Lisa wasn’t naturally given to cheating on her partners. She’d had a number of boyfriends during high school and college to whom she was a faithful companion, but she did get bored easily and her relationships tended to end in a matter of months as the newness of her beau wore thin.
When she met Ken it seemed like the perfect match. She needed someone with a stable income while she devoted herself to sculpting and clay. Ken worked in the oil exploration business and was frequently in the field for weeks to months at a time. When he returned from far flung places like South America, Indonesia, and Alaska it was like a new person entered her life. Still, after he had been home for a couple of months, in a subconscious effort to create a new lover, she would begin to call him Kenneth or Kenny. It didn’t help that he hated being called either of those.
Things were a bit tense when he left for the airport and a trip to check some potential new oils fields in Brazil. She had made it clear to him when they married that she wasn’t going to depend on a dildo for weeks at a time and reciprocated by granting him freedom to enjoy himself while away. Some of their hottest sex was the result of sharing exploits during their separations and enjoying what the other had learned from a casual side lover. So, as Lisa watched Ken’s truck roll down the street she was already planning her week around a few random “social interactions.”
Discretion was the underlying cornerstone of the agreement. Neither would engage in conspicuous exploits which meant no co-worker engagements for Ken and no neighbor relations for Lisa. It had never been an issue for either of them. There was never a shortage of local women looking to hook up with a visiting American engineer. Lisa had no problem finding casual lovers either online or at a couple of high end downtown hotel bars. Lisa’s slender body and long willowy limbs paired with naturally blond hair and perfectly shaped natural c-cup breasts demanded attention from every man in the vicinity.
Lisa took her time getting herself ready. Slowly and luxuriously shaving her legs and underarms while basking in a hot tub. Fortunately, she had just had herself waxed and before climbing out of the tub to shower off, she enjoyed the feel of her smooth labia by sliding her soapy middle finger between them and gently forking them between her ring, middle and index fingers. The pressure on her clit combined with the thought of a new unmet lover made her entire body shake in anticipation. She was tempted to get herself off right then, but a voice in her head whispered, “save that for him…whoever he turns out to be.”
Lisa showered off the bath water and put on just enough makeup to highlight her best features while not making herself look desperate. She slipped on a hot pink tank dress that showed off both the curves of her breasts and her hips. She knew it was so short that if she bent forward at all there would be an unforgettable view for anyone behind her. She puzzled for a second on underwear. Not which ones but whether or not to wear any at all. She finally chose a black thong with the recognition that it’s best not to give men everything they want too soon. Better to leave something to the imagination.
Lisa picked up her small purse with keys and credit card and was reaching for the door when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be,” she thought as she slid open the door. Lisa is a tall woman almost six feet, but when she opened the door she found herself looking into the chest of the person on the other side. He was a good eight inches taller. A black man whose chiseled shoulders filled the doorway from side to side. He was wearing a sweaty white T-shirt that left nothing to one’s imagination about the degree of his fitness.
His smile was genuine. The sort of smile that makes you immediately like someone. “Hi, my name is James. I just moved in across the street. I can see that you are going somewhere so I won’t disturb you,” he said while backing away from the door. It took Lisa a second to snap out of the trance she was in. His voice was low and soothing. It was like some sort of magic spell came over her. Finally, she drifted back and when she was able to speak her voice was husky and sultry- “Come in James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m not going anywhere special.”
Lisa held her hand out to shake and James took it gently in his huge paw of hand. He could have crushed her hand but he held it like a delicate flower. And said with a hint of slyness, “So this is how you dress to greet all of your new neighbors?” Lisa looked deep into his dark brown eyes. Feeling her fate falling into him and in a flirtatious sexy tone said, “Only the very special ones.”
James explained that he had been working on a plumbing problem with his house all day but wasn’t able to complete things for lack of one part. He was hoping he might impose on a neighbor for use of their shower to clean up before bedtime.
Lisa knew she would be breaking a cardinal rule if she encouraged an interlude with James, but she had never been with a black man before and the spell he seemed to cast over her completely withered an self control she might have mustered.
