“Father, I have a confession to make,” Orla said, crossing herself vigorously as she spoke.
“Go on, my child, the Lord forgives all who repent in honesty,” the priest behind the screen said calmly.
“Okay, I have been trying for a long time to have a baby, but my husband and I have been unable to conceive. I thought it was me, but a doctor said it wasn’t, so... I started to think about ways around the problem. My sister recommended this special clinic, where I would be... where I could become with child, but it didn’t work. I was desperate, Father, I didn’t know where to turn...”
“Come, child, speak the truth and you will feel better, the Lord does not judge you here,” the calm voice continued.
“My sister said that there was one more thing to try... to actually have sex... I mean, relations with a man who was... blessed in certain areas... and to let him give me the child I wanted so much. So I did it. I had relations with a stranger and ... it felt amazing. It was the best sex I’d ever had. Ever. I... no, it is too much, even for the confessional... anyway, afterwards I felt so guilty, despite what I thought was growing in my belly.”
“Please, continue.”
“I did a test today and... I’m still not pregnant!” Orla wailed. “I... I don’t want to go through it all again, but... I think I have to. I don’t have any other choice. I think I might... I might... stray more, I might give into temptation and... Father, I sometimes feel like I want to do this even if there was no baby to create. I feel like I want to fu... have relations with these men just for pleasure. I try to be good, but my... I can’t rid myself of these sinful thoughts and feelings.”
There was silence for longer than she expected, then she heard the sound of... was that a zipper? A click and then the barrier between the two booths shot up. Orla shrieked as the priest thrust his enormous black cock through the gap.
“Shut up and suck this motherfucker, cunt!”
Unable to resist, Orla gobbled up the massive dick in front of her, greedily slobbering all over the head, stroking the shaft with one hand while kneading the balls with the other.
“Leroy, get in here!”
The door to the confessional was thrown open and a naked black stud stood there. It was the same man who had fucked her the week before at Tandino’s house. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off the priest’s cock, dragging her out into the church. She was pushed to the floor and her dress literally ripped off her.
Leroy thrust himself to the balls into Orla’s pussy and she screamed with pleasure. In front of her the priest appeared and she began to lap at his balls with tongue, his enormous rod lying on her face.
“Boys, get in line,” the priest said and Orla noticed that behind Leroy were lots of other naked black men, stroking even bigger cocks than the one currently fucking her. She couldn’t count how many, but there had to be at least 50 of them.
“We’re all going to cum in that fucking hole of yours, cunt,” the priest said. “You gon’ have a black baby in you today, I promise.”
“Yes! Fuck me, all of you, I’m a fucking dirty cunt that exists to serve black men!”
“Fuