it so much and was so happy that I was able to share it with him that it became a normal practice for us. I had been in transit coming back from leave, waiting around for my flight and reading erotic stories and imagining the two of us in place of the characters, getting hornier with each one, even though I didn't find they appealed to me as something I would really want. And then I read a story entitled Not Until Dawn. I love to be teased, and it was a story about a man teasing a woman for an entire night, not allowing her to cum until dawn. After I read it, I decided it was time to try and take a nap, but I couldn't sleep.<br /><br />All I could think about was how much I wanted him, to feel his kiss and his touch, how much I needed his cock deep inside me. I could feel my clit aching and my pussy dripping. I looked around the room; there was only one other girl there, on the opposite side of the building, asleep. I knew I would never be able to sleep if I didn't cum, but it seemed like such a public place, anyone could come in. Could I manage to rub it without giving myself away? I was covered up, after all. On my stomach, I reached down between my legs, but feeling myself through my pants was just not going to be enough. I slipped my hand into my pants, feeling how swollen my clit was and how wet I was. I closed my eyes and imagined him behind me, sliding his cock into my cunt, penetrating me deeply as only he can. As I fingered my clit, rubbing it with my pussy juices, I imagined his arms around me, his hand rubbing me as he fucked me deep and hard. I imagined what it would feel like having him in my ass, I imagined him wetting his thumb with my juices and slowly pushing it into my ass. I could almost hear his voice in my ear, telling me how good my pussy is like he does, enjoying how wet I was, and plunging his cock all the way into me until he couldn't go in any further. I could feel how close to cumming I was, almost there, trying not to breathe too heavily or move too much; then I realized I really didn't care if anyone knew what I was doing, I needed it too much. In my head I was calling his name, telling him I was going to cum, telling him how good his cock felt inside me. I heard him tell me to cum all over his cock, tell me to cum as he came inside me. I could almost feel the hot rush of his cum inside me, the way his cock gets so hard right before he cums, feel him inside me as I came all over my hand. I lay there for a few minutes, shaking, thinking "Thank you, Master for what you have given me."<br /><br />The next step was to complete tasks designed by Master to educate me and progress my training. My first exceptionally challenging task was designed to prepare me to be taken anally.<br /><br />I really didn't want to complete the task I'd been given. In fact, I had even told Master that I didn't think I'd be able to do it. After all, I was still trying to get used to the unpleasant idea of having anything in my ass, and I was still sore from the day prior when I had to stick two of my fingers in, all the way up to the knuckles. And when I got the message - that I had to find a toy for my ass while fingering my pussy; then a toy for both my ass and my pussy -- I felt the panic begin. I didn't even know how to respond. And of course, when I told Master I didn't think his servant slut was mentally strong enough to complete his task, he enjoyed it so much he gave me 24 hours instead of a week.<br /><br />So suddenly I found myself searching through my room, looking for something to use as a "toy." Not being a toy kind of person, I didn't own any specific to the purpose at hand. And of course, without much further guidelines other than it didn't have to be big, just had to go deep in my ass, I chose the smallest items I felt I could use and still please my Master. I finally remembered I had brand new paintbrushes I had bought that I hadn't used yet. About 5 inches long, about as big around as my finger, that would work for my ass. Then for my pussy. I decided against the shampoo bottle I had used the week prior; it was just too big to deal with at the same time I was going to have to be putting something in my ass. I settled on a smaller bottle; not too small though.<br /><br />I made up my bed, set up my camera, got everything ready, still torn between not wanting to do what I was about to do and pleasing my Master. The first thing I did was try two fingers in my cunt, and I was shocked to find I was already wet. Yes, I really was getting turned on by completing tasks for my Master. Then I started the camera and took a few shots just to get the proper angle and distancing. Unable to put it off any longer, I grabbed the brush, started the camera again, put two of my fingers back in my pussy. As the camera started taking pictures, I started sliding the brush into my ass, anticipating the painfulness I knew I was going to experience. 10 continuous shots on the camera doesn't take long, and I had to stop to check the camera position again. Not quite right, had to adjust my position, then I started again. This time once I got the brush in maybe half an inch or so, I felt it start to slide in easier. This wasn't as painful as I expected it to be; the smoothness of the polished wooden handle was helping. The camera stopped just about the time I got the brush all the way in. I reached back to check the angle again; shit still not quite right, had to make some more adjustments and start over again.<br /><br />This time the brush slid in smoothly, and I could feel the brush sliding past the two fingers I had in my pussy, feeling the surprising amount of wetness that was starting. And suddenly when the brush was in as far as I could get it I felt my cunt was shudder with pleasure and my juices start to flow even more. I shoved a third finger inside me as the camera finished its 10 shot set. When I reached back to reset the camera, the brush slipped just a little further inside me. Even as my mind was saying, no I'm not supposed to be enjoying this, my body was enjoying it anyway. Even after reading stories that peaked my interest in anal, I never dreamed it would feel that good. I reset the camera and started pulling the brush out to get the pictures Master had asked for and suddenly I knew I was on the verge of cumming. I couldn't, I wouldn't, I hadn't asked nor been given permission to cum. I stopped, afraid to move anything, my breathing fast and heavy, trying desperately to think of anything but the sensations coursing through my body, trying to fight the desire to just give in and face the consequences later. Finally I concentrated on the only thing I could think of to control my rebellious body; I thought of having to tell Master that I had disobeyed him. Finally I was able to slow my breathing enough to continue with the pics. I managed to finish the set of pictures without cumming, but just barely. My juices were running down the fingers inside my cunt, dripping down my hand; I was so wet that the ring I was wearing on my little finger -- our ring, the symbol of the eternal love between my Master and I -- nearly slipped off my finger.<br /><br />Next set. I had to take pics of the bottle in my pussy and the brush in my ass. Not again, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to stop myself from cumming this time. But I had no choice really, I had to please my Master, so therefore I would. I started the camera again and repeated the process. Trying to go slowly to prevent getting too close to the edge. Stopping and concentrating on not being aroused in between sets of the flash. Slowly pushing the bottle into my aching, dripping cunt. Slowly sliding the brush into my not-so-innocent-any-more ass. Shaking with the frustration of continuing without the sweet release I was craving.<br /><br />I know that Master came up with this task to exercise control over me. I know that Master gave me this task because he knows I am turned on by his tasks, even when he wants me to do something I don't want to do. But I now know that there was another reason Master came up with this particular task. Master wants to bring me pleasure; and Master knew that eventually I would find pleasure in anal. And now, the next time I see my Master I will have something new to beg for. I will beg for him to fuck my ass, I will beg him to allow me to cum with his beautiful black cock deep inside my ass, just like I have begged him to let me cum from his hand or his cock inside my cunt, or his mouth on my clit. And I know that I will enjoy it, even as my ass still stings from today's assignment. My Master knows what his servant slut wants and needs, and always thinks of how to make me happy. And for that, for the way he knows me and loves me, for how amazingly wonderful he treats me, for all that I love him so very much. The next time Master Brenin came to see me was the first time I had ever allowed a man to take my ass. Even with the preparation and my own anticipation I was still worried. But I knew I could trust him completely. When he told me he knew what he was doing, I knew instinctively that he was not bragging, he was simply stating a fact.<br /><br />He came to pick me up from work and we drove out to a secluded place. This time we had to rely on the truck as our "love nest," but I didn't mind. That just meant I didn't have to be quiet. He started out having me ride him, it felt absolutely delicious to have his cock inside me again. I got closer and closer, until I had to ask permission to cum. At first, he didn't say anything, just watched me for a minute. And then.<br /><br />"No," was all he said. I couldn't help myself.<br /><br />"No," I cried, immediately knowing that I was wrong, immediately afraid that was going to cost me for the rest of the night. The look that crossed his face was priceless, even though I stopped moving, even stopped breathing in an attempt to stop the orgasm threatening to overcome me.<br /><br />"What did you just say?" he asked, as a look somewhere between disbelief, anger, and amusement crossed his face.<br /><br />"I'm sorry, Master!" I gasped as I hung my head, waiting for the punishment. But it didn't come.<br /><br />"Continue," he said after a moment. This time he did let me cum.<br /><br />Then he turned me over and told me to get on my hands and knees. After I complied, he spanked me a little. Just enough to get me wet, to make my asscheeks tingle delightfully. I felt him caress my ass, then dip his fingers into my pussy juices to moisten my asshole. I took a deep breath, too incredibly aroused to be very afraid. Then I felt the head of his cock penetrate me, and I felt like I was being split open.<br /><br />"No, please . . ." I said, involuntarily moving forward in an attempt to get away from the pain.<br /><br />"Relax," he ordered. "Push back."<br /><br />"I can't," I whimpered. "It hurts, it hurts so bad."<br /><br />"I know it hurts," he answered gently but firmly. "You can take it, it will be ok." He pushed a little harder while holding onto my hips to keep me in place. "Stop fighting me, damn it!" <br />"Please, I can't. Please no, it hurts too much. Oh god please, just wait . . . just stop for a minute," I pleaded with him. If I could just have him stop long enough to allow myself to adjust to the pain before he went any farther.<br /><br />"I can't wait much longer," he said, sounding as if his teeth were clenched. But he did pause, he did give me a minute to collect myself.<br /><br />And once he said that, I knew how good it must have felt to him. It gave me chills, it turned me on; the words, the tone of his voice, the feelings of his own desire washing over me. And suddenly, as he pushed a little farther in, I felt a new sensation take over. A new pleasure, that overcame the pain. I stopped fighting him, there was no longer anything left to fight. Although I could still feel the stinging as my virgin asshole was stretched out, it no longer hurt as I gave in to the enjoyment. And then he brought his arms around me, fingering my clit, and I knew I would be begging him to allow me to cum again in no time. My Master had once again shown me new pleasures; taken me to new heights of sexual gratification that I had never known existed.<br /><br />He had to leave me again, physically at least. But we continued, our conversations, my training, my education. Falling more deeply in love with each other as we learned more about each other; becoming more entrenched in our new lifestyle as we explored it together. Next came the series of phone sex conversations; designed with the multiple purposes of giving me pleasure, helping Master to discover what turns me on the best, and begin my orgasm control.<br /><br />So tonight. As I expected it was terribly frustrating trying to get service in this damn country. And I know you sent me the text messages, but I didn't get them until after I had been able to call you again. There was one point, when I was sitting in the truck after I had moved to try and get better reception, but then couldn't get service, when I seriously was considering just cumming and taking the punishment for it. I don't really know what stopped me, I think it was that you would tell me you were disappointed in me again. That's worse than you being upset with me when I've done something wrong. So by the time I got out to the truck from the phone center, I was already wet, frustrated, and close enough to cumming. I was trying so hard to control myself and not have to ask to stop. But you kept describing the scenes and making me listen, and all I could do was visualize the scene in my mind, almost to the point of being nearly able to feel the cock in my mouth and my ass, and the teeth on my tits, and the paddle spanking me. I tried concentrating on what I was looking at to keep from cumming, but that didn't work for very long when you were forcing me to listen to you. It's bad enough just hearing the sound of your voice, but I can tune out the words and the scenes you're describing to help me. And my pussy just kept getting wetter and wetter, until I could feel my juices running down to my ass, my whole hand was covered again, even the inside of my uniform pants are wet. I was trying not to ask to cum for as long as I could, but I couldn't help myself. I was shaking, everything focused on the need to cum and the knowledge that I couldn't. I was sure a couple of times when you wouldn't let me stop that I was going to cum anyway, that I wouldn't be able to stop it. And when you did finally let me cum, I love the way your voice sounds when you tell me to cum, it was awesome. It was like I started cumming, but then it kept going and I started cumming harder, I could feel my pussy squeezing around my fingers. And when you stopped, when you ended the story, I was getting close to cumming again. After I got off the phone with you all I could do was sit there for a few minutes trying to regain myself. I was satisfied and frustrated at the same time, because I was so close to cumming when you stopped. But yes, it was wonderful, you gave me a lot of nice surprises tonight, and I thank you for all of them my Master.<br /><br />Then finally came our next time when we could actually be together, after all the talking and learning and preparing. It was to be my first real experience to see how much enjoyment I got out of receiving physical punishment; no pleasure intended or involved, yet still received.<br /><br />The first night was really difficult because of the pain. I think the worst parts for me were the clothespins on my nipples and clit. Both are extremely sensitive, and it was excruciatingly painful. Even when Master Brenin began slapping my tits it wasn't as bad as the pins. And even after he took them off I could still feel the pain; my nipples were still sore from that days later. Also, even though I know it wasn't meant to be, it was painful when Master went hard and fast, whether it's fucking me or fisting me, but particularly when he was fisting me. Even when it feels good; I know that sounds strange, it sounds strange to me to say something can hurt and feel good at the same time. By the fourth night I was still hurting from the previous nights; my pussy was swollen and felt raw; so it was hard for me to stay aroused. Four wonderful nights that passed in a blur of pleasure.<br /><br />I know I came a lot from Master Brenin being in my ass that first night; with no double penetration, nothing more than anal, I came three times in a row. It was incredibly painful, he was fucking me so deep and hard in the ass it tore a little bit. Even just his thumb in my ass on the following nights was painful. Not like deep inside, but at the entrance, like the salt from your skin was irritating.<br /><br />I was absolutely horrified the first night when I started crying and couldn't stop. Especially when Master Brenin made me kneel on the floor until I could get control of myself. I never cry like that, and I felt like he was so disappointed in me. The pain started it, but I was so disappointed in myself that I was not able take more; I felt like I should have had a higher pain threshold. And the harder I tried not to cry, the worse it became. I deal with pain every day, between a permanent back injury, a pinched nerve in my shoulder, and migraine headaches; hell, I broke my ankle and walked across the fucking drop zone, and then had my ankle reset without any pain meds without crying like I did from something so simple as a few spankings and some clothespins.<br /><br />The second night was absolutely incredible; yes, I was very wet. I don't think I've ever been that wet before; although Master seems to do that to me more and more. I only wish I had been that wet every night for him. He had me riding him, after telling me that there would be no orgasm restrictions; that I could cum whenever I needed to. I was incredibly close, but not quite ready to cum. And then he said, "Cum all over your Master's cock."<br /><br />I loved it when he told me to cum on his cock. It was awesome; I don't know if I will always be able to do that, but there's something in his voice when he tells me to cum that goes straight through me. Of course, there's just something about his voice altogether; as I was giving him a blow job, I also loved it when he told me how good it felt and that I was making him cum in my mouth. Between his voice and the taste and feel of him in my mouth, I could have cum from that alone if I had permission.<br /><br />I was incredibly surprised but also very grateful and touched that Master Brenin was so sensitive to how much pain that first night put me in. I was really expecting to have the first night repeated the whole time he was here. I had been warned ahead of time that this visit was for pain and punishment, not for pleasure. The first night was definitely, incredibly, and wonderfully that. But I'm not sure how well I would have been able to handle that for four days in a row. Master Brenin continually amazes me at how well he knows me, how well he can tell what I can or can't take. I know I have to get used to the pain, and it helped me so much that he put me in incredible pain the first night, and then backed off after that to give me a chance to adjust to it.<br /><br />From that point forward, I never looked back, I never questioned that I wanted to submit to Master Brenin. No, it wasn't easy, I fought my obedience training, and it seemed like every other day I was doing something uncharacteristic and unacceptable of a submissive. I argued with my Master, I whined and complained about tasks he gave me, and sometimes I was just plain insubordinate. I have learned this is a natural process for a new submissive, and one that I am still working very hard to overcome. But every day I make a little more progress as I learn my Master better, and as I learn myself and understand my true desires more thoroughly. I am now being considered for collaring, and nothing could make me happier. I find as every day goes by, all I'm living for is to serve my Master and see happiness on his face that I have been able to instill.<br /><br />Dedicated to all my sisters in submission, and to all my sisters who wish they were strong enough to submit. ~Cara Caeth<br /><br />If i could have just one wish, i would wish to wake up everyday to the sound of Your breath on my neck, the warmth of Your lips on my body, the touch of Your hand as you spank my ass, and the feel of Your heart beating with mine as i kneel at your feet . . . Knowing that i could never find that feeling with anyone other than You. (Modified from the Love Poems of Courtney Kuchta)<br /><br />There can be a true grandeur in any degree of submissiveness, because it springs from loyalty to the laws.