Lisa invited James in and showed him up to the primary bath, gave him a towel and asked if he had eaten dinner. Without awaiting his response, she said, “I make an awesome Italian pasta and marinara if you are up for a light dinner.” James peeled the t-shirt over his head exposing the most exquisite male body Lisa had ever seen and smiled his intoxicating smile. “That sounds marvelous. I always enjoy tasting the delights of a beautiful woman.” Lisa wondered if she was misinterpreting the innuendo of James’ statement but sincerely hoped she was not.
While the pasta was boiling and the marinara was stewing, Lisa slipped off her thong. No need to leave anything to this guy’s imagination. It seemed that he was already imagining things. The thong was still damp from the encounter at the door and she held it to her nose inhaling her own lustful scent. It made her wet all over again and she gently inserted a finger in her pussy while steadying herself against the kitchen island counter. This is how James found her as he entered the kitchen freshly showered and wearing Ken’s robe, having forgotten to bring a change of clothes.
Her back was to him and ******* of his presence she slipped the wet finger into her mouth sucking greedily at her own flow. It was as her finger slipped from her mouth that James chuckled lightheartedly and said, “I see you have started on the appetizers without me.”
Lisa was startled and spun around blushing guiltily. James was slowly making his way toward her as he said, “Mind if I join you? No need to stop on my account.” Lisa looked down a bit ashamed of being caught so compromisngly. James reached out and lifted her chin. He looked into her deep blue eyes and his other hand slid between her legs. “A beautiful woman should never be ashamed of spreading her wings.” Then his middle finger penetrated her deeply. His finger was bigger and longer than the cocks of some men she had been with. Her mind briefly recalled the Japanese businessman she fucked at the local Omni. His dick was hard but it was like being fucked with a Sharpie. Then James suddenly removed his finger and Lisa gasped at the deep sense of longing its absence left her feeling. James sucked slowly on his finger savoring Lisa’s lust and finally said, “There, now we are even.”
Lisa knew that as she leaned forward to strain the pasta, James was getting full view of her bare waxed pussy from his seat at the kitchen table. She had tasked him with opening a bottle of wine as she set the table and put the pasta and sauce out for eating.
James leaned back and straightened his broad shoulders. As he did so, the robe that was already too small fell open. Lisa was transfixed by the site of his chest and abs. They were sculpted as from stone. His nipples were long, thick and hard. She ached to feel them against her tongue.
Lisa was brought back to reality when James said, “Feed me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. “I’ve been working hard all day and I’m ready to be taken care of,” he said playfully emphasizing hard and being taken care of with a tone of innuendo that was unmistakable. Lisa felt her pussy go suddenly wetter than it ever had before and she felt a bead of her own desire trickling down her inner thigh. “Come sit on my knee and feed me,” James now said firmly.
Lisa obeyed him without thought. His thigh was so muscular that she easily balanced herself there while twirling a fork in the marinara covered pasta. She carefully raised it to James’ waiting mouth and watched him savor it with gusto. She felt something tap the back of her knee. In her mind she thought, “That couldn’t possibly be his cock, could it?” If it was, she did some mental calculation of its length, given the angle she was seated it must be ten inches long and she wasn’t sure he was fully erect. She felt her wetness now collecting on and oiling James’ thigh. He must be noticing it too.
Lisa rolled more pasta on the fork and wiggled her ass to that her dress bunched up around her waist and her bare pussy rubbed greedily on James’s well-lubricated thigh. She slid the pasta into his mouth but a dab of marinara clung to his lower lip. “You have sauce on your lip James, let me get that for you,” Lisa said as she leaned forward and stuck out her slick pink tongue to lick off the sauce. Before she could capture it, James leaned forward and captured her tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it hard pulling her mouth hard against his own. The lingering taste of her pussy was laced with the tangy marinara. James’ huge hand engulfed her breast and she finally got the courage to reach down and secure his cock in her hand.
She felt two huge throbs as James’ cock filled to full size. Her hand could not even come close to encircling it. It was literally the same girth as Kenneth’s wrist. She slid her hand down the length of his cock. It seemed to go on forever before she reached the engorged head that was at least a big as a large plum. The head of his cock was bigger than the palm of her hand could hold. She stroked it and petted it then squeezed it and felt huge drops of precum coat her palm.
All the while James was greedily devouring her mouth with his tongue and pinching her swollen nipple between his huge finger and thumb like a vice. Lisa had never invited pain as a part of lovemaking in the past, but the spell James was casting on her left her begging him to inflame her other nipple. James pulled away, took the steak knife from the table and in that instant Lisa was sure he was going to kill her while he fucked her. There was no panic in her mind. Just a deep desire to be taken by James and his huge cock no matter the consequences.
James had no intention of killing Lisa, at least not in that moment, and instead used the knife to cut her dress from top to bottom revealing her breasts and her flat toned stomach and of course her bare pussy. He reached down and clamped both nipples between a finger and thumb and crushed them mercilessly. “Tell me this is what you wanted. Tell me!,” he growled. Lisa’s pussy creamed while she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! That’s what I want.” He squeezed even harder and she came in shudders. James did not relent and maintained the viselike grip on her nipples while she orgasmed over and over.
As her orgasms subsided, James released his grips and Lisa looked at her nipples. They were red and still misshapen and flat from James’ grip. She had little time to process this as James put his giant hand on her head and compelled her to drop to her knees. She knew instinctively what he wanted and she wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
Lisa knelt and came face to face with the long thick throbbing veiny cock of James. She honestly thought of the few beastiality films she had seen featuring horses. It was honestly that huge. She sucked on her tongue to fill her mouth with saliva and spat a huge wad of it on the brown slick head of James’ cock before opening her mouth widely and taking as much of the head of his cock into her mouth as possible. There was not room for more than the head and that was with her mouth stretched wide. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked on it like a lollipop. She felt the precum ooze onto her tongue and used it to lubricate him while he pushed on the back of her head trying to force more of his monster cock into her. She thanked the sex gods for her absence of a gag reflex as the head of his cock pressed against her tonsils. She continued to suck, lick, bite greedily wanting him to abuse her face. Her hand cupped his sack and handball-sized nuts. He pushed greedily at her throat finally moaning as he released himself into her, his cock swelling even bigger in her mouth and filling her throat with thick ropes of his black seed. She swallowed as much as she could with the remainder frothing out around his cock and dripping down her chin.
James looked down at her with his smile and used his index finger to gather the cum on her chin. “Ready for dessert?,” he asked. She nodded and he slipped his cum covered finger into her mouth.
Read the next installment where James continues his enchantment of Lisa and fulfills dreams she never realized she had.
When she met Ken it seemed like the perfect match. She needed someone with a stable income while she devoted herself to sculpting and clay. Ken worked in the oil exploration business and was frequently in the field for weeks to months at a time. When he returned from far flung places like South America, Indonesia, and Alaska it was like a new person entered her life. Still, after he had been home for a couple of months, in a subconscious effort to create a new lover, she would begin to call him Kenneth or Kenny. It didn’t help that he hated being called either of those.
Things were a bit tense when he left for the airport and a trip to check some potential new oils fields in Brazil. She had made it clear to him when they married that she wasn’t going to depend on a dildo for weeks at a time and reciprocated by granting him freedom to enjoy himself while away. Some of their hottest sex was the result of sharing exploits during their separations and enjoying what the other had learned from a casual side lover. So, as Lisa watched Ken’s truck roll down the street she was already planning her week around a few random “social interactions.”
Discretion was the underlying cornerstone of the agreement. Neither would engage in conspicuous exploits which meant no co-worker engagements for Ken and no neighbor relations for Lisa. It had never been an issue for either of them. There was never a shortage of local women looking to hook up with a visiting American engineer. Lisa had no problem finding casual lovers either online or at a couple of high end downtown hotel bars. Lisa’s slender body and long willowy limbs paired with naturally blond hair and perfectly shaped natural c-cup breasts demanded attention from every man in the vicinity.
Lisa took her time getting herself ready. Slowly and luxuriously shaving her legs and underarms while basking in a hot tub. Fortunately, she had just had herself waxed and before climbing out of the tub to shower off, she enjoyed the feel of her smooth labia by sliding her soapy middle finger between them and gently forking them between her ring, middle and index fingers. The pressure on her clit combined with the thought of a new unmet lover made her entire body shake in anticipation. She was tempted to get herself off right then, but a voice in her head whispered, “save that for him…whoever he turns out to be.”