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-21571044261045528992008-02-09T17:23:00.000-08:002008-02-09T17:27:23.120-08:00Miriam southern bellDesignware, a prominent graphic design and software company specializing in bringing magazines into the online computer craze, received a request for proposal from JET Magazine to offer the magazine online to all of its subscriber's. Designware was formed earlier when Tom Simmons purchased the two seemingly different companies and merged them into one. Miriam Smith started the small graphic design company shortly after graduation from the University of Alabama with a degree in fashion design. She was interested in designing a line of women's high fashion clothing.<br /><br />Miriam made a very nice profit from the sale of her company and was named the Vice-President, Graphic Design, of the new company. Maurice, her husband of ten years, wanted his lovely blonde wife to just take the money and run. He did well with his own insurance company but he wanted his wife home more often to take care of their two young children. Miriam wasn't looking at the money but at what fun she had doing what she did and interacting with other adults during the day instead of just being with children and being a soccer mom.<br /><br />Maurice reluctantly decided he had better support his wife in her new endeavors. Their sex life had been in a rut and now Miriam seemed so much more alive. While she normally submitted to her husband only once a week, she now had more energy. Maurice didn't realize that one of her new co-workers was supplying her with uppers that provided that extra boost that she needed so much.<br /><br />Designware received the RFP and had a mere three weeks to prepare. The presentation would be in two parts, the first day they had an hour to describe the capabilities of the company and the second day they would actually demonstrate their proposal on the computer. While Miriam was the V.P., she actually had only three other designers in her department. The owner, Tom Simmons, ran the software side of the house and had ten people writing the software programs that were being proposed.<br /><br />They worked hard but they were ready. Normally, Miriam went with Tom on the sales calls like she had done on several previous occasions. Unfortunately, Tom called Miriam at the last minute and told her that he was sick.<br /><br />"Miriam, please carry on without me. You know what to do. Just woo them with your natural charms and fabulous good looks. The rest will fall into place. One thing, however, you must do whatever is required to get this order. As you know, business has been slow and we might have to lay off some people in your department if we don't win this contract."<br /><br />The last part of the conversation really bothered Miriam. The people she had in her department now were the cream of the crop. She had spent many hours in cultivating them so they were the best in the business. Miriam didn't want to lay off any of her excellent employees. She just had to get that contract!<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Maurice marveled at his attractive wife as she kissed him and their children good-bye. She was wearing a fashionable gray linen dress with two patch pockets on her chest and two more on her trim hips. A white lace handkerchief peeked out from the upper-left pocket. The large black buttons ran the entire length of the dress which ended just above her knees. She wore sheer black hose and sexy black leather open-toed, high-heeled pumped adorned her little feet. Miriam wore a strand of Mikimoto pearls around her trim neck and a matching bracelet on her left wrist. As she was left-handed, like most brilliant artists, Miriam wore her fancy Omega watch on her right wrist. Of course, she would leave home without her diamond engagement ring and golden wedding band on her long trim finger. Her lovely blonde hair was braided up into a bun which exposed her slim, smooth flawless neck. She had pearl studs in her ears and Maurice caught a whiff of her heavenly perfume as she kissed him and gave him a warm hug good-bye. If he had been a real man, he would have carried her back to their bedroom right then and there and ravished the daylights out of her his. He would miss her tonight as she had never been away by herself on a business like this before.<br /><br />While he was in his forties, Miriam was only thirty-five. She had worked hard to get her figure back after having the two kids. He thought that his wife looked better now than when they were married ten years ago. A little twitch in his pants reminded him of her passionate love making last night.<br /><br />"Good luck, Honey. Knock'em dead!"<br /><br />Miriam blew her loving husband one last kiss before running out to their new Volvo XC90 that she normally ferried the kids around in. She was fortunate that there was a non-stop flight between Birmingham and Detroit, where JET's corporate office was located. Miriam took the mid-morning flight which got her in to Detroit before lunch. She would have one presentation this afternoon and the demonstration tomorrow afternoon. She was scheduled to leave late tomorrow afternoon. The attractive executive was wearing the outfit for this afternoon's presentation but she brought another outfit which was more casual for tomorrow's demonstration. The up and coming Designware had the policy of letting their VP's and above fly first class. Miriam knew that her company was hurting for new business and money but she enjoyed flying first class so much that she didn't hesitate to buy the ticket. She put the cost of the ticket on her own credit card which was the normal company procedure. The employees would submit an expense report after the trip that was then reimbursed fairly quickly.<br /><br />Normally, Miriam didn't drink during the business day but she was very excited and thought that a drink might help calm her nerves. She had taken an amphetamine tablet earlier today. That helped her bring her enthusiasm level to the next level. She liked what she was doing but there were pressures at both work and home that sometimes seemed unbearable. That little green and white pill not only helped her get through the day, it also helped with her weight control. It was 'Mommy's Little Helper.'<br /><br />That Bloody Mary with breakfast on the jet and the coffee with Bailey's afterwards was just what the doctor ordered to calm her nerves. The trim Miriam didn't need lunch as she hailed a taxi to take her directly to her hotel. JET's office building was just a few short blocks away so she didn't need a rental car for such a short overnight business trip. If they won the contract, Miriam would spend more time in Detroit with their new client and get some time to do some sightseeing. Her husband was interested in coming with her some time in the future as he always talked about cars and wanted to see where they were made.<br /><br />Miriam checked into her hotel, freshened up from her flight and made her way to JET's office. As she walked to their building for her appointment, the attractive blonde turned many a man's head and most of them were black. It seemed to her that they weren't shy about looking at her. She felt kind of tingly down deep inside her belly by their blatant stares of longing and desire. At home, blacks didn't look at her like fresh meat. Growing up, she had led a fairly-sheltered life. She didn't attend integrated schools until she went to high school. As a popular cheerleader, many of the Negro football players would ask her for a date. Miriam refused them all as she knew her racist daddy would either dis-own her or even kill her if she ever went out with one of those 'darkies,' as her father still called them.<br /><br />Miriam and Maurice both liked Birmingham and had moved there to raise their family. The population of Birmingham is about a quarter of a million with about seventy-five percent black. Out in the suburbs where they lived, most of their neighbors were white and middle to upper-class. Not too unlike Birmingham, million person-Detroit had a Negro percentage of its population in the lower eighty-percent range. Most of the white collar-workers were indeed white to match their collars, however, JET Magazine, on the other hand, was black owned and its employees were one-hundred percent black. If this had been a 'white-owned' magazine, Jesse Jackson would have been crying racially-oriented discrimination.<br /><br />As it was, the potential bidders waited in the magazine's reception area until their turn was called to make their sales pitch to JET's senior management. Miriam was amazed to see that all of the five other potential contractors had at least one very attractive blonde on its sales team. She waited patiently until her turn was called. Miriam didn't realize that JET Magazine catered to an all-black subscriber base. She had heard about the magazine before but had never read it before. The thought occurred to her that she should have done more research into JET's market. Even though, JET was all black, her presentation was suited to any type of magazine, except pornographic ones. Her product could even be easily customized for the lucrative porno market but Miriam wouldn't allow her company to be sullied by that reputation.<br /><br />The attractive blonde read several back issues of JET magazine. As it turned out, Designware was the last company to make a presentation that afternoon. It appeared to Miriam that her presentation on the company's capabilities was well received by JET's management team. They were all very attentive. All of JET's black executives seemed to dwell on her every word. Their eyes roamed over all parts of her body. She didn't realize it but one of the big buttons at the top of her dress had inadvertently come undone. That little slip helped seal the deal as it exposed the cleavage and swell of her magnificent breasts. The executives liked what they heard and saw. Her competitors' previous presentations were not made by the women they brought along as eye-candy. Miriam did. She had the entire package; blonde good looks, womanly charm and the thorough knowledge of her company's capabilities. She didn't know it at the time but her presentation was more than enough to win the lucrative JET contract.<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Miriam went back to her hotel after the presentation. She called her husband. He was just fixing their children some macaroni and cheese, their favorite meal. It was also easy for Maurice to prepare as it came in a box and was quick to fix.<br /><br />The attractive blonde wife spoke to each child, kissed them good-night over the phone and told them, "Mommy loves you, Sweetie." Maurice told his wife that he already missed her. This was the first time that she had ever been away from home all by herself. It would certainly not be the last.<br /><br />After not having eaten all day since breakfast, Miriam was famished. She considered staying in and calling room service but she decided against it. She did want to just watch TV reruns; she wanted to be with real people. The pretty blonde wife and mother took off her constricting pantyhose to be more comfortable and undid her shoulder-length blonde hair. She ran a brush though her gorgeous hair and applied a fresh coat of lipstick.<br /><br />The hotel had a nice restaurant that was fairly crowded. Miriam ordered a glass of her favorite white wine to unwind after a stressful day. Her salad came a little while later. She ordered a second glass of wine. She normally didn't have two glasses but she felt very confident on her today's presentation. Besides, she was on expenses and she deserved another glass of wine.<br /><br />It was still early when she finished her meal. She only had the salad as took another upper before dinner and that suppressed her appetite. The night was young and she didn't want to just watch TV in her hotel room by herself. Miriam normally didn't go into bars without her husband, especially when she was by herself. The bar was next door to the restaurant and it seemed everyone was having a gay time there. She wandered in and took an empty seat at the bar. As a single woman, many of the men asked to by her a drink. She told them, "I'm waiting for my husband," and showed them her wedding rings. That seemed to take care of her being bothered by unwanted advances.<br /><br />Miriam had one glass of wine and then another. Even though her next JET appointment wasn't until tomorrow afternoon, she was about to leave and go on to bed when she heard a familiar voice.<br /><br />"Well, hello, Miriam. How is the pretty lady doing this evening?" She looked up to see one of JET's senior-level executives, Marcus Taylor smiling broadly at her.<br /><br />Marcus was a tall, athletic black fellow who played football at the University of Michigan. He would have been one of the first picks in the NFL, that was, until he was unnecessary-roughly tackled during the Ohio State football game. That ended his professional football dreams early. Fortunately, his grades in college were very good and went on to law school. Marcus was now JET's corporate attorney.<br /><br />"I'm doing very well this evening, thank you very much," the blonde beauty replied.<br /><br />"Very good. How about joining me over at my table for a drink?"<br /><br />Miriam was just about to refuse as she already had four glasses of wine this evening, two past her normal limit. She thought about telling him no but then she remembered Tom Simmons' words about doing whatever is needed in order to win the contract.<br /><br />Flirting with JET's corporate attorney and having one drink with him certainly wouldn't hurt Designware's chances of winning the much sought after and needed contract.<br /><br />"Sure, but just one. I think that I've had just about enough drinks for one evening."<br /><br />Marcus took the blonde beauty's hand in his and led her to a darkened booth near the back of the bar. He motioned Miriam to slip into the booth first. The Negro smiled when he saw her dress rise up her firm thigh and was awarded with a nice glimpse of her bare legs. He could help but grinning as he moved in beside the naive, lovely blonde beauty.<br /><br />The waiter brought them both another drink. This was now Miriam's fifth glass of wine on almost an empty stomach. She hadn't been this intoxicated since one of her husband's wild fraternity parties in college.<br /><br />Marcus was talking to her quietly about how she did such a fabulous presentation today all by herself. Miriam felt very good. She didn't object when Marcus put his muscular arm around her shoulders. She knew she should but she didn't. Miriam had never been unfaithful to her loving husband before. Now she was alone with a strange man, a black man at that. Her insides tingled. She had never felt this excited before with her own husband. Marcus must have been working his black magic on her.<br /><br />He was still whispering into her ear when she felt his warm hand on her bare thigh. Miriam quickly covered his roving black hand with hers to prevent him from going any further. That wasn't enough as she didn't put up much of a fight.<br /><br />Miriam's breathing came more rapidly as her heart raced in her chest. His dark hand was now all the way under her dress and his searching fingers now pushed the leg band of her silky French bikini panties aside. Miriam gasped as his strong finger probed her moist vagina. Marcus tweaked her erect clitoris, eliciting a moan of desire from her red lip-sticked lips.<br /><br />The blonde beauty swallowed hard and knew that she had to leave before anything happened to her fidelity.<br /><br />"I've got to be going," she barely whispered to him.<br /><br />"Okay, Honey, let me help you to your room."<br /><br />Miriam was too far gone to resist. Marcus helped her up and asked her for her keys. He smiled to himself when he saw her room number, four sixty-nine.<br /><br />It was close to midnight now as Marcus helped the almost limp blonde woman to the elevator. There was an elderly couple already in the elevator. Marcus could tell by the look on the old couple's face that they didn't like to see an attractive white woman with a black man but that sight became more and more frequent. The white woman was now liberated to choose her own lover thanks in part to the woman's lib movement.<br /><br />Marcus unlocked room 469. He locked the door and flipped the security latch after he helped Miriam into the room. He didn't want any interruptions.<br /><br />Miriam tried to resist as Marcus helped her undress for bed. He slipped off her shoes. Marcus loved the red polish on her pretty little toenails. The black executive began to unbutton the few remaining buttons that he hadn't already unbuttoned downstairs in the bar. Miriam tried to resist once again but soon her dress fell into a puddle around her trim ankles. The lovely blonde Vice-President of Graphic Design for Designware now stood in only her lacy black bra and panties before one of her newest clients.<br /><br />Marcus kissed the blonde's pretty neck as her reached behind her to unsnap her bra. In doing so, his massive erection pressed into her belly. Miriam swooned in his strong black arms as her breasts were bared. His thick lips traced its way down her chest until he took one of her erect nipples in his teeth and bit down softly. Miriam moaned in ecstasy. Marcus then moved down her firm belly, letting his probing tongue dip into the indention of her belly button. Miriam had a golden belly ring that he gently pulled at with his teeth.<br /><br />The blonde beauty had to put her hands on his strong shoulders for support. Soon his fingers drew her dampened panties down her smooth, firm thighs. Miriam stepped out of her panties as Marcus brought the fragrant article of feminine clothing up to his broad black nose to smell the excited essence of her womanhood. He put them into the back pocket of his trousers for a souvenir of tonight's seduction.<br /><br />A small amount of curly blonde pussy hair was all that stood between him and paradise. He buried his nose between her legs and found her excited, throbbing, blood-engorged clitoris. His searching tongue was like that of a snakes tongue darting in and out of his mouth sending shivers of pent-up, lustful excitement up and down her spine. Miriam was so weak in the knees that she had to sit down on the edge of the bed or completely fall over. She spread her legs slightly to allow the Negro cunnilinguist easier access to her flowing feminine nectar. Her hands went to the short, kinky afro-hair on his bobbing head to pull him ever closer to her lust-incited, wanton blonde pussy. Miriam's husband had wanted to go down on her on several occasions but she had always refused his 'going down' on her advances. She experienced her first true orgasm when his long middle finger found her G-spot. The pretty blonde wife and mother had always faked her orgasms with her husband.<br /><br />Marcus got up from between her beautiful, widespread legs. He had been the first black man for many a white woman and he loved initiating as many of them as he could. His idol was Wilt Chamberlain, the famous Negro professional basketball player, who claimed to have bedded more than twenty-thousand women, most of them white. He was known as 'Wilt the Stilt' by his many lady friends. He had quite the 'stilt' between his muscular black legs and he knew how to use it! So did Marcus.<br /><br />The black lawyer looked down at the highly aroused blonde wife. He was going to enjoy introducing her to BBC, big black cock. Marcus kicked off her shoes and quickly pulled off his socks. As he unbuttoned his black silk shirt, Miriam's eyes feasted on his rippling black muscles. The former football player made it to the gym on a regular basis and hadn't lost much of his muscle tone.<br /><br />Soon his broad black chest was bared before her eyes. Her pretty blue eyes were now riveted on his mid-section. Marcus slowly unzipped his trousers letting the arousal and anticipation build in the lovely blonde wife. She felt his cock boring into her tummy earlier this evening but she wasn't prepared for the huge, black, one-eyed monster that was pointing towards the ceiling.<br /><br />"Ohmigawd!" Miriam gasped. She had hoped it was true what she had heard about black men and it was true at least in the case of the manhood that stood erect between her wide spread legs. It was much larger than her husband's dick had ever been. She almost swooned at the thought of that massive amount of proud African cock soon parting her vagina like Moses did to the Red Sea. <br />Miriam quivered in wanton anticipation as Marcus hovered over her. He bent down and kissed her sweet lips as their tongues began its time-honored mating ritual.<br /><br />The black man was the first to break the kiss. Miriam was panting her excitement as Marcus whispered in her ear, "Put it in for me, Honey."<br /><br />The pretty blonde wife reached between her spread thighs and found his throbbing male member. The big black cock seemed too hot to handle. It also seemed much larger than she seen just moments before.