Lisa showered off the bath water and put on just enough makeup to highlight her best features while not making herself look desperate. She slipped on a hot pink tank dress that showed off both the curves of her breasts and her hips. She knew it was so short that if she bent forward at all there would be an unforgettable view for anyone behind her. She puzzled for a second on underwear. Not which ones but whether or not to wear any at all. She finally chose a black thong with the recognition that it’s best not to give men everything they want too soon. Better to leave something to the imagination.
Lisa picked up her small purse with keys and credit card and was reaching for the door when the doorbell rang. “Who the fuck could that be,” she thought as she slid open the door. Lisa is a tall woman almost six feet, but when she opened the door she found herself looking into the chest of the person on the other side. He was a good eight inches taller. A black man whose chiseled shoulders filled the doorway from side to side. He was wearing a sweaty white T-shirt that left nothing to one’s imagination about the degree of his fitness.
His smile was genuine. The sort of smile that makes you immediately like someone. “Hi, my name is James. I just moved in across the street. I can see that you are going somewhere so I won’t disturb you,” he said while backing away from the door. It took Lisa a second to snap out of the trance she was in. His voice was low and soothing. It was like some sort of magic spell came over her. Finally, she drifted back and when she was able to speak her voice was husky and sultry- “Come in James, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m not going anywhere special.”
Lisa held her hand out to shake and James took it gently in his huge paw of hand. He could have crushed her hand but he held it like a delicate flower. And said with a hint of slyness, “So this is how you dress to greet all of your new neighbors?” Lisa looked deep into his dark brown eyes. Feeling her fate falling into him and in a flirtatious sexy tone said, “Only the very special ones.”
James explained that he had been working on a plumbing problem with his house all day but wasn’t able to complete things for lack of one part. He was hoping he might impose on a neighbor for use of their shower to clean up before bedtime.
Lisa knew she would be breaking a cardinal rule if she encouraged an interlude with James, but she had never been with a black man before and the spell he seemed to cast over her completely withered an self control she might have mustered.
Lisa invited James in and showed him up to the primary bath, gave him a towel and asked if he had eaten dinner. Without awaiting his response, she said, “I make an awesome Italian pasta and marinara if you are up for a light dinner.” James peeled the t-shirt over his head exposing the most exquisite male body Lisa had ever seen and smiled his intoxicating smile. “That sounds marvelous. I always enjoy tasting the delights of a beautiful woman.” Lisa wondered if she was misinterpreting the innuendo of James’ statement but sincerely hoped she was not.
While the pasta was boiling and the marinara was stewing, Lisa slipped off her thong. No need to leave anything to this guy’s imagination. It seemed that he was already imagining things. The thong was still damp from the encounter at the door and she held it to her nose inhaling her own lustful scent. It made her wet all over again and she gently inserted a finger in her pussy while steadying herself against the kitchen island counter. This is how James found her as he entered the kitchen freshly showered and wearing Ken’s robe, having forgotten to bring a change of clothes.
Her back was to him and ******* of his presence she slipped the wet finger into her mouth sucking greedily at her own flow. It was as her finger slipped from her mouth that James chuckled lightheartedly and said, “I see you have started on the appetizers without me.”
Lisa was startled and spun around blushing guiltily. James was slowly making his way toward her as he said, “Mind if I join you? No need to stop on my account.” Lisa looked down a bit ashamed of being caught so compromisngly. James reached out and lifted her chin. He looked into her deep blue eyes and his other hand slid between her legs. “A beautiful woman should never be ashamed of spreading her wings.” Then his middle finger penetrated her deeply. His finger was bigger and longer than the cocks of some men she had been with. Her mind briefly recalled the Japanese businessman she fucked at the local Omni. His dick was hard but it was like being fucked with a Sharpie. Then James suddenly removed his finger and Lisa gasped at the deep sense of longing its absence left her feeling. James sucked slowly on his finger savoring Lisa’s lust and finally said, “There, now we are even.”
Lisa knew that as she leaned forward to strain the pasta, James was getting full view of her bare waxed pussy from his seat at the kitchen table. She had tasked him with opening a bottle of wine as she set the table and put the pasta and sauce out for eating.
James leaned back and straightened his broad shoulders. As he did so, the robe that was already too small fell open. Lisa was transfixed by the site of his chest and abs. They were sculpted as from stone. His nipples were long, thick and hard. She ached to feel them against her tongue.
Lisa was brought back to reality when James said, “Feed me.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement. “I’ve been working hard all day and I’m ready to be taken care of,” he said playfully emphasizing hard and being taken care of with a tone of innuendo that was unmistakable. Lisa felt her pussy go suddenly wetter than it ever had before and she felt a bead of her own desire trickling down her inner thigh. “Come sit on my knee and feed me,” James now said firmly.
Lisa obeyed him without thought. His thigh was so muscular that she easily balanced herself there while twirling a fork in the marinara covered pasta. She carefully raised it to James’ waiting mouth and watched him savor it with gusto. She felt something tap the back of her knee. In her mind she thought, “That couldn’t possibly be his cock, could it?” If it was, she did some mental calculation of its length, given the angle she was seated it must be ten inches long and she wasn’t sure he was fully erect. She felt her wetness now collecting on and oiling James’ thigh. He must be noticing it too.
Lisa rolled more pasta on the fork and wiggled her ass to that her dress bunched up around her waist and her bare pussy rubbed greedily on James’s well-lubricated thigh. She slid the pasta into his mouth but a dab of marinara clung to his lower lip. “You have sauce on your lip James, let me get that for you,” Lisa said as she leaned forward and stuck out her slick pink tongue to lick off the sauce. Before she could capture it, James leaned forward and captured her tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it hard pulling her mouth hard against his own. The lingering taste of her pussy was laced with the tangy marinara. James’ huge hand engulfed her breast and she finally got the courage to reach down and secure his cock in her hand.
She felt two huge throbs as James’ cock filled to full size. Her hand could not even come close to encircling it. It was literally the same girth as Kenneth’s wrist. She slid her hand down the length of his cock. It seemed to go on forever before she reached the engorged head that was at least a big as a large plum. The head of his cock was bigger than the palm of her hand could hold. She stroked it and petted it then squeezed it and felt huge drops of precum coat her palm.
All the while James was greedily devouring her mouth with his tongue and pinching her swollen nipple between his huge finger and thumb like a vice. Lisa had never invited pain as a part of lovemaking in the past, but the spell James was casting on her left her begging him to inflame her other nipple. James pulled away, took the steak knife from the table and in that instant Lisa was sure he was going to kill her while he fucked her. There was no panic in her mind. Just a deep desire to be taken by James and his huge cock no matter the consequences.
James had no intention of killing Lisa, at least not in that moment, and instead used the knife to cut her dress from top to bottom revealing her breasts and her flat toned stomach and of course her bare pussy. He reached down and clamped both nipples between a finger and thumb and crushed them mercilessly. “Tell me this is what you wanted. Tell me!,” he growled. Lisa’s pussy creamed while she sobbed, “Yes! Yes! That’s what I want.” He squeezed even harder and she came in shudders. James did not relent and maintained the viselike grip on her nipples while she orgasmed over and over.
As her orgasms subsided, James released his grips and Lisa looked at her nipples. They were red and still misshapen and flat from James’ grip. She had little time to process this as James put his giant hand on her head and compelled her to drop to her knees. She knew instinctively what he wanted and she wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
Lisa knelt and came face to face with the long thick throbbing veiny cock of James. She honestly thought of the few beastiality films she had seen featuring horses. It was honestly that huge. She sucked on her tongue to fill her mouth with saliva and spat a huge wad of it on the brown slick head of James’ cock before opening her mouth widely and taking as much of the head of his cock into her mouth as possible. There was not room for more than the head and that was with her mouth stretched wide. She swirled her tongue around it and sucked on it like a lollipop. She felt the precum ooze onto her tongue and used it to lubricate him while he pushed on the back of her head trying to force more of his monster cock into her. She thanked the sex gods for her absence of a gag reflex as the head of his cock pressed against her tonsils. She continued to suck, lick, bite greedily wanting him to abuse her face. Her hand cupped his sack and handball-sized nuts. He pushed greedily at her throat finally moaning as he released himself into her, his cock swelling even bigger in her mouth and filling her throat with thick ropes of his black seed. She swallowed as much as she could with the remainder frothing out around his cock and dripping down her chin.
James looked down at her with his smile and used his index finger to gather the cum on her chin. “Ready for dessert?,” he asked. She nodded and he slipped his cum covered finger into her mouth.
Read the next installment where James continues his enchantment of Lisa and fulfills dreams she never realized she had.