<br /><br />"Be gentle with me, please," was all she could moan as the proud African cock speared its way deep inside her waiting pussy. Miriam had another orgasm. She had never felt this way before with her own husband. Marcus worked inch after agonizing inch into her constricted opening.<br /><br />"Relax, Honey," he whispered to her. "Open up and let me come inside."<br /><br />She did. Miriam couldn't believe that she had taken the entire length and breadth of his mighty black cock. Her thighs grasped his thrusting hips as they beat out a jungle rhythm of their own as they danced as one. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss like she had never known before.<br /><br />It seemed like hours but it was probably only mere minutes as their arms and legs held on to each other for dear life. Miriam had multiple orgasms and her feminine juices allowed Marcus to penetrate her much deeper that she had ever experienced before. All of the power of the black man welled up in Marcus as his cock thrust deep inside her resisting passage. It erupted like Mount Vesuvius and sprayed molten lava deep into her unprotected womb. Sensations as bright as fireworks went off inside Miriam's pretty little blonde head as she came in unison with her new Negro lover.<br /><br />The newest inductee to interracial sex enjoyed getting fucked three more times that night. Miriam took Marcus in her mouth and he quickly became recharged and ready to go again. If one could wear out a pussy, Marcus just about wore out the pretty blonde wife's in just one night. Later he rode her like the bitch in heat that she was and fucked her from behind, doggie-style. Another time, he wet his finger with her own juices and slipped a finger deep inside her cherry anus. He would show her the pleasures of anal sex some other time. For now, he was showing what a black man could do with some tight, white pussy.<br /><br />*******<br /><br />The sleeping beauty was awakened the next morning by a knock on the door. "Housekeeping," the female voice said. She heard the sound of the key in the door. It took Miriam a moment to realize that she had slept until almost noon. She threw a robe over her nakedness and hurried to the door to intercept the maid.<br /><br />"Aren't you checking out today," inquired the Spanish woman.<br /><br />"When is check out?" Miriam asked her.<br /><br />"One o'clock, Ma'am," was the heavily accented reply.<br /><br />"Okay, give me an hour to get ready and dress. I'll check out at one."<br /><br />"Okay, Ma'am. I'll come back then." The maid was gone.<br /><br />Miriam turned back towards the bedroom and was amazed at the condition of her bed. The bed sheets were all tangled and it look like gallons and cum were all over the place. Her memories flooded back to last night and she flushed. There was even that now ever-present familiar tingling between her legs as she felt more of the black man's copious semen dribble out of her well-stretched pussy. Would her husband ever forgive her wifely indiscretions?<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Fortunately, her next appointment wasn't until three o'clock so she was afforded the luxury in time to take a long, warm bubble bath. Her wicked thoughts returned to the previous night as her finger found her ever-erect clitoris. She gasped when she realized that she had never brought herself off like this before. Miriam had turned wicked in only one day. Actually, it was one night.<br /><br />Miriam finished dressing and packed. Today, she wore a navy blue skirt with a frilly white blouse; Navy leather high-heeled pumps were on her size four feet. She didn't bother to wear pantyhose today. Instead of pearls, she wore gold today in anticipation of 'winning' the gold by getting awarded the coveted contract with JET Magazine. She wore gold hoops ear rings that dangled above her shoulders and were partially hidden by her lustrous, long blonde hair. It was a slender gold serpentine necklace that adorned her slim neck with a matching bracelet thin gold bracelet on her wrist. There was a gold anklet that was with the set that her husband had given her for their tenth wedding anniversary. Miriam didn't normally wear anklets but today she decided to. It made her feel even sexier than she already looked. A quick application of make-up complimented her natural beauty. The pretty blonde wife sprayed her favorite perfume, White Shoulders, behind her ears. She couldn't believe it herself when she spayed some between the cleavage of her breasts. The she wickedly lifted her skirt and sprayed some more between her heated thighs. Maybe one might not smell that she was still in heat, especially after last night.<br /><br />Miriam was about to leave when there was a knock at the door. She expected to see the maid again but this time it was one of the bellboys with a vase of two-dozen gorgeous red roses. They most have been from her husband she initially thought to herself. She tipped the bellboy and thanked him with a smile. She tore open the attached card fully expecting it to be congratulations from her husband, however, it read, "Thanks for a wonderful evening!" and was signed, "Love, Marcus."<br /><br />"Omigawd," she thought to herself. Miriam had to sit down her heart was fluttering so.<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Miriam checked out of her hotel room just before one PM and asked the Concierge to keep her overnight bag until later that afternoon before leaving for the airport.<br /><br />The older black Concierge smiled at the lovely blonde woman. He loved it when he saw the nipple poking through a sheer blouse worn by an attractive white woman. His big old black cock came to life in his trousers. He wished he was a few years younger and he would be chasing that good-looking white pussy. As it was, he only had fond memories of those mighty good times when he actually caught some.<br /><br />There were no other people in the reception area except for the pretty black receptionist. She showed Miriam into the conference promptly at three o'clock.<br /><br />Everybody was all smiles. All she saw was white teeth and black faces. Miriam opened her laptop and connected it to the digital projector. She went through her demonstration in fifteen minutes.<br /><br />At the conclusion of her presentations, she smiled at her potential clients and thanked them for their time.<br /><br />Mr. Willie Turner, the head of the group of black executives, said a few closing remarks.<br /><br />"Ms. Smith," he started. "We have been very impressed with your company and all of your abundant capabilities. We believe that you will serve JET's interests best and are awarding Designware the contract. I would like for you to be my guest at a celebratory dinner this evening at my home. Can you make it, my Dear?"<br /><br />Miriam knew she had reservations for six PM on the last flight this evening back to Birmingham.<br /><br />"I don't know," she hesitantly replied. "I'm supposed to go home to my husband and children this evening. Besides, I don't have any clothes to wear."<br /><br />"That's alright, my Dear," the older black executive said. "Just go ahead and call your husband. Tell him you won the contract but have to stay here for the weekend and brief other members of the management team. Here's my American express card. Go buy yourself some new clothes. Pick out something sexy, okay? I'll have my limo pick you up at seven PM at your hotel."<br /><br />Miriam called her boss and excitedly told him they won the contract with JET Magazine. She also told him that she had to stay the weekend to review the contract with other members of JET's management team and wouldn't be back in the office until Monday afternoon. He wished her every success and good luck as she needed to seal the deal.<br /><br />She then called her husband and apologized to him about not being there for him this weekend. Maurice said it would be alright with him and the children if she had to stay in Detroit and work the weekend. He would just take the kids to the zoo on Saturday instead of playing his usual round of golf.<br /><br />Miriam went on a shopping spree with ole man Turner's credit card. She made a point of stopping off at Victoria's Secret for some 'special' clothing.<br /><br />The attractive blonde wife looked stunning when she exited the limo at Mr. Turner's massive estate in the secluded suburbs of Detroit. He knew he had a 'keeper' to take care of his management team. Dinner was fabulous. Miriam was the dessert. The elder Negro not only fucked his newest contractor in the 'missionary' position but he also turned her as he wanted to take her virginal rectum. She screamed bloody murder when he stuck it to her. He just about 'wrecked' her rectum with his massive black cock but it was an experience that Miriam will never, ever forget. She didn't think that she would enjoy anal intercourse as much as she did!<br /><br />*******<br /><br />Each of JET's Board of Directors got an equal opportunity to sample her feminine charms that weekend. Miriam never had so much big black cock stuffed into her accommodating pussy in such a short time. She looked forward to her next meeting in Detroit with Designware's newest client. On several occasions, Marcus even reciprocated, if that's what you call it, and made the trip to see her in the Birmingham office. They spent the night together on those occasions as she told her cuckolded husband that she had to work late again that night and not to wait up for her. She really did have to work as in Marcus worked her tight, little sweet pussy over and over again.<br /><br />Miriam even began to look at black men in a different light now. Before she had spurned their advances like any other reputable Southern Belle would do. Now she saw that it was her duty - no her obligation - to offer her body to Negroes as partial restitution for all of the pain, torture and suffering that the white man had rained down upon the black man. She encouraged other of her pretty white friends to be more receptive of those lusting stares from black men.<br /><br />To top it all off, Mr. Simmons even gave her a big bonus for her efforts in winning the lucrative design contract with JET. She certainly earned each and every penny of it, many times over!<br /><br />The important sales presentation certainly changed Miriam's life forever!Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-48633731547874939372008-02-05T03:32:00.000-08:002008-02-05T03:33:00.416-08:00BBW likes Black up her white assI'm addicted to anal sex. There, I said it. Who am I? Sharon Baxter, formerly of Texas and currently of Massachusetts. I'm a big gal from Amarillo, who just moved to Boston. Back at Amarillo, I was a community college professor. These days, I'm somewhat retired. I own a nice house in the big city and I am now dedicated to fun. By fun, I mean picking up sexy studs and occasionally gals for fun. I'm a big woman who is happy and comfortable with herself. Hell, I'll break a female commandment and tell you my weight. I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds. I am also sexually adventurous and not ashamed of it at all. Hell, I'm proud.<br /><br />I stand six feet tall, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I'm part Irish and part Mexican. My skin is light bronze. I'm pretty in the face, with a thick body. My breasts are large and firm. My hips are wide and my butt is big. I've got the biggest ass you've ever seen on a white chick. A plump bubble butt. That butt loves to have fun. It attracted the attention of a tall, good-looking black stud named Trevor a few nights ago. Trevor was this sexy stud I saw dancing at a club. He looked so damn hot. Even though he was there with his girlfriend, some skinny black chick, I put the moves on him. He responded. We got to talking. He was a student at the Boston Institute of Technology. I'd never heard about the school and asked him about it.<br /><br />I loved listening to Trevor as he talked. He was a sophomore at Boston Tech. Apparently, the establishment was a small, four-year private technical college with only about five thousand students. They recently built themselves an Athletic Department. According to Trevor, the Boston Institute of Technology Department of Athletics sponsored Men's Intercollegiate Baseball, Basketball, Badminton, Tennis, Golf, Soccer, Cross Country, Football, Swimming, Lacrosse, Ice Hockey, Wrestling, Water Polo, Rugby and Volleyball. They also offered Women's Varsity Basketball, Softball, Field Hockey, Volleyball, Ice Hockey, Rugby, Equestrian, Swimming, Soccer, Cross Country, Wrestling, Tennis, Golf, Badminton and Lacrosse. As a former college instructor, I was impressed. The school offered twenty two varsity sports.<br /><br />I wasn't surprised when Trevor told me that he was a running back on the Football team. I've always had a thing for these gridiron studs. Yeah, I was feeling him and he was feeling me. What should we do about that? His girlfriend got disgusted with my flirting and left. He ignored her. I told him to meet me near the ladies room. His girlfriend got ticked off but I didn't care. It's not my fault if she's an ugly bitch. Good riddance! Trevor and I started dancing. He had his hands all over my plump ass. I love black men. They love a big butt. That's cool with me because nature blessed me in that area. I'm a big-booty white chick and I am proud!<br /><br />Yeah, Trevor and I went into the ladies room. I locked the door and we had our fun. We kissed, and I felt up that sexy body of his. He was seriously hard. I got on my knees and unzipped his pants. Out came his twelve-inch black cock. Uncut. I couldn't believe the size of him. Damn, he was fine. Trevor grinned and told me that he was a Haitian stud. Apparently, all Haitian studs were well-endowed. I grinned. Damn, the dude's got sexual powers. And I wanted to experience them. So I sucked on his cock like there was no tomorrow. He thrust his cock down my throat. I love sucking on his gigantic prick. It was so wonderfully long and thick. When he came, I drank his cum. I loved sucking the cum out of his cock. Trevor sighed in pleasure. I licked him clean. Then, I looked up at him. What should we do next?<br /><br />Trevor told me he wanted to tap my fat ass. I grinned. I love getting fucked that way. Just thinking about it usually gets my pussy wet. I got down on my hands and knees and spread my plump butt cheeks wide open. Trevor thankfully had some lube handy. He smeared some on his cock and applied it on my ass as well. Without further ado, he pressed his cock against my backdoor and pushed. I winced as his cock slid into my asshole. I've been fucked in the ass before. And I'm proud to say that I am one of those women who love it. I love getting fucked in the ass. It feels really good. However, when Trevor thrust his twelve inches into my tight asshole, I screamed. I am not going to lie. It really hurt. Even with the lube. His cock felt huge inside my asshole. I mean more than huge. I mean, it filled up my asshole completely. It reached bottom and had no place to go. I couldn't scream. I couldn't gasp. I could only open my mouth, yet no sounds came out. Except maybe a tiny whimper. Trevor grabbed my hips and slammed his cock into me. He rammed it home. Deep down where the sun didn't shine. Into the forbidden depths of my asshole. And I was loving it. Hell, I loved getting fucked in the ass by his gigantic black cock so much that if loving it was wrong I didn't want to be right. I wanted him to tear my asshole apart with his super-sized black dick. And he did. He slammed me so hard that for several lust-filled, confused moments, I forgot which way was up. It was that good. He continued to fuck me until he finally came, sending his hot cum deep inside my asshole. I screamed so loud that I'm pretty sure the entire club heard me, even over the loud music. Who gives a fuck, though?<br /><br />Man, that was the bomb! Slowly, Trevor squeezed his cock out of my asshole. I winced again. Damn, that was fun! He looked at me, smiling. I smiled too. This had to be the butt fuck of the century! Trevor helped me up. We readjusted our clothes. We left the bathroom together. Some females were waiting and looked mad. We ignored them. Trevor and I smirked. Who gives a fuck about them? We had our fun. That's all that matters. I waved Trevor goodbye, then went back into the dancing crowd.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-18943026969955459902008-02-05T03:19:00.000-08:002008-02-05T03:20:09.188-08:00Why black men love white womenWhy Black Men Love White Women<br /><br /><br />I guess it had to be written someday. The world's greatest taboo. And I would be the woman given the task to prove it. That's okay. I've always been the kind of woman who rises to meet a challenge. Inquiring minds want to know why so many Black men are dating White women as opposed to Black women. Many sociological and cultural experts clash on the answers to these questions. Well, I happen to know the answer. My name is Elisabeth O'Braonain. I'm an Irishwoman living in Boston. My profession is that of secretary. My hobby is stealing Black men from Black women.<br /><br />How do I do it? It's so easy, really. The average Black man living in America has many factors working against him. In all likelihood, he comes from a relatively poor background. His father was most likely not around, for a variety of reasons. Maybe the father was a deadbeat. Or maybe he was unprepared for fatherhood. Or maybe the most likely instance is that the man wanted to be with his offspring but the woman vindictively prevented him from spending time with them. That's Parental Alienation Syndrome and it's rampant in America, especially the Black community.<br /><br />The average Black man really doesn't need the kind of woman who's always on his case all the time. Actually, no man does. A man wants a woman who's loving, loyal and supportive. Most men can only dream about such a woman in today's world. Man-haters are common and decent, loving and supportive women are becoming increasingly rare. Especially in the Black community. The average Black woman has a deep hatred of the Black man. She hates him more than those racist Southern matriarchs do. Of course, Black men aren't perfect. Black women aren't perfect either. Yet the Black females think they're goddesses and that Black men are the scum of the universe. That's not true. There are plenty of educated, decent and good-natured Black men out there. But the Black women don't give them a chance. They see all Black men as collectively guilty of being wicked. They're found guilty without trial or jury. Because when it comes to everything having to do with the Black man, Black women see themselves as Judge, Jury and Executioner. And that's just not right.<br /><br />Is it any wonder then that scores of Black men from all walks of life are trying their luck with women of other races? There have always been issues between men and women. Disagreements, arguments and misunderstandings. And it's always going to be that way. It doesn't matter if you're a Black male dating a White female, a Hispanic female, an Asian female, a Middle-Eastern female or a Black female. There will be misunderstandings, confusion and heartache. It's part of the human condition. However, Black women's habit of blaming everything wrong under the sun is what has driven the Black men away from their beds, hearts and minds. Their I'm-always-right mindset is terrifying for anyone, let alone a man whom the entire world seems to be against from day one. A lot of Black women wonder if Black men still love them. The truth is that Black men never stopped loving Black women. Black women stopped loving Black men. That's why they're looking for love, companionship and even friendship elsewhere.<br /><br />Well, since the Black women of the world don't seem to appreciate the sexy and handsome Black men of the world, I'll take them for myself. I don't always get along with anyone, male or female, Black or White. But I consider it a part of basic human decency to give a person the benefit of the doubt until he or she proves that they're scum. As for the Black men I meet, they're just people. Good, bad, and every shade in between. It's wrong for anyone to put them all in the same category. They're not all bad. They're human beings. Some of them are lawyers, doctors, policemen, athletes and entertainers. They're good men with needs and desires, just like everybody else. They're people, and should be treated as such. That's my view of Black men. I guess you could say that I'm a fan of theirs. I respect and even admire them as people. Just look at all the good-looking, charming and successful Black men in Hollywood, the National Football League, the National Basketball Association and Corporate America. How can anyone doubt their potential or lump them all in the same negative category? Yeah, that's what I thought.<br /><br />Now, I must tell you about my personal hobby. The Seduction of Black men. I have it down to a science. The Black man needs a lot of sex and some love, too. What he doesn't need is attention from racist cops, angry Black women, and obnoxious judges. What he wants above all else is acceptance. Whoever the Black man in question is, he's looking for acceptance. Quite often the Black man has done a lot. He's been a good father to his offspring. A positive influence in the lives of his family members. A hard-worker with strongs ethic at whatever his profession happens to be. He can be a cab driver, lawyer, sportsman, judge, artist, painter, writer or musician and still feel unfulfilled. The world looks at Black men differently from other men. It's just a fact of life.<br /><br />Black men are worshiped as star athletes and stellar actors but they also get disgraced by a world that expects the majority of them to be nothing more than criminals. Teachers expect Black male students to be troublemakers rather than academic luminaries. Corrections officers and police officers expect them to be miscreants. Judges expect them to be mindless brutes. Black women expect them to be worse than all of the above combined. The scum of the universe. The Black man is often made to feel like no matter what he does, he'll always be less than others. Society brands him a troublemaker. He fights to overcome that stereotype. He works harder than everyone else. He fights harder than everyone else. Yet he is made to feel like he is less. People lower their eyes when he walks by on the sidewalk. Or they stare at him in undisguised hostility when they feel strong enough to do it. The Black man does everything yet the world says it's never enough. He has a curse that he can never live down. Such pressure the Black man carries on his shoulders. He needs to be relieved of his burdens. That's where I come in.<br /><br />I approach the Black men I meet as my sexy, unassuming yet charming self. A five-foot-nine, curvy, blonde-haired, green-eyed Irishwoman. I don't let them approach me. I approach them. And when we talk, I'm charming and sweet. Not in a fake way. Like all those white chicks I meet in America. But in a real way. The Black men can tell, and they appreciate it. I'm honest with them. And I honestly want to get to know them better. Oh, and when we go out, I insist on either paying myself or going Dutch. I don't treat the Black man as my personal bank account. A lot of Black women have a BAP complex. They see themselves as Black American Princesses. They're spoiled. And they have a sense of entitlement. They see the world as belonging to them and Black men as their property. They see this as their right as Black women. No man, Black or White, straight or gay, is anyone's property. Slavery was abolished in the 1860s. It's illegal to own a man.<br /><br />The Black men I date aren't my property. They're men. Human beings of the male persuasion. I respect them as men. They respect me as a woman. Race doesn't factor into how I see them. I kiss my black boyfriends in public and hold hands with them. I make love to them passionately. I give myself to them heart, body and soul. I hold nothing back. I share all I am with them. I give them my love freely, and access to my body and spirit. And they share with me their hopes and dreams, their hidden fears. And I am grateful for that. It's a blessing, to be able to share yourself completely with another person. It's a gift from the heavens. I love Black men. They've got a friend in me. And I will never cease to be their friend and lover. No matter what happens to me. Until I turn to ash.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-11769253269230568272008-02-05T00:09:00.000-08:002008-02-05T00:32:12.810-08:00Sharon submits to her black son-in-lawMy mind flashed back to the first time I meet Kim's parent, just seeing her mom made me hard, I had many a night fantasy's of her in my bed while jacking off. The touch of her hand on my leg jolted me back to reality, which made me jump, Sharon giggled and said, "You were remembering jacking off to me, weren't you?" The lustful look in my eyes told her what she wanted to know and her hand found that she still could make me hard as it slid up my leg to find my growing cock buried within my jeans. Sharon took control and undid my belt and zipper slowly pulling my jeans down and off. Its okay I have fingered myself many nights wondering what your big black dick would feel like inside of me. Wishing I was Kim and it was me being fucked by that big dick of yours. My cock made a tent out of my boxers and this brought a smile the Sharon's face. I sat up and finished my drink then pulled my shirt off tossing it to the floor. Sharon downed her drink as well then stepping back she took my glass and hers and headed to the bar. The sight of her made me even harder if that was possible.<br /><br />Before she returned with our drinks Sharon turned on some music, it was soft blues/jazz and sounded great, returning to the couch she sat the drinks down on the table and started to do a slow dance in front of me. With her eyes closed she swayed back and forth as her hands caressed her body rubbing her hips raising the night gown to expose her thigh moving up to her breast's playing with her nipples making then stand out hard. I could not take anymore teasing, I started to stand up and Sharon opened her eyes and as quick as I had seen anyone move she placed her bare foot on my chest pushing me back down onto the couch.<br /><br />Sharon looked at me and waved her finger at me saying, "Not yet lover!" She went on with her dance and began to do a striptease for me. She rubbed her hands across her tits and the lower to her pussy rubbing her satin gown against her folds. Slowly moving her hands back up taking time to glide across her body she reached up and lowered the straps from her nightgown letting it slip down catching on her hard nipples. Sharon looked me in the eye while she licked her lips and she liked what she saw. My eyes gleamed with lust and my cock was fully hard all 10inches of cock was ready to go as it was pushing through my boxers. She then gave a quick shake letting the gown fall to the floor exposing her tits and thong. I had always know that she had a boob job and maybe that was part of my lust for her, but when I saw them out in the open I could not believe just how hot they looked, I just wanted to jump up and suck them, Sharon had other ideas.<br /><br />She stepped right up in front of me, so I sat up and placed my hands on her thighs then looking up into her eyes I hooked a finger into her thong and gently pulled it down and off helping her step out of it. Her pussy was in full view and eye level and dam did it look good. She was shaven but for a tuff of fur just at the top to tickle ones nose and her pussy lips were puffy and wet showing she was ready for sex. I reached around to cup her firm ass and pulled her closer to my face going right for her clit sucking it hard and fast, flicking my tongue over it. She was so wet I had not trouble pushing a finger into her pussy while I sucked her clit. I felt her knees buckle as she gripped my shoulders for support, and with the pussy cream running down my hand and face I knew I had made her cum.<br /><br />Sharon collapsed on the couch be side me which gave me the perfect chance to fondle and suck her delicious tits, this brought her back to life. She pulled my body closer to her so she could pull my boxers of, as she did my cock caught in the waistband and sprang up slapping hard against her tits. Sharon gasped damn I have never seen a dick that big, gripping my cock she said, "I can see now why Kim screams with so much pleasure, are all you black guys this big I smiled and yes and many much bigger than my little 10inches. she said loud gotta damn 10inches is more than this old white pussy has ever had in it!" She started to stroke my length with one hand and cupped my swelling balls with the other, and then slowly started licking the head. I could see the pre-cum trail from the tip of my cock to her lips as she backed off to lick them clean. That was when she took me into her mouth and down her throat and held me there, something Kim could never do. I almost shot my load right then, but Sharon knew how to pinch me off and stop me from cumming too soon. As she pulled off and gasped for air she stroked my saliva coated black cock, looking up into my eyes with a lustful look she said, "Cum for me now!" Then sank her mouth back down on my cock sucking me hard while stroking me. This time she did not stop me, she wanted my cum so I gave it to her. I felt my balls clinch and the cum burst from my cock and down her throat, she did not miss a beat; she just sucked harder and stroked faster until I was done. It was then she slowed to more of a soft massage and licking me clean.<br /><br />Sharon sat back and licked her lips savoring the taste of my cum as she looked at me with that lustful gaze. She motioned to our drinks and knew what she wanted right away; I knew I could use a drink right then. As Sharon sat up I handed her a drink and picked mine up and was about to take a drink when Sharon stopped me with a toast, "Here's to a long awaited night for the both of us." With that she clinked our glasses and downed her drink, so I did the same. She took my glass and sat it on the table with hers and as she turned her gaze went right to my cock, this brought a smile to her face, I was still hard. "She could shocked to see that my cock was still hard. No white man has ever remained hard after a bliew him, damn this dick of yours is certainly going to be keeping both the white women in this house very happy.I need you to lick my pussy some more to get me ready so you can fuck me, with that big black dick of yours damn I can't believe I'm about to put 10inhces of dick into my little tight pussy!" My eyes got wide and my dick twitched, I thought we were done, but Sharon was just getting started.<br /><br />Sharon positioned herself on the couch on her knees upon the arm of the couch with her body face down on the cushions, this left her feet hanging of in the air and her ass and pussy spread open and ready. I stepped behind her and took time to enjoy the view; slowly working a finger along her slit I could see a bead of juice trickle out. Catching it with my finger I brought it to my lips to enjoy the taste, it was then I went for the gold. Gripping both ass cheeks I spread her open and plunged in face first, literally my nose was in her ass and tongue in her pussy. I lapped away at her for some time, which drove her crazy, so I thought I would go one more by fingering her pussy and licking her asshole. As I slid my fingers into her soaked pussy hole I eased back with my face then dove back in pushing my tongue right into her tight ring. Sharon let out a yell then I felt her pussy contract then gush on my hand, I held my position slowing my movements until she had stopped twitching with her orgasm.<br /><br />I stood up and nudged the head of my cock to her throbbing lips, not giving her a rest and pushed in, Sharon let out a deep moan as I penetrated her tight pussy walls. (I did not think of it at the time but she was as tight at her age as Kim was!) The position she was in on the couch was perfect for us both; she pushed back as I pushed forward, slamming into each other harder and faster as we got into a rhythm. Making it easier for to take all 10inches I was hitting this bitches back wall and she was coming and I was fucking loving this shit. I was not only fucking the daughter but now I was going to fuck and own the mother as well. I love white women. Sharon started to wail and moan louder. Sharon started to really scream now and talking so dirty saying, "YES! Fuck me! Fuck me harder, Fuck the shit out of my white ass with that big black cock of yours!" Her pussy was so wet I could feel her cream running down over my big hanging black balls of which increased the slapping sound as they bounced off her thighs.<br /><br />Sharon had talent, I could feel her working my cock with her muscles and I could not believe how great it felt. I must have been doing pretty good myself, soon Sharon let out a low guttural moan that sounded like it came from a horror movie, that was when Sharon said, "Oh God, I'm cuminggggggg!" I felt her pussy clinch hard on my cock but I still kept pumping, then I felt her gush all over the both of us. That was when I slowed my pace and took long slow strokes in and out of her pussy as her orgasm continued until it was done and she fell face forward onto the couch panting heavily. I looked at my hard cock of which was dripping with Sharon's cum and then I looked at the couch, it too was soaked with cum. <br /> "Oh No lover, we are not done yet!" Then dropping to her knees she took me into her mouth and sucked me back to life. While she did she maneuvered me to the couch and pushed me down so I was lying on my back with my feet on the floor. She now had me hard again and ready to go, that was when Sharon surprised me, she asked "Have you every fuck anyone in the ass?" She did not wait for a reply, she just turned her back to me as she straddled me, gripping my cock and guided it into her ass as she slowly sat down on it. Little did she know I had already taken her daughter Kim's ass cherry some time ago<br /><br />Sharon was in control and worked my cock with her tight muscles, I gripped her ass cheeks and helped her as she raised and lowered herself on me. I could not believe how hot it felt again these are the reasons why I love white women so much, much tighter then her pussy, but more friction; it did not take long until she had me ready to cum. As I started to moan more Sharon could tell I was close, that was when she said, "Yes baby, cum for me, fill my ass fill!" She increased her grinding and bouncing until I was about to cum, that was when she laid her body back on top of my chest grabbing my hands and bringing them to grip her tits. And I did jus that; I filled my hands with her tits and started pumping her from below shooting a huge load into her tight ass. Sharon pulled off, as I was still cumming, she dropped to the floor to catch the rest on her tits as she gripped my balls and sucked me clean making sure she had drained me.Sharon stood picking up our glasses and walked to the bar pouring us both another drink then walking back to me on the couch. I watched her the whole time admiring her tight firm body. Handing me my drink Sharon just smiled then said, "That was the best sex I have ever had, cheer's." We touched glasses and took a drink. Sharon then suggested that it was time to go to bed, she took my hand and led my up the stairs to my bedroom. <br /><br />I watched as she walked down the hall to her bedroom until I closed the door to mine. As I settled into my bed I took the last gulp of my drink and thought of what just happened. I felt my dick twitch and I knew I would be soon knocking on Sharon's door to have that slut fuck and suck my black cock again tonight and any damn time I wanted her cause she was mine and she would learn that very soon.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-22637647919780693352008-02-04T23:45:00.000-08:002008-02-05T00:03:37.708-08:00Willie brought the slut out in SusanWillie stood at the door to Ms. DiStephano's room for probably 30 seconds waiting for her to open the door. He almost knocked again when the door opened and he found himself looking at a beautiful woman who was just barely covered by a towel. His jaw dropped a little, then he recovered quickly and handed her the big FedEx box.<br /><br />Susan took the box and started to close the door when Willie stammered, "Uh, I need a signature."<br /><br />"Of course, come on in," Susan said as she tried to manage the box while keeping the towel from falling away from her breasts. She also knew that if she turned her back to him, he'd get a great look at the bottom of her ass, and even more if she bent over at all. Even as she processed all this, the new-found slut in her was getting a charge out of showing off a little for this really cute young black guy. So with a half smile on her face, she turned, walked slowly over to the bed and, bending over, gently placed the box on the bed. She straightened up and turned back to face a slightly flustered Willie who, Susan could see, was developing a nice bulge in the front of his pants.<br /><br />Susan walked back to Willie and this time deliberately got too close, maintaining eye contact. Smiling, she said, "You need me to sign something?"<br /><br />Willie was by now utterly flustered. He was pretty sure this woman knew what she was doing, but no matter, Willie was becoming immensely turned on and his rapidly growing cock was becoming uncomfortable in his pants.<br /><br />"I, uh, yeah. I mean, sign this please," Willie said as he handed her the delivery receipt.<br /><br />Susan felt a little bad about teasing the kid, but she couldn't resist. She turned her barely covered ass back to Willie and sauntered slowly back into the room to the credenza, where she bent over again, spread her legs just a little and this time took her time signing her name on the delivery receipt. She knew that this bellhop could see not only her ass, but since she spread her legs, had a great view of her pussy as well. A charge of excitement ran through her and her pussy was glistening with her juices, so much so, that she knew she just couldn't let this kid and his big hardon just walk out the door.<br /><br />For his part, Willie's fluster was turning into something else, something more primitive that he was struggling to control. Every other time in his life that he had seen a woman's wet pussy right there in front of him, he was getting ready to fuck her; and his cock was having trouble figuring out why this time should be any different. For as they say, Willie was thinking with his dick now – his little head instead of his big head – and while he knew nothing good could come from that, he was running on autopilot now.<br /><br />When Susan came back to him with the receipt and that little smirk on her face, it pushed him over the edge. He took the receipt in his left hand and with his right, reached around her and grabbed one cheek of her naked ass.<br /><br />At the same moment, Susan, herself on something like autopilot, reached out and grabbed the bulge in Willie's pants and squeezed. In the next instant, their lips locked in a passionate kiss and Willie picked her up and put her, none too gently, on the bathroom vanity that was outside the bathroom door, just to his left. Susan immediately started undoing the cumbersome buttons on Willie's uniform coat while Willie stripped the towel away and found a nipple with his mouth. Susan eventually got the coat undone and got Willie to stand while she pushed it back and off his shoulders. Willie dropped his pants in one motion, and Susan smirked and said oh my god they do come that big as she grabbed his big black cock in two hands.<br /><br />"My God, it's fucking huge," she said.<br /><br />Usually polite, Willie's autopilot was now talking for him, too. "Damn right, bitch, I guess you never had any black dick before today. Now suck it." He had an urge to control this white woman – this rich white slut who had come on to him.<br /><br />No one had ever called Susan a bitch before, at least not to her face. She was accustomed to being in charge, but the idea of this young black man telling her what to do appealed to the slut in her. She slipped off the countertop and slid to her knees in front of his 12 inch black cock and wondered how she was going to get it all into her mouth.<br /><br />She opened wide and tentatively slid the head into her mouth, thinking she would take a while to get accustomed to the size, when Willie grabbed her head with both hands and jammed his cock into her throat.<br /><br />"I said suck it, slut."<br /><br />Susan struggled for a minute with her gag reflex, but then moved her tongue forward and allowed his cock to slide down her throat. Willie was powerfully fucking her face while holding her head by a handful of hair on each side. It hurt a little, but just being under his control was making Susan squirm. Suddenly, Willie pulled out of her mouth, and put one foot up on Susan's big suitcase.<br /><br />"Lick my balls, bitch," Willie commanded, and Susan buried her face in his crotch and started licking. She took each testicle in her mouth and licked every inch of his sack as well as the patch of skin between his legs and his sack. Then, without any more prodding or direction from Willie, she licked her tongue under his ball sack and up toward his asshole. Meanwhile, her right hand found its way to her clit, and she began massaging it vigorously. As she licked, Willie kept up his verbal abuse, sensing that in some kinky way, this white woman loved being called names.<br /><br />"That's is bitch, lick my balls. Jesus, what a whore you are. You suck every black cock you see?"<br /><br />Susan could only mumble no since her mouth was full. But she was thinking if they were like this black dick she damn sure would be sucking black cock anytime and anywhere they wanted her white slut ass. " I think you love it, don't you bitch?"<br /><br />Unable to answer, Susan decided to prove he was right and at that moment rammed her tongue into Willie's asshole. Her right hand furiously worked at her clit while left grabbed his ass cheek and pulled it away to give her better access to his asshole.<br /><br />"Damn, tongue fuck me bitch. Yeah!" When Willie couldn't take it any more, he grabbed Susan by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Then he pushed on her back, between her shoulders, to bend her over. Then Willie buried his face in Susan's freshly shaved white pussy, sweet ass and started to eat her out. She spread her legs wide to give him better access and, still working her clit, she began to have one of the most powerful orgasms of her life. Her pussy was still spasming when Willie shoved his giant black tool home, all the way until his balls slapped against her in one, powerful motion. Susan gasped. She had never been filled so completely. Willie started in with long powerful strokes, which made Susan whimper. She couldn't quite describe the feeling, with its combination of discomfort from his big black cock stretching her out, a twinge of pain as the head of his cock bottomed out inside her, all mixed up with the most intense sexual high she had ever felt from the orgasms he was giving her. The fast his strokes the higher she got bring her one orgasm after another. She was working her way to another even more powerful orgasm, but in a way she was already in one continuous orgasm from the moment he entered her. The fact that he was fucking her absolutely without regard to her feelings or her pleasure, and taking her at this moment for his own satisfaction intensified her feelings. Never in her life had she been submissive in any way. But now, with a black man – little more than a boy, really – she was his willing white slut from this day forward his command was her will.<br /><br />Willie kept up his powerful strokes for maybe an hour and forty-five minutes before he could feel his own orgasm coming. The only thing he could think of was how he could totally own this bitch. So, just before he exploded in her, he pulled his cock out, grabbed her by the hair with his left hand and forced her roughly to her knees again as he took his cock in his right hand and with a couple of strokes started shooting his cum all over her face, into her eyes, up her nose, in her hair. The last two or three jets he put in her mouth.<br /><br />Both of them collapsed where they were, Susan leaning against the bathroom door and Willie against her big suitcase. Both of them were sweating profusely and gasping for air. As he came down from his high, Willie began to think again, and what he had just done appalled him.<br /><br />"God, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean... I didn't hurt you did I? Jesus, I've never done anything like that...<br /><br />Susan just laughed, realizing for the first time that Willie's animalistic tendencies had taken over during their fuck, and now he was feeling remorse.<br /><br />"Don't be ridiculous," she said. "That was the best fuck any man has ever given me, anytime you want to do that to me again your welcome to. You were an animal. And I mean that in a good way," she said. <br />"Oh, we can't have that," she said, and started quite deliberately to lick his cum off his face. Then, seeing a large drop on the top of his cock and oozing down the side, she bent down and took his semi-hard black cock in her mouth, licking it clean and sucking any remaining cum out of it.<br /><br />"I love your cock," she said. "By the way, my name is Susan."<br /><br />"I'm Willie, and if you keep sucking my cock like that your going to end up getting your little white ass fucked again." Susan looked up at him with a wicked grin and said since you put it like that I guess I'm going to have to be a bad little slut again and keep sucking on thie sweet black dick of yours and deal with whatever might cum from it. She smiled and went back to suck his cock.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-81492362989369273342008-02-03T00:45:00.000-08:002008-02-03T01:10:23.375-08:00Fay opened by DamionOh God, Fay thought, what on earth had possessed her to stare at this man, practically drooling on him. She didn’t want him to get the wrong idea. After all, he was a black man; not the kind of man you would want to take your virginity.… would you? She knew she would have to tread lightly; Damion was not a man to play games with.<br /><br />When Fay finally ventured from her room, Damion had left. All day long thoughts of Damion would intrude on her: Damion leaning over getting a beer from the fridge….Damion holstering his gun…..Damion stretching his long body like a sleek panther.<br /><br />Damn, she was acting like some bitch in heat. A warm sensation pooled between her legs with every thought of Damion. Fay squeezed her legs together, trying to will her feelings away. The day stretched long as she both dreaded and longed for his return.<br /><br />Around midnight, and one cold supper later, Fay fell asleep listening for Damion to return.<br /><br />Chapter 3<br /><br />Damion stayed away until he was sure that Fay would be asleep. He decided to find a nice white boy cop to take Fay off his hands. They had talked a little, and he knew she had been abused and kept prisoner. He knew her abuse wasn’t sexual, and had a sneaking hunch Fay was still a virgin. But damned if he was gonna ask her. The problem was that in the back of his mind he really wanted to find out the hard way. Fuck man, Damion thought, I do not need this complication in my life.<br /><br />Dog tired, he stripped naked and crawled into his bed and was asleep within seconds.<br /><br />Damion was harshly woken by the sound of Fay screaming. What the fuck? He was up and running instantly, reacting to a noise like a wailing banshee ripping through the apartment. Damion could feel the pain in her cries.<br /><br />When he got to her, Fay was thrashing around wildly in her bed. She was crying and trying to escape the tormentor in her mind. Damion pulled her close, holding her tight. “Hush baby girl, you’re alright Fay, ain’t nobody gonna hurt ya, Damion’s here,” he crooned softly in her ear. As Fay calmed down, Damion became aware of the state of her undress, of the T-shirt riding up her thighs, and her tight little bare ass on his naked lap.<br /><br />Fay came too with a feeling of incredible security, and warmth. Damion’s big arms encircled her, holding her on his lap. The warm feeling between her thighs was back. Suddenly Fay knew Damion was the one to truly make her a woman.<br /><br />Damion‘s lips brushed Fay’s forehead as she turned her tear streaked face to his. Her soft lips slightly parted, and she darted her tongue out to wet her lips. Fay squirmed, working her ass deeper into Damion’s lap.<br /><br />“Girl, if you don’t sit still…” Damion growled.<br /><br />“Please Damion,” she pleaded. This was all it took for Damion to realize he was losing control. With another low growl he lowered his head, taking Fays lips in his, slowly exploring her mouth with his tongue. His hands caressed her hips and across her thighs. Damion rubbed across her flat belly and up the arch of her back, exploring her body with his hands as his tongue worked in her mouth.<br /><br />“Wait just a sec, I want to see you,“ Damion said. He walked to the far side of the room and flipped on the light switch. Fay gasped. Damion’s cock was about 9 inches long, and very thick. The large chocolate weapon stood at full attention; the veins seemed to pulse with life before Fay’s very eyes. The head glistened with pre-cum, which seemed to draw added attention to the silver piercing in his cock’s large bulging head. His balls were shaved as clean as the head on his shoulders.<br /><br />Damion moved to a recliner in the corner of the room, and sat down. “Come to me Fay,” he rumbled low in his throat. Fay stood unsure and nervous, a plethora of emotions playing across her face. Damion waited patiently as she read the naked desire in his eyes.<br /><br />Slowly, Fay lifted the oversized T-shirt over her head; letting it hit the floor. There stood Fay in all her glory, her tiny breasts with their pointed pink nipples standing erect. A spray of light freckles covered her chest. Her frame was small, yet willowy. There was soft, silver down lightly covering her wet pussy. A large pink clit poked out of her lips, looking like a tiny cock ripe for the plucking.<br /><br />Fay made her way towards Damion, more of a glide than a walk, with a sensual sway of her hips. She stopped between his legs. Damion reached up, running his hand through her thick hair falling down around down along her jaw. Fay’s lips parted and her eyes closed as her head lolled back. Damion fed her two of his fingers. With a tiny moan Fay licked and sucked wantonly on his large black fingers.<br /><br />Withdrawing his fingers from Fay’s wet mouth, he trailed them down her chin then her throat, until coming in contact with her erect nipples. Fay’s eyes few open with Damion’s touch to her young breasts. The cool air and his hot damp touch caused a reaction Fay had never felt before. Damion pinched and rolled her nipples between his fingers.<br /><br />“Do you like that Fay?” Damion asked, lust written large in his voice. Fay whimpered in response. “Do you want me to suck your little tits Fay?” “Tell me what you want?”<br /><br />“Umm, yes, please suck my tits….Damion, please.”<br /><br />“Such a polite little girl,” replied Damion, as he feasted on her pert nipples. Damion licked and sucked Fay breasts, feeding on her, savoring the texture and taste of her firm young glistening flesh. “Put your foot on the arm of the chair!” ordered Damion. Fay lifted her foot to the arm of the chair and leaned forward. Damion placed one large black hand on the inside of Fay’s creamy white thigh and lifted. When Fay rose into the air, Damion grabbed her other thigh with his other hand. Fay squealed as Damion raised her body and spread her legs.<br /><br />She fell to the wall for balance. As Damion held her in the air above his head, he brought her pussy within inches of his face. Damion inhaled her musky scent. For one moment he just blew his warm breath onto her drenched pussy. Fay gasped as warmth seemed to run down her stomach to her twitching pussy.<br /><br />Damion put the tip of his tongue against Fay’s asshole. She sighed at the liquid warm feeling. Slowly, Damion ran his tongue up around her hungry pussy, parting her lips with his tongue; tasting her oh so sweet pussy juices. With one fluid motion he reached her clit. He gently took it between his teeth and nibbled.<br /><br />“Ohhh yes, feels so good,” Fay panted. Damion sucked and chewed Fay’s clit. She squirmed as much as she could in such a tenuous position. He moved his tongue to part Fay’s swollen pussy lips and fucked her with his mouth. In and out he stabbed. Fay was moaning and panting.<br /><br />“Argghhh, God, I‘m cumming,” Fay cried. Damion moved back to Fay’s clit and sucked hard through her powerful orgasm. Fay shuddered and twitched, slumping against the wall.<br /><br />Not waiting for Fay to recover, Damion held her waist and lifted her in his powerful hands, before lowering her, and impaling her on his massive cock in one smooth motion. Fay screamed as his massive cock pushed and tore through her virgin barrier. She had the sensation of being ripped in two.<br /><br />Damn, Damion thought, she is so tight. The entry, though well lubed with her juices was also painful for Damion. Never before had he been in such a tight pussy. Such sweet pain! Damion stopped, holding Fay is his tight embrace.<br /><br />“Shhh, it’s ok baby,” he said, “just wait.” After a moment or two the pain abated, and pleasure once again started to fill Fay. She sighed and timidly moved. Her feelings intensified.<br /><br />This was what Damion had been waiting for. Slowly, he lifted Fay up until only the massive head of his cock remained in her pussy. Then he lowered her back down onto his impressive length. Fay felt as if she had been refilled to overflowing. Gradually, Damion increased his tempo.<br /><br />“Fuck me.…God yes.… Fuck me with that big black cock,” Fay panted. Damion’s biceps flexed as he lifted Fay; fucking himself with her, again and again. Tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure washed over Fay until she was screaming with orgasm.<br /><br />Damion continued to pump Fay on his large cock as she came twice more. Suddenly Damion withdrew from her pussy and lowered Fay to the floor between his knees.<br /><br />“I’m gonna cum, suck my cock,” he ordered. Fay wrapped her mouth around the large pierced head and sucked. She could only take four inches in her mouth. Swirling her tongue, she paid homage to the wonderful black phallus. Simultaneously, both her tiny hands jacked the rest of his massive cock.<br /><br />Damion’s cock seemed to grow even bigger at Fay ministering. He fucked Fays face.<br /><br />“I’m cummin, suck my cock with your little white mouth, aarggghh.” Damion blew a wad into Fay’s mouth. Fay withdrew as Damion’s cum splashed over her face, and dripped down her chin.<br /><br />Fuck the idea about moving her onto a white boy, Damion thought. Fay ain’t goin’ anywhere!<br />Fay woke basking in a feeling of complete and utter satisfaction. As she stretched her body in all its naked glory, the sheet slipped from the bed to the floor. Oh God, she thought, what a wonderful dream I had. Her hand slid down between her thighs to her swollen pussy, and she felt a sticky residue which she brought from her fingers to her lips.<br /><br />Her eyes widened as she realized that the dream had been reality. Fay sucked her fingers, tasting last nights combined cum. A sweet sensation coursed through her body, a reminder from the night before. Fay purred as if she were a cat.<br /><br />Padding naked to the bathroom, Fay decided on a shower. As the warm water caressed her body, Fay leaned her head back, closing her eyes, letting the water fall to her tiny breasts. As her nipples peaked, she imagined Damion's lips sucking her tits, nibbling on her pert nipples. Fay touched herself, twisting the hard pink nipples between her fingers, pulling and tugging... imagining Damion's dark face masked in pleasure as he fed on her.<br /><br />The water coursed on Fay's slim body, over her flat stomach and down to her aching pussy. The warm wetness reminded Fay of her lover's touch upon her yearning flesh. Her hands followed the flow of the water, and she imagined seeing Damion's strong black hands caressing her.<br /><br />Placing one foot on the edge of the tub, Fay leaned against the wall. Using both hands she explored her swollen pussy, as a soft moan escaped her lips. A feeling she could only describe as yearning built within her body begging for a release.<br /><br />Parting her pussy lips, Fay inserted a finger into her hot dripping hole. She could almost feel Damion's tongue enter her. Flicking her clit, she imagined Damion's face buried between her thighs, licking and sucking her burning pussy.<br /><br />Fay finger fucked herself as she fantasized of all the things she hoped Damion would later do to her: Ohh God....I need...I need.....<br /><br />Fay furiously stabbed away at her wet fuck hole, fingers slick with water and her pussy juices. So close now....She imagined Damion's large black cock impaling her, in and out... so hard... so large, fucking her. Fay lips parted as she softly moaned Damion's name.<br /><br />Fay came with a shudder, her orgasm sending a tingling sensation clear down to her toes. Leaning against the wall, Fay waited for her breathing to return to normal. An orgasm through masturbation was a first for Fay, a cause for reflection. Grabbing the soap, Fay quickly bathed then wrapped a towel around herself she went in search of Damion.<br /><br />Damon wasn't home. Disappointed, Fay wandered the apartment trying to learn more about the man who was quickly becoming so important to her. Choosing a CD from Damion's collection, she listened to a mellow sound of rhythm and blues.<br /><br />Fay roamed the apartment looking for glimpses into Damion's life. Although she felt as if she had known him forever, he was actually virtually a stranger to her. She knew nothing of his dreams or expectations. Fay longed to share his wants and desires. Finding an old photo album, she settled down to peep into Damion's past.<br /><br />Damion stood in the doorway watching Fay, a half smile on his face. She looked so vulnerable sitting on his hardwood floor, wrapped only in a towel snooping through his things. Damion cleared his throat.<br /><br />Fay jumped when she realized Damion was in the room. "Oh, I'm sorry...I didn't mean to... sorry"<br /><br />"Don't worry about it," Damion replied. "Here, thought maybe you could use this."<br /><br />Damion dropped a package beside Fay and he bent to retrieve his family album. Fay stared at the box, not sure how to react.<br /><br />"Well open it." Damion growled, watching Fay closely. Fay smiled as she opened the box. Inside was a simple dress.<br /><br />"Thank you," Fay whispered, softly touching the light fabric. It had been so long since she had a gift, so long since she had owned a dress. A soft smile lit her eyes as she gazed at Damion with pure admiration.<br /><br />Ah, great, she's gonna start crying, Damion thought. "Well what are you waitin' for? Go get dressed and let's blow this popsicle stand."<br /><br />Their interaction was a primal dance of few words and stolen glances, unsure and confused as they were of each others feelings. Both were aware of an animalistic attraction between them, although neither had felt this with another before.<br /><br />Damion was a man of action, not words. His reaction to any given situation was usually instinctive, with no later regrets. He saw life in black and white, with little gray in between. He knew what was right from what was wrong, figured the solution, and then acted accordingly.<br /><br />Fay, for her part, was a girl just coming into her womanhood. Unsure of her past, with only hazy visions of her former life to guide her, she was naïve. In fact, since Damion rescued her, he was the only sure thing in her life. Fay saw life in different shades of gray, knowing nothing with a certainty except that she believed Damion to be her savior.<br /><br />Fay and Damion spent the day exploring a town some 70 miles away from his home. The mood between them was light and amiable with an easy undercurrent of sexual awareness. They were learning each others nuisances, each others moods. They were discovering a whole mass of uncharted territory in their budding relationship. Both found a peace with the other that had been lacking in their previous lives.<br /><br />All day long Fay suffered from the galloping hornies. On the long ride home she decided to experiment with her new found sexuality, now that she was losing her fear of rejection. Fay was building a confidence in herself as a sexual being, thanks to Damion's guidance. Damion had kept things low key, to allow time for her to adjust to her new found self image. He was after all a patient man when he really wanted something. And he wanted Fay. Fay was now ready to try spreading her sexual wings.<br /><br />They had driven down the road for a good half hour in a comfortable silence. Fay slipped off her shoes and leaned against the door. Casually, she lifted one foot to the dash, and one foot to the seat beside Damion.<br /><br />Arching her back, Fay groaned, sliding her hands form her neck to her little breasts. Damion arched one brow, a smile on his face, ready for the show. Fay licked her pink lips, making them shine with dampness. Massaging her breast, she felt warmth pool between her thighs. Damion's attention was divided between the highway and Fay.<br /><br />Fay felt her nipples hardening under her gentle caress. She slid her hands down from her chest to her knees. Moving her hands back up her thigh she lifted her skirt to her stomach. "Ummm... you like?" Fay asked.<br /><br />"Ohhh ya....I like," Damion grunted.<br /><br />Fay looped one finger into her panties and pulled them to the side. She slowly opened her pussy lips, and with one finger she circled her clit. Fays pussy quickly moistened, her juice trickling down her pussy like nectar from a fat ripe plum.<br /><br />She inserted a finger in her wet hole with a small sigh. Bringing her finger to her lips she sucked the slick juice off her finger. "Ummm.... Goood." Again, she stuck a finger in her pussy and removed it, this time offering it to Damion. "Wanna taste?"<br /><br />Damion growled low in his throat as he sucked her finger, savoring her unique flavor. Fay was mesmerized by her tiny white finger in Damion's full black mouth as he licked and suckled her finger.<br /><br />"Play with that little white pussy for me," Damion demanded. Fay was happy to oblige. She ran her fingers up and down her slit, teasing her lips. Fay pulled and twisted them, exploring the different sensations. She ran her fingers through the light blond hair above her pussy. Cupping her mound, she strummed her clit with her fingers as if it were a tiny violin.<br /><br />Sliding her fingers into her hole; she slowly finger fucked herself. Damion had a hard time keeping an eye on the road, as he licked his lips in appreciation of coming attractions.<br /><br />Fay continued to fuck herself, squirming with the pressure building in her wet dripping pussy. The need for release was becoming almost tangible. Her own fingers could just not do the job while Damion's big black cock so close at hand.<br /><br />Damion sensed her need. He reached across the seat and inserted two large black fingers into Fay's little pink pussy. Damion hooked his fingers rubbing them in small circles on Fay's g-spot, while at the same time massaging her clit with his thumb. Fay's thighs began to tremble as she panted....."Yes! Oh my God... yes... I'm cumming!" Fay screamed.<br /><br />That did it, Damion could take no more. Veering off at a rest stop on his right, Damion brought his truck to skidding halt. Jumping out of his door, Damion went to the passenger side door and yanked it open. Fay let out a startled squeal as Damion picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.<br /><br />Damion's long strides covered the ground from the parking lot to a picnic table area in no time at all. A street lamp illuminated the area, giving a free view to anyone who passed by. Damion put Fay down, bending her over the end of a table directly under the light.<br /><br />He placed both of his hands on the back of Fay's knees, running his fingers up to her scantily clad bottom. He flipped up Fay's skirt and just ripped off her decorative panties, the lace shredding easily in his large black hand. Damion took a moment to admire the night mist that fell on Fay's ass, making it glisten in the lamp light.<br /><br />Stepping back, Damion removed his big black dick from his jeans. His pierced mushroom head was slick with pre-cum. Taking his large black phallus in his hand, he rubbed Fay's ass for a moment, admiring the contrast of white and black flesh. Teasing her, he slowly rubbed his bulging head to her hungry pussy lips, then with one swift plunge, he impaled Fay on to his massive cock.<br /><br />Fay let loose a half scream at the feeling of being so roughly entered. Damion paused a moment to give Fay time to adjust to his size. Taking Fay's narrow hips in both hands, Damion then began fucking her doggie style<br /><br />Occasional traffic drove nearby, although the only noise they were conscious of was the sucking sound of Fay's hungry pink pussy gobbling Damion's black dick.<br /><br />Fay leaned her head down to watch Damion big black cock slide in and out of her tiny pink pussy. His large black cock seemed even bigger in contrast to Fay's small frame. Fay just loved the sight of Damion fucking her.<br /><br />Combined with the smell of honeysuckle in the night air, the scent of their sweaty sex filled their senses. A highly erotic smell, it invaded them, adding to their overall enjoyment.<br /><br />Damion then became aware of another man standing at the other end of the picnic table, slowly stroking his hard cock as he watched them fuck. Without missing a beat, Damion grabbed a handful of Fay's hair and lifted her head.<br /><br />"Watch him Fay.... Watch him jack off for you."<br /><br />Fay watched mesmerized as the stranger stroked his penis. She was turned-on by this, so much that she began to shout fuck me harder with that big black cock of yours. The white man stepped closer, a questioning look in his eyes. Damion shook his head in denial. The stranger stepped back, content to watch and jack himself off.<br /><br />"Damion fuck me hard, make me cum!" Fay begged.<br /><br />Damion slammed his black cock hard and deep into little white Fay, over and over again. Fay's whole body jerked with each thrust in exquisite pain. "Arggghhh," Fay gurgled, lost in the moment of pounding flesh, and erotic scents.<br /><br />The stranger increased his tempo on his own pecker, impressed with the pounding the small white woman was taking from the incredibly large black stud. Fay's eyes never left the strangers little pecker. It wasn't even half the size of Damion's, but still had the power to raise Fay's arousal.<br /><br />Damion clenched his teeth as he concentrated on fucking Fay properly. He could feel her tight pussy gripping and milking his cock. She was so incredibility tight and hot!<br /><br />The stranger groaned as he came, shooting wads of cum into the air. Fay was driven over the edge by the sight. The deep building desire burst through her as she came, tightly clenching Damion's cock with her tight young pussy. Wave after wave of pleasure shook Fay's body. After what felt like an eternity, Fay collapsed against the picnic table.<br /><br />Fay could feel Damion's cock grow larger inside her, as he drove it deep and fast. She could feel the veins pulsate on his engorged cock, then felt his cum splatter deep in her, coating the inside of tight little pussy with his thick cream.<br /><br />Damion howled with his release, his hips bucking against Fay's ass. For a moment no one moved. Then the stranger simply put his penis back into his pants and walked away.<br /><br />Damion slowly withdrew from Fay, with an audible 'plop' sound; then lifted her and carried her limp exhausted body back to the pick up. For the first time they noticed they had more than a one person audience: a diverse group of men, seven or eight, stood silently watching.<br /><br />Tenderly, Damion carried Fay back to the truck, and they drove away. Fay snuggled into Damion's side, forgetting her troubled, confused past and concentrating on her future, which she believed was here with this man, safe, with her Damion.<br /><br />Damion on the other hand was worried. He knew that Fay was happy, totally content. But for how long? What of her past? Was it fair to her to keep her by his side? What if she were to become pregnant? Damion sighed, overcome with a tangled mass of conflicting thoughts. Tomorrow, he decided, tomorrow I will deal with it. This night belonged to their love.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-89249623224782619352008-02-03T00:40:00.001-08:002008-02-03T00:40:50.355-08:00Claudia likes it bigSo, the big question in my mind then was, why was there a well-muscled black man on the couch in our family room (doggy style) fucking the hell out of my long term girlfriend while obnoxious hip hop blared in the background? The only logical answer I could come up with was that she wasn't expecting me to be home on Tuesday.<br /><br />Still not sure what to do I walked to the side of our house and into the back yard, climbing the stairs to the deck and peering into the (family room) window. It was just after nightfall so I was basically invisible if either Claudia or her chocolate-skinned (and until now) secret lover bothered to look up from what they were doing. Not likely, but I didn't want to de detected anyway.<br /><br />Claudia, beautiful big boobs swaying, reached back with one hand and grabbed the brown buttock of her lover and indicated that she wanted him to slow down. The contrast of her eternally pale skin and the deep dark chocolate-y color of her lover's skin was a sharp, and admittedly sexy, contrast. Claudia turned her head around also and looked up at her lover with her heavily lidded hazel eyes, her full lips opening a bit to let out what was probably a low moan, but I couldn't hear it.<br /><br />Claudia returned both her hands in front of her on the couch's arm, forcing her back into an almost U-shaped curve, her round ass cheeks angling toward the ceiling's skylight. Her insanely well-muscled black lover (either a former college athlete or currently a construction worker, or just really committed to working out several hours a day, judging by his super-defined physique) placed his giant hands on each of her ass cheeks and spread them apart slowly, gently, unintentionally allowing me the perfect vantage point to view her well-lubed pussy, whose puffy lips were crimson and glistening.<br /><br />Claudia looked back again. Her eyebrows arched and she looked almost incredulous. "Oh fuck, Desmond!" she yelled uninhibitedly, this time audible over the deafening music. Now I had a name to go with a face and body.<br /><br />Desmond slowly, agonizingly, pulled his cock out of Claudia's pussy, his formidably large hands still maintaining pussy-opening pressure on her ass cheeks. One, two, three, four, five, six inches came slowly out of Claudia's almost gaping wet pussy. I was stunned to note how thick Desmond's cock was, possibly twice as thick as my own. The old high school era joke about a guy's cock being as thick around as a baby's arm was revealing itself to be no myth.<br /><br />I fully expected to see the probably small fist size pink mushroom head of Desmond's cock (no condom, great, I moaned to myself) emerge any second as he ever so slowly removed his impressive girth from Claudia's wetter than wet, stretched to the limit love canal.<br /><br />But it didn't. Inch after ego crushing, pussy juice soaked inch revealed themselves. Now my eyes don't have internal rulers, but by the time the even huger than expected head of Desmond's freakishly large cock made an appearance I noted that he was easily twice my length, possibly longer. And Claudia was loving every bit of his unbelievable endowment, her face a pleasure-wracked mask that showed equal bits of enjoyment and astonishment (and maybe even a little discomfort if her sweat-covered, slightly furrowed brow was any indication).<br /><br />A strange thing was happening. What had initially upset me beyond words or action was slowly beginning to turn me on uncontrollably. My (now modest in my own mind) cock was pushing at the fabric of my tan cords, a tiny wet spot forming near the change-filled pocket. Throwing caution to the wind I pulled out my (petite in comparison) white meat and began to slowly stroke it, just as gingerly and methodically as Desmond reinserted his not to be believed, heavily veined brown wonder back into Claudia's overwhelmed pussy.<br /><br />As my excitement increased, Claudia's was doing the same. She placed one milky white hand on Desmond's thigh, stopping him from moving at all. She then began rotating her ass around in slow circles, Desmond's girnormous cock making me almost dizzy as it heavily followed her every move. Claudia would occasionally abandon circles and begin bouncing aggressively up and down, which caused half of Desmond's cock to come out intermittently. I would have been all the way out if it were me, I thought darkly, but I was so horny I didn't give my shortcomings any further thought. I was also realizing that all this looked very familiar.<br /><br />Oh my god, Claudia is totally reenacting my favorite scene from a black (men) on white (women) DVD we watched once. At the time, Claudia claimed that it totally grossed her out and made me turn it off. I went back and watched it later and rubbed one (OK, a few) out, disappointed that Claudia wouldn't share that exciting visual with me. I don't know if Claudia was lying at the time and that if I searched the house now I might find an extensive secret stash of black on white porn (maybe even that originally rejected one) and, at this point, I didn't really care. I was going to come soon, and Claudia and Desmond were well on their way to orgasms of their own.<br /><br />Claudia was still alternating between slow circles and frantic up and down bobbing on Desmond's thick as fuck, 12+ incher, moaning and yelling incoherently, her guttural vocalizations mostly out of time with the throbbing music. I loved seeing her heavy boobs hanging, rhythmically swinging, hard nipples and a bit of her large pink areola visible from my enticing side view.<br /><br />Desmond, sweaty muscles straining as Claudia worked her magic on his titanic black pole, finally reached a well-muscled arm towards Claudia, his huge hand cupping a boob and squeezing, then pulling Claudia into him until I couldn't see his awe-inspiring footlong (and then some) dong. Claudia closed her eyes and grimaced, beads of sweat dripping off her now lowered (almost to the couch arm) forehead.<br /><br />Desmond kept her close like this and increased his speed slowly, only an inch or so of his cock appearing at any given moment. A minute or so of this increased fucking speed followed until Desmond was jackhammering Claudia at full speed, his super cock, rigid as steel, partially flopping in and out of Claudia's shamelessly soaked, ridiculously wide open cunt. Claudia was screaming Desmond's name repeatedly as her overworked pussy began spasming around his thick as a tree meat stick like a donor's hand squeezing the small rubber ball before the blood draw.<br /><br />Claudia's orgasm appeared to be coming towards its end, but she was still thrashing around uncontrollably, yelling obscenities at her freakishly endowed lover. Desmond grabbed the base of his plus size fuck pipe and removed it entirely from Claudia's yawning pussy. I felt something between amazement and pity for Claudia, as well as just about ready to bust my own nut.<br /><br />A thick string of Desmond's cum exited his inflamed cock head with such velocity that part of it landed on the back of Claudia's exposed neck and the rest of it pooled in the small of her back, threatening to spill down the sexy contours of her side and onto the couch. My own wad, too long held back, shot from my cock and onto the side of our recently painted house, and I groaned deeply, closing my eyes to the scene of my arousal for a few blissful seconds.<br /><br />Desmond was now laying on top of Claudia and they were both giggling and playfully wrapping body parts around each other, oblivious to the DNA spilling on the sofa. I quickly returned my rapidly shrinking cock into my pants and walked around to the front door, opened it, grabbed my bag and returned to my truck.<br /><br />I stayed in a hotel that evening. The next day it rained and washed any evidence of my presence off the side of the house and down through the cracks of the deck to the earth below. I never said anything to Claudia about her undeniably exciting indiscretion and would occasionally lie about my return time from trips. Every now and then I would come across similar scenes of delectable debauchery and enjoy the unfolding events with predictable (fist curled around my cock) results.<br /><br />I never knew Claudia was secretly addicted to super sized chocolate sticks and I hoped she never found out how much that turned me on.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-25243568014911201802008-02-03T00:28:00.000-08:002008-02-03T00:31:20.126-08:00CJ's storyCJ continues telling me her tales of sexual adventures. The latest and one of the most exciting for me so far is the first time she had sex with a black man. She was young and in her first year of college at the University of Wisconsin. Short dresses were in fashion at the time and she usually did not wear panty hose in those days.<br /><br />CJ stands 5'1" and had long blonde hair braided in a ponytail. She has always been in very nice shape with small 34B breast that were firm and rode high on her chest. She would also go braless as was the fashion in those days. She has small nipples that get hard and very noticeable when she gets excited or chilly.<br /><br />She and a female friend of hers had decided to "cruise" a few of the college bars Saturday night. After stopping a few of the popular college bars they decide to go to a blues Bar named Teddy's. It was a popular blues club in Milwaukee and they had been there a few times before and enjoyed it. The band had just stopped for a break as they entered. They were able to get a table not far from the front so they would have a good view of the stage and had ordered their drinks.<br /><br />That is when Willie came over to say hi to CJ. Willie was a friend of her uncle and they had worked together at the Caterpilar factory for many years. She had met him at her Aunt and Uncle's home on a couple of occasions. But did not know him real well. He was the bass player for the blues group playing that night. The blues group was mostly working men who played the smaller clubs on weekends.<br /><br />They ended up staying in the bar for several hours listening to the music. Willie would drop by between sets and to check on the two girls. The bar was mostly a black crowd. There were several single black men at the bar and some were making sure that the girls always had fresh drinks. Several ask them to dance but CJ did not dance with any of the black men.<br /><br />Her friend had been dancing with a white man that she had met on campus. CJ's friend told her she was going outside with her friend and would be back soon. However, her friend did not return and CJ was left alone at the bar. During the next break Willie stopped to ask where her friend had gone.<br /><br />CJ explained what had happened with her friend and Willie told her not to worry he would make sure she got home safe. She trusted him because he was such a good friend of her Uncle. He then asked if she wanted to sit at a table nearer to the stage where he could keep an eye on her due to her condition after many drinks. She stayed until closing when the band had finally stopped for the evening. The men in the bar left her alone because of Willie.<br /><br />As they walk to Willie's car he guides CJ with one hand on her waist as he carries his guitar case in the other. After locking his guitar in the truck he opens the passenger door. He smiles as he watches her skirt rise as CJ gets into the car.<br /><br />As they drive off together he starts asking her about her desire for blues. Willie tells her about his blues collection. Many of the artist CJ had never heard of before. He invites her to stop as his house and listen to a few of the lesser known musicians. It was late so not many would see a young white woman entering his home so late. It was a small but cozy home, clean but in an older area of town.<br /><br />Willie was not married but had been for several years before his wife got tired of his wanderings. She sit down on the sofa and relaxed as Willie put on an old album she thinks it was Robert Johnson. Willie fixes them both a bourbon and coke and as he hands her the drink he sits next to her on the sofa. He asked her about the young black man that hung around in her mostly white crowd. She explained that he was a friend from college.<br /><br />He ask her if she had ever thought about dating a black man. She told him that Jamie was only a friend and had not thought much about it. He opens a box on his coffee table and pulls out a joint and lights it taking a big hit and then hands it to her. CJ pauses at first but takes the joint and takes a small hit from it. They continue to share the joint until it is only a roach.<br /><br />Willie starts to tell CJ that she is "a fine young piece of white meat." He starts asking about her sex life. She is uncomfortable at first with his questions. She tells him that she is not a virgin but has not been with many guys.<br /><br />As they chat and listen to the music he takes her hands and lays it on his crotch, holding it over his growing cock. It was just laying in his pants leg. It didn't seem he had on any underwear under his baggy pants. It felt much bigger than the few white boys she had sex with in college.<br /><br />It frightened her to be holding an older black mans cock, but excited her at the same time. He tells her to rub it and she starts to move her hand over his cock, sliding it over the smooth material of his pants. He asked her what she thinks of his cock and she timidly says to him it feels really big.<br /><br />He unbuckles his belt unzips his pants and pulls his cock out and starts to stroking it as it starts to grow larger. Her mouth gets dry and her breathing quickens as she watches him stroke the first black cock she had ever seen. He tells her to take it in her hand. As she timidly takes his black cock, her tiny white fingers barely close around his cock and she starts stroking his black cock. Slowly at first.<br /><br />He asked her if she had ever given anyone a blowjob yet. CJ nods her head confirming she had. He tells her to kiss his cock and starts to force her head lower. She lies over on the sofa, she feels his cock growing more as her lips near his cock. She is hoping that if she sucks him off he may not ask her to fuck him.<br /><br />On several occasions she had given blowjobs to dates she wanted to see again but didn't want to fuck, just yet anyway. She starts licking around his cock then the dark purple head slips between her lips, his cock not fully hard but grows fast stretching her lips. Wrapping her hands around it she starts to move her hands up and down his shaft while she sucks, a couple of inches sliding in and out between her lips.<br /><br />As his cock grows she can barely keep the head of his cock in her mouth. He pulls her skirt over her ass running his hand over her panties, stretched tight over her ass. Willie slips his hand down over her ass, between legs, rubbing her pussy, and sliding his finger along the wet spot of her panties. As she gets more excites her mouth moves faster up and down his cock as she bobs her head.<br /><br />He lays back on the sofa and moans as she sucks on his cock. He puts his hand on her head forcing it down farther on his cock as he starts moving his hips sliding his cock in her mouth. She sucked his cock for a long time, wondering if she would be able to get him off with her mouth. Her jaws started to ache from his cock, now even harder and bigger.<br /><br />He grabs her hair and tells her he is going to cum. Willie starts fucking her mouth as he pushes head down on his cock. She tried to raise her head so she could let his cock slip from her mouth so she could finish jacking him off. But he held her head down and told her to take his cum just as he started to cum in her mouth. Her lips were so tight around his big black cock. As his cock erupted he talked to her telling her to swallow his cum.<br /><br />She tried to pull away but he wrapped her hair in his fingers and held her mouth on his cock as he continued to fill her mouth with his hot thick cum. He finally lets her head up and his cock slips from her mouth, some cum had run down his cock and her fingers. He tells CJ to lick the cum off his cock and she licks his cock and sucks his cum from her fingers until he is satisfied she has cleaned his cock of all his cum.<br /><br />Willie pulls her next to him as she sits up, he offers her a drink of her bourbon and coke all the while telling her what a good little cock sucker she is and asking her if she liked her first taste of black cock. She nodded her approval as she layed against him, his arm around her shoulders holding her.<br /><br />She asked him to take her home now because it was late and her parents may be wondering about her. He asked her to stay a while longer. As he holds her to him he starts to caress her breast, unbuttoning her blouse she holds his hand as her breast rise and fall from her heavy breathing, excited from the taboo of being with a older black man. He pulls her blouse open and exposing her young firm pale white breast.<br /><br />He takes her breast in his large black hand, cupping it lightly rubbing his fingertip over her nipple watching it harden under his touch. He asked her if she likes what he is doing and she tells him they should stop because she should be going home. He pulls her skirt up so he can see her pink silk panties with lace along the edges. Lying his hand on her thigh she holds her legs together hoping he might not want to fuck her if he thought she did not want to, while kind of hoping he wouldn't stop<br /><br />Willie rubs his hand along her thigh moving higher and rubbing his finger over her panties. He tries to slide his long finger between her closed legs and slips his finger between her thigh sliding it along her pussy. He pulls on her leg trying to get her to open them, then he slaps her thigh telling her to spread her legs.<br /><br />She softly whimpers, hesitates, then slowly opens her legs as she lowers her eyes and watches as his long black fingers slide between her white thighs his black hand rubbing her panties covering her mound. He smiles and cups her pussy in his big hand, his long fingers sliding along her slit, her panties are wet from her excitement.<br /><br />With his long fingers he pulls her panties to the side. She tenses and softly whimpers as she feels his bare finger slide over her clit. He moans as he knows she has just surrendered her young white pussy to him. His fingers spreads her lips finding her opening and she tenses as he slowly starts to work it inside her<br /><br />His finger is so long as it works deep in her. Her breathing is ragged as he slowly finger fucks her while asking her if she likes it. She whimpers trying to avoid the answer. He slowly slides his finger out of her wet pussy, then slaps her thigh and tells her to spread her legs wider. Startled she opens her legs wider and he starts to work two fingers into her sopping pussy.<br /><br />She wraps her fingers around his wrist and her hips start to hump as his finger sink deep in her. He works his fingers in and out of her pussy for several minutes. She starts to pant and whimper as she nears orgasm. His fingers moving in and out as she humps, meeting his long black fingers as he thrust them deep in her.<br /><br />After a long and intense orgasm she lays slumped back on the sofa, her blouse open partially exposing her firm young white breast, her skirt raised high, her silk panties pulled aside showing soft blonde pubic hair matted with her juices.<br /><br />As she opens her eyes she sees him before her bending over to finish removing his pants. As he stands she sees his nude body. It is long and thin with his long hard black cock sticking out. He sits down again next to her. He pulls her blouse over her shoulders all the time talking, telling her how fine she is and he wants to see her "little white titties."<br /><br />With his arm around her he starts to caress her breast again. He slides forward and with his arm around her shoulders pulls her down on the sofa. Then he pulls her skirt up over her waist and starts pulling her panties down telling her he wants to see her "fine white pussy" and that she is "one fine piece of white meat." She raises her hips and allows him to remove her panties then her skirt. She now lies nude before him on the sofa. He moves between her legs and as he moves closer, her legs are forced to open more.<br /><br />Willie pulls her legs up on his shoulders and lays his cock on her pussy, sliding it along her wet pussy and asked her if she wants him to fuck her with his black cock. Her emotions are so mixed, she is so hot she wants to fuck, but the taboo of his black skin confusing her. He slaps his cock against her pussy, getting her attention and as he rubs the head of his cock along her opening he ask her again if she wants his black cock. She replies yes and tells him she wants him to fuck her, she wants to have his black cock in her. Just as she answers he pushes the thick head of his black cock inside her wet pussy pushing it several inches deep in her. Her head snaps back as she cries "oh yes."<br /><br />Her hands tightly grip the sofa above her head as he starts to slowly move his cock in and out of her a few inches, rolling his hips, stretching her young tight pussy. Pulling his cock almost out Willie quickly pushes his cock in her again, forcing it deeper. Again he pulls his cock back and thrust again as his cock goes deeper yet. She cries out for him to stop. He slows but still rolling his hips, moving his cock around as it lays deep in her, but still not all the way.<br /><br />She lays panting, her head back, her eyes closed. After a few minutes he starts to slowly move his hips sliding his big cock in and out. He asked her how she likes his black cock. She says its so big, bigger than she has ever had or imagined. She leans forward enough to grab his upper arms, raising her head and looking in to his eyes. Her hips start to move rocking to meet his cock.<br /><br />Willie starts to move his hips faster now his cock sliding in and out. His dark body shines wet with sweat as he fucks her, meeting his thrust with her own. He asked her if she likes "Willie's black snake." "Oh yes" she replies between moans. He was lasting much longer than the other boys she had fucked. Her moans were getting louder, her whimper grew higher.<br /><br />As she got closer to orgasm her thrust grew harder against his thrust. As she starts to cum she cries out "fuck me hard", fuck me with your big black cock". He leans over her, her legs over his shoulders forcing her hips higher. He pulls his cock back and thrust hard pushing the remaining inch or so of his cock in her. She screams and cums again and again again.<br /><br />He fucks her hard, fucking her with long strokes forcing his cock all the way in each time. She continues to cum as he fucks her hard. Then Willie thrust his cock hard in her and held it deep in her pussy as he groaned. She could feel his hot cum as it filled her. He would pull his cock out just a few inches, then shove his cock all the way in each time he exploded in her pussy. He fucked her hard until they both had cum. Eyes closed she layed panting as he slowly moved his softening cock sliding in her cum filled pussy, forcing his cum out.<br /><br />She could feel the hot cum as it ran down the crack of her ass. He rose from above her and left, returning a few moments later with another glass of bourbon and coke. As she sipped the drink he started to softly rub her pussy with a damp hot cloth. She cooed as he gently cleaned her pussy with the warm cloth, soothing her sore ache.<br /><br />Fortunately, her parents were asleep when she finally got home in the early morning. She didn't think they would approve of her coming home so late, let alone that she had just fucked a man twice her age, or that he was a black man. She continued to secretly fuck Willie a couple times a month for several years and not once did he ever kiss her.<br /><br />She eventually did fuck Jamie, and had a secret relationship with him before moving to Phoenix.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-33329157500849361482008-02-03T00:16:00.000-08:002008-02-03T00:20:02.631-08:00Farms handsCherry crossed the yard quickly heading for the stables where her uncles farmhands lived. She had waited impatiently for this opportunity ever since they had watched her having sex with a stranger two nights ago.<br /><br />She climbed the stairs quickly feeling the excitement growing. Her nipples were already visibly erect through the flimsy fabric of her sundress. For months she had fantasised about what these 2 big black men would do to her given the chance.<br /><br />She pushed open the unlocked door to their rooms and walked in quietly. One of the guys, Jamal, was sat on the sofa with his back to her watching television. As Cherry looked at the screen she saw he was enjoying a very hardcore porn movie. And as she walked further into the room she realised that he was naked and was stroking his already hard cock. Cherry's eyes widened at the size of it.<br /><br />He looked up at her, his hand still stroking his thick shaft. He motioned her to come nearer and as cherry paused by the side of his chair she felt his free hand slide up her bare thighs. Automatically she parted her legs wider allowing his fingers free access to her freshly shaved pussy. His fingers teased her smooth pussy lips before delving into her wet slit. Two fingers plunged into her tight hole while a thumb began massaging her throbbing clit. As Jamal's fingers began rhythmically fucking cherry's pussy her fingers began slowly unbuttoning her dress. Slipping it off her shoulders revealing her large firm breasts with dark pert nipples<br /><br />Jamal's eyes roamed over Cherry's naked body as she began to grind her pussy harder onto his fingers. Running her fingers round her nipples, teasing them, before tugging and twisting them. Inserting a third finger Jamal began to pump into Cherry's tight hole even quicker bringing her to the edge of cumming. Then all of a sudden he stopped, Cherry whimpered as she felt his fingers withdraw.<br /><br />"Not yet slut" he told her before standing up in front of her and placing his hands on her shoulders<br /><br />"Now get on your knees like a good girl and suck me."<br /><br />Quickly Cherry knelt down at Jamal's feet marvelling at the size of his cock and wondering how the hell she was going to get it in her mouth. But first Jamal pushed his fingers between her lips forcing her to taste her own pussy juice<br /><br />"Suck them clean now slut" he growled.<br /><br />After Cherry had obediently licked his fingers clean, she turned her attention to Jamal's monster cock.<br /><br />Lowering her head She licked the head of his cock, swirling her tongue, up and down his shaft. Wrapping her lips around his thick black rod Cherry sucked greedily on his cock savouring the taste.<br /><br />Suddenly Jamal grabbed Cherry's hair and began to thrust his cock into her face hard, plunging deeper into her throat, almost gagging her. He looked down at her smiling as he watched his cock violate her pretty mouth<br /><br />"You like that black cock slut?"<br /><br />Unable to speak Cherry nodded her head, drooling slightly as she desperately trying to take more of Jamal's length in her mouth.<br /><br />As her mouth was pounded with hard black cock, Cherry slid one hand between her thighs and parted her pussy lips. She slid two fingers into her tight pussy pumping them in as hard as the cock in her mouth.<br /><br />Jamal removed his cock from Cherry's pouting lips and began massaging his balls.<br /><br />"I want you to suck them" he instructed. Slowly she took Jamal's cum filled balls in her mouth and sucked gently. She sucked one ball and then switched her attention to the other, her hand massaging the length of his cock the whole time.<br /><br />Wrapping her lips around him again, running her tongue round his cock head, feeling her lips push back his foreskin.<br /><br />Taking him back into her cock hungry mouth and tilting her head back so that he could push his shaft deeper into her tight throat.<br /><br />"That's it whore, suck my black cock."<br /><br />After a few more thrusts Cherry felt his cock tighten and him begin to spurt into her mouth. Pulling out, Jamal stroked his cock, allowing the final spurts of his hot cum to cover Cherry's upturned face, dripping off her lips down onto her naked tits.<br /><br />He then slapped his cock lightly over her cum smeared cheeks and smiled at her again<br /><br />"You're a good little cock sucker aren't you slut? I can't wait to fuck your tight cunt."Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-39717023045340099722008-02-03T00:15:00.000-08:002008-02-03T00:16:21.586-08:00Cathy first but not her last BBC threesome'm an attractive woman of 31, 5'4", 110 lbs. with 34 B tits and a shapely ass. My reddish brown hair compliments my olive Italian skin. Although happily married for 7 years, there was a time when I felt my husband spent too much time on the golf course. Our sex life was wasn't dead, but the spark seemed to have died down.<br /><br />I had recently taken a new job with the county working in the building division. There were times when I was feeling neglected and this had become obvious to my new boss Rich after numerous discussions. Rich was married and in his late 30's.<br /><br />Even though he was married, Rich's interests in me increased. As conversations at work turned to sex, I began to reveal my fantasies. I eventually admitted that I always fantasized about being with 2 men. I always thought that would be the ultimate pleasure.<br /><br />On a summer evening in July, a doctor from the area hosted a party to celebrate the construction of his new home. All of the employees from the building division were invited. Since my husband was not invited, I decided to go without him anyway.<br /><br />I was dressed in low cut, light weight summer dress that was down to my knees. I wore pumps without nylons to show off my lusciously tanned and slender legs.<br /><br />After a couple hours of drinking and mingling, Rich struck up a conversation with me.<br /><br />After a few more drinks and some small talk, Rich suggested that we leave the party and go over to his place for a few drinks. His wife was out of town and the party was starting to get boring. Feeling buzzed and a bit frisky, I agreed. I followed Rich to his house in my car.<br /><br />When I arrived, Rich had turned on the music and lit several candles to set the mood. He offered me a drink and we began to talk. Although a little nervous, I began to loosen up after a couple of drinks.<br /><br />Rich turned the conversation over to sex and my fantasies. At that point I really started to talk and again mentioned having sex with 2 guys.<br /><br />Although a fantasy, I was too nervous and scared to ever go thru with something like that. As we continued to talk, there was a knock at the door.<br /><br />Rich had called his friend Jake from the car to come over after getting me to come to his house. Jake was a black guy in his late 30's like Rich. After Rich introduced me to Jake, he offered him a drink. After a drink and some small talk, Jake stepped out of the room for a minute.<br /><br />"What do you think of Jake?" Rich asked me. I said, "He seems nice". Then he asked me what I thought about Jake and him having sex with me. "I can't do that! He's black and I'm married" I said.<br /><br />I was really nervous, as my heart began to race. "So what if you're married. I'm married too. It's your fantasy", Rich said.<br /><br />"No, it's out of the question. I've never even kissed a black guy and I never considered even dating one. Having sex with Jake is not going to happen", I said.<br /><br />Rich kept trying to talk me into it. He said "This is your one chance to fulfill your fantasy. So what if he's black, you'll love his big black cock. You just have to let it go and enjoy it."<br /><br />My heart was still racing and I couldn't think straight, so I excused myself and went to the bathroom.<br /><br />When I retuned, Jake had also returned to the room. Just then one of my favorite songs came on the radio. The music made me feel more relaxed, so I decided to get up and dance to help relieve my anxiety. I was also feeling the effects from all of the alcohol that I consumed.<br /><br />Rich, sensing an opportunity, got up and began to dance with me as Jake sat on the couch.<br /><br />As we danced, Rich moved behind me and began to rub my back and neck. This was sending chills up and down my spine. I moved away several times trying to keeping my distance as I was getting turned on from the massage and my pussy began to get wet.<br /><br />Rich was persistent as he found a way to sneak behind me and continue his seduction.<br /><br />Soon Rich began to massage and explore other areas of my body, making me squirm and moan with pleasure. I begged him to stop, but he kept rubbing me all over as I continued to moan.<br /><br />He put his hands down by my thighs and started to and started to work his way up until he reached my panties. Upon reaching my panties, he noticed how extremely wet my pussy had become.<br /><br />As he started to rub and tease my clit through my panties, I really became aroused and made one last plea for him to stop. I could only give in to the pleasure.<br /><br />He stopped for a moment to unzip the back of my dress and it fell to the floor. As I was stepping out of my dress, he began to remove my soaked panties. I then placed my foot up on the coffee table to give him full access to my pussy and he continued to work his fingers in and out.<br /><br />One hand was fingering my pussy, the other hand began to rub my clit at the same time and I came incredibly in his hands.<br /><br />Rich then removed his fingers from pussy and suggested I squat down as he positioned himself between my legs underneath me. When I squatted down, his tongue met my awaiting pussy and he began to taste my juices.<br /><br />His tongue was all over my engorged clit as he licked it feverously and darted his tongue in and out of my dripping pussy. I just closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure.<br /><br />During all of this, I completely forgot about Jake who had been watching from the couch across the room. When I opened my eyes, the next thing I knew, he was standing right in front of me.<br /><br />Then to my surprise, I noticed Jake had removed his pants and was standing there in his under shorts. He started to pull on the waistband to take them off and I realized what was going on.<br /><br />"Hold on, I'm not going any further. I never agreed to this", I said.<br /><br />As I started to stand up, Jake's shorts were already coming down.<br /><br />When I saw the size of his cock I was speechless. It was at least 10''! I've never seen one that size before and I had to gasp when I saw how big it was. I was in awe by the sight of it.<br /><br />At this point, I didn't know what to do and I couldn't move. I had this feeling that I was putty in his hands.<br /><br />Jake sensed that I didn't know what to do. He just put his hands on my shoulders and slowly guided me back down onto my knees in front of him.<br /><br />As I was lowered down, Rich had positioned his cock underneath me on the floor, and as I was being lowered down it slowly parted my pussy lips and entered me.<br /><br />I was surprised at first to feel the penetration, but soon Rich was thrusting his cock into to me. The feeling was so good that I began to ride his cock. I could only throw my head back as I felt myself drifting towards another orgasm.<br /><br />When I recovered, I couldn't believe what was happening. I was being fucked by Rich and right in front of me was a huge black cock.<br /><br />At first, I did nothing. My head was spinning and my body was trembling. Then Jake said, "Don't worry, just think of it as a big piece of chocolate. Every girl likes chocolate. Don't you?"<br /><br />Rich noticed that I still wasn't giving in, and he continued to pump his cock in and out of me. Then, in my moment of weakness, I lost all control of myself. "Oh yes, I love chocolate", I said to Jake. Then I reached for his cock.<br /><br />As I took hold of his cock, I began to stroke it slowly when I noticed that pre-cum began to drip out of the head and down his shaft.<br /><br />Now, there was no turning back. I thought to myself that I might as well enjoy it. So I leaned forward and started to run my tongue up and down the shaft of Jake's cock, teasing the head with my tongue.<br /><br />I continued to glide my tongue down his shaft and then up to the top only stopping for a moment to French kiss and tease the huge black head of Jake's cock as I stroked it gently.<br /><br />On the way up, after tonguing his shaft for several minutes, I went down on him. As I did this, Jake let out a sigh as I sucked him from top to bottom using my mouth over every inch of it and swirling my tongue all around it.<br /><br />I found myself really getting into sucking this black cock. I slowed down for a second when it dawned on me what I was doing. Here I was giving a black guy a blowjob. I still couldn't believe it.<br /><br />I continued to suck long and slow up and down his cock using my tongue to swirl all around his shaft and then his cock head. My lips were wrapped firmly around his shaft as I worked my mouth up and down on him.<br /><br />Now I have to admit, that even though at first I didn't agree to this, I was really began to enjoy giving him a blowjob. I didn't want him too cum quickly, so I started to tease his cock and give him a little more enjoyment. His cock was really turning me on and I thought to myself that I'm going to enjoy this too.<br /><br />So I began using my mouth and my tongue to experiment on his cock. My tongue was all over his shaft. As I reached the head of his cock, I really enjoyed teasing it as I French kissed it all over.<br /><br />It seemed as though I was working on him for at least 10 or 15 minutes as I continued to ride Rich's cock long and deep and it was sending shockwaves thru my body.<br /><br />For a moment, I just concentrated on sucking the head of Jake's cock and then I reached down and started to rub Jake's balls. He must have enjoyed it, because now he was beginning to squirm.<br /><br />This really drove him nuts and I figured he was going to cum soon. So I began to stroke his cock slowly up and down.<br /><br />Then all of the sudden I stopped sucking Jake's cock, and thought to myself, I want him to fuck me with this big black cock before he cums.<br /><br />So I looked up at him and said, "Please fuck me."<br /><br />Jake nodded as Rich pulled out his cock from pussy.<br /><br />I got down on my hands and knees as Jake moved behind me.<br /><br />Jake began to insert his cock into my juicy pussy. Because of its' size, it took a little work to get it in me. Once it was in, he began to pound away. I was screaming in ecstasy as Jake fucked my brains out.<br /><br />Rich positioned himself in front of me and I began to suck his cock. I could taste my pussy juices on his cock. For a moment it seemed weird to taste my own pussy juice but I couldn't stop sucking as Jake rammed his huge cock in my pussy.<br /><br />It felt so good to have Jake's huge black cock in my pussy that I had to stop sucking Rich's cock for a moment just to catch my breath.<br /><br />Jake continued to thrust his cock in and out of my pussy creating waves of orgasms as I continued to suck off Rich. I could feel my pussy clenching to his cock as it explored me.<br /><br />Here I was sandwiched in the middle of 2 guys. One cock in my mouth, and one cock in my pussy. My body was overcome with pleasure and my fantasy was being fulfilled!<br /><br />At that moment, Jake decided to really send me over the edge. He started to probe my ass with his finger. I tried to object, but it was too late. Jake plunged his finger deep into my virgin ass.<br /><br />I stopped sucking Rich's cock to object to it, but after Jake kept fingering my ass and fucking me, the pleasure just got to me. His finger was big and it almost felt like a cock in my ass.<br /><br />I continued to suck on Rich's cock once again. Realizing that I had all 3 of my holes filled, I became so excited and aroused, that I came violently. Pussy juice squirted all over.<br /><br />As he fucked my butt hole with his finger, I was starting to feel a tingling sensation throughout my entire body. He was working it in and out at rhythmic pace that I was finding myself thrusting my butt hole into his finger. I really never thought that I would enjoy it, but I was wrong.<br /><br />After a few minutes, I felt Jake pull his cock out of my pussy, but he continued fingering my ass. I stopped sucking on Rich's cock to see what he was doing.<br /><br />Just then he said to me, "So you like getting your ass fucked?" I nodded with approval as worked his finger all around my ass. This was really driving me nuts and so I went back down on Rich's cock and resumed his blowjob.<br /><br />As I continued to suck Rich's cock, Jake pulled out his finger from my ass. "Don't stop, it feels really good", I said to him. "Well if you liked it so much, you're really going to like this", Jake said.<br /><br />I then felt him rubbing some type of jell around my asshole followed by what felt like at least 2 fingers inside of my ass. This felt even better than before. He applied more jell and kept working his fingers in and out of me.<br /><br />The entire time he was fingering, I was sucking the hell out of Rich's cock. and I was sure he was going to cum soon. But the next thing I knew Jake removed his fingers again and said, "Now you're ready".<br /><br />I had this feeling I knew what he meant that I was ready and I was right. I couldn't object at this point so I figured that I might as well just let him do it. I started to feel the head of Jake's massive rock hard cock rubbing around the outside of my asshole.<br /><br />He continued to rub his cock head all around the outside of my asshole making me nervous of what he was about to do to me. Then he pressed the head of his cock into my asshole and began to insert it slowly.<br /><br />I stopped sucking Rich's cock and said, "Please be easy, I've never been ass fucked before". Jake said, "Don't worry, it will hurt a little, but when I'm all the way in you're gonna love it baby".<br /><br />As he pushed it in further, it felt like he was going to split me in two, but the jell made it feel easier to let him in. I took a deep breath and bit my lip as he continued to get every inch of it in. I thought it was going to hurt more than it did.<br /><br />Before long my ass engulfed his entire black monster. He then began to slowly thrust it in and out. My god was that incredible! I was beginning to break out in a sweat as he pounded my ass with his cock.<br /><br />He would stop for a second or two but I kept grinding my ass back into him and not wanting to stop. I never realized how good it felt to be ass fucked, and especially by some black guy with a huge cock. His balls were slapping against my ass as he continued to fuck my virgin white ass.<br /><br />Rich must have sensed that I was really enjoying the treatment from Jake because he had slid himself underneath me and positioned his cock under my unattended pussy. He told Jake to stop fucking me for a moment as shoved his cock into my waiting love hole.<br /><br />"Are you ready?" Jake asked Rich. Rich nodded and then the two of them began to fuck me at the same time. Jake's black monster in my ass and Rich's cock in my pussy. It was unbelievable! Call me a slut. I don't care. It was the most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced. They both had a rhythm going and I was their very own little fuck toy.<br /><br />I asked Rich not to cum inside of me because neither of us were protected and it wasn't long before he pulled out of me and was ready to cum.<br /><br />Jake pulled out of my ass at the same time because he was starting to grunt like a guy who really needed to cum as well. I got down on my knees in front of Rich and leaned forward towards his cock to suck it off, but he stopped me.<br /><br />"I thought you were going to cum" I said.<br /><br />Rich began stroking his cock and Jake had now moved in front of me and he was stroking his cock too.<br /><br />"What are you guys doing? I said. "We're going to cum" they both said.<br /><br />"At the same time"? I asked. "Yes, at the same time" Rich said.<br /><br />"I can't take you both at the same time"? I said.<br /><br />"Sure you can. Here, I'll show you" Rich said.<br /><br />And before I could say another word, Rich turned my face towards his cock and said "Open wide". Without even thinking what he was going to do, I opened my mouth and he shot an enormous load of cum right into it. It went right to the back of my throat and I had no choice but to swallow it. I couldn't take it all and most of it dripped out of my mouth onto my chin and down onto my tits.<br /><br />I always try to trap the cum in my mouth because I don't like to swallow, but he took me by surprise and I couldn't stop from swallowing it.<br /><br />He held my head still as he let out a second load that splattered me right on the cheek and went all over my nose and into my eyes.<br /><br />I couldn't believe what was happening to me. I was begging him to stop.<br /><br />Just then, Jake turned my face towards his cock and blasted me in the forehead with a load of cum that went all in my hair.<br /><br />I was helpless as cum was dripping down my face.<br /><br />As I continued to gasp in disbelief, he blew another huge load right into my mouth. Again I had to swallow cum. It was dripping out of my mouth. It was all over my face and in my hair.<br /><br />I just received a double facial!<br /><br />Although I didn't like what they just did to me, my body was still tingling all over with orgasmic pleasure.<br /><br />After they finally finished, I grabbed my clothes and ran to the bathroom. I got cleaned up, dressed, and got out of there.<br /><br />I hoped that when I got home, my husband would be sleeping.Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4646020042842223656.post-34962136750160141072008-02-02T23:38:00.000-08:002008-02-02T23:53:34.501-08:00Secret loversYour car pulls up next to me and you smile through the window. It is nearly 8am, the sun has just come up and you look amazing, as always. You jump out of your car and into my van. Suddenly, in a rush of cool air I am surrounded by the spicy, masculine scent of you, and your warm lips are on mine.<br /><br />It is agonizing (but oh-so-fun!) to spend all day, every work day, looking but not touching. Sometimes the sexual tension you create is nearly unbearable. We tease each other with sexy looks... little touches... a wink in a meeting. I brush against you in the lunchroom, or you touch my hand when no one is looking. Sometimes all you do is look me directly in the eyes, and my nipples get hard. Then there are those daring days when you literally take my breath away by pinching my nipple unexpectedly when no one is near, making me instantly wet and throbbing.<br /><br />We both have our "real" lives at home, and this is purely fun. Our short, secret times alone together are few and far between. When we finally (mmmmmmm...finally) have a moment of privacy, I have to touch you immediately.<br /><br />I have one hand on the steering wheel and one on your warm, muscular thigh. Your fingers are playing with my hair and stroking the back of my neck while I drive to our secluded spot. We are stealing a bit of time this morning before work, so no hotel and comfy bed today. Just being this close to you and knowing what is to come makes me breathe harder, and I have to fight not to wiggle against the seat as I drive. We finally park. You are in the back captain's chair in a moment, where we can have a bit more privacy and room.<br /><br />As I climb into the back with you, I let my skirt ride up high, feeling sexy as the air hits my bare thighs. Mmmmm... that impressive bulge I've been aching to touch is straining against the fabric of your jeans. My fingers tease along the outline of that huge black cock... I squeeze a little and scratch my nails across the fabric. Smiling at you, I see your deep brown eyes are dark, almost black, with desire. You gently push my hand away and slide your pants down over your knees. Mmmm... your skin is so beautiful... dark golden brown, like rich coffee. Such a contrast to my creamy, white skin - in our case, opposites definitely do attract. You are the most beautiful man, and I love looking at you. I slide my fingers over your belly and wrap my warm hand around your stiffening black shaft.<br /><br />Your hand is cupping my breast, thumb rubbing across my hard nipple through the fabric of my blouse. I unbutton and unsnap quickly, and your hands are all over me. Holding my full white breasts, you lean in and nip at a hard pink nipple. My large nipples have always been a challenge for me to keep hidden under my clothes in a ladylike way, and being near you every day makes it nearly impossible. Just watching that incredible tight butt of yours as you walk makes my nipples hard almost constantly.<br /><br />Your lips and teeth tug at my sensitive nipple, and you tease the other with your fingertips, making me whimper in pleasure. It is so erotic just to see your dark hands on my pale skin... and to see those full, sexy lips of yours pulling on my stiff, pink nipple. Your moustache is tickling my soft skin. You know how sensitive my nipples are, and you can sometimes make me cum just by nibbling and sucking.<br /><br />Your thick black cock is so hard and hot in my hand, and I can't wait to feel that silky skin sliding over my lips. Just when I think I can't take any more nipple play, you kiss up my neck, making me tingle all over. I feel your hand slide under my skirt and between my bare thighs, finding my oh-so-wet pussy begging for your touch. My clit is swollen and throbbing, and when your fingers brush against it I cum already. You whisper huskily in my ear about how very wet I am... I take a deep breath, trying to slow down a bit. Your feathery kisses on my neck and your teasing fingers just inside the puffy lips of my pussy are making me crazy. I'm so very close to the edge... then you pull away, making me groan and squeeze my thighs together. Always the tease, you are.<br /><br />I have to taste you - I've been waiting so long! I lean over and kiss just under that big black head, making your cock jerk a bit. I look up at you and just rub my lips back and forth for a second right there, in that same spot - loving the feel of that oh-so-soft skin against my lips. I run my moist tongue from the base of your black cock to the tip... then slowly back down again. I breath in deeply, letting the sweet scent that is only you fill me.... cinnamon and carmel? I can never get enough. Mmmmm.... maybe I love to suck you so much because all my senses are surrounded and full of only you.<br /><br />Your big black cock is in its full glory all 11 inches, and it makes my heart race. You are huge. And so damn hard, like a rock. I hold the big mushroom tip in my fingers gently squeezing, and flick my tongue back and forth along that thick vein on the underside. My fingers wrap around your shaft, and I open my mouth wide over that fat cockhead, glistening with a little drop of precum. I hold my mouth open over you for a second, letting you feel my hot breath before I close my lips tightly around you, just under the ridge. Mmmmm... yes. You taste as sweet as I remember. I swirl my tongue around and around the head... the tip of my tongue teasing that little slit, hungry for more than just that one sweet drop.<br /><br />I'm so wet now I can feel it start to trickle down my thigh. I love this. I need this. I hear you moan as my lips slide further down your dick, tongue wiggling against you. The head of your cock hits the back of my throat and catches for just a second, before I take you deep. Damn, you are the biggest dick I've ever known. Every time I finally (finally!) get your thick, sweet black cock in my warm mouth, I think I might not be able to take you deeper. It's just too big for me. But I need it all. Every inch of that sweet black dick of yours. Now my lips are stretched around the thickest part of your cock... all of you filling my throat. I hold you there for a second or two. You feel the tug on your cock, as I try to swallow around you. Mmmm... slowly, slowly, I pull up. My soft lips tightly dragging against you... tongue sliding back and forth, teasing. How can you feel and taste so amazing?<br /><br />Mmmmm, your fingers are running through my soft hair. I feel you gather up all of my long, blonde hair in your hands and pull it away from my face so you can watch me enjoy this delicious moment. You know how much I love, love to suck your black dick I never get enough of it. I can't ever image sucking or touch a white mans penis again after having your sweet black cock in my mouth and pussy. You have made me cock crasy for your black dick in my mouth. I dream about your black dick in my mouth, masturbate to thoughts of your black cock in my mouth. I smile a little around your cock as I look up into your eyes. In that deep, sexy voice of yours, you say my name and tell me how good it feels. Just hearing the catch in your voice, and knowing I'm getting to you makes my clit throb. I slowly take you deep in my throat again. I know you love that feeling - and, oh my God, so do I! You reach down and pinch my nipple, feeling the vibrations around your cock as you make me moan.<br /><br />I want this to last... I could suck your black cock for hours and not get tired of it. I lay my cheek, hot and flushed, against your belly, and suckle the tip of your cock for a moment. My fingertips and nails lightly teasing your sensitive balls and gently rubbing that spot just under them... running my hand along the inside of your thighs. Your hips are pushing up at me, and your hands in my hair are urging me to take you deeper again. I relax and let you push my mouth down, down.... I choke just a little around your thick cock as you fill my throat and my world again.<br /><br />I feel your fingers at my pussy now, and I spread my legs wider... open everywhere and full of you. Your fingers slide into my slippery, tight heat so easily. I pull up and take a ragged breath. Your big cock is almost visibly throbbing, and so wet and slick. I flick my tongue across the tip while my slippery hand grips and slides up and down that amazing shaft. Ah... your fingers sliding in and out of me... while my fingers slip up and down on you to the same rhythm.... so fucking delicious.<br /><br />With more urgency, you guide me down over you... wanting my warm mouth to take you inside. I hungrily slip your cock over my lips again... across my velvety tongue and all the way down my tight throat in one swift motion. The feel of me swallowing all of you again is too much. You are holding my hair tight now... and suddenly your cock is jerking and throbbing in my throat... spurting all that sweet, thick cum so very deep. I hold you deep as long as I can.. reveling in the sensation. Ah, but I have to pull up, your cock still throbbing. Ohh... that last spurt of sweet, delicious cum hits my tongue and it is too much for me. Your taste floods my mouth, and I grind my drenched pussy against your hand and begin to orgasm again. That breathtaking lightning bolt of pleasure hits me so hard... spreading from deep in my belly outward until my whole body is trembling because I'm in an uncontrol able orgasm. Damn. How can it be this good?<br /><br />Back to the office for another day of secret, knowing smiles..Trainnerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01261801042025652949noreply@blogger.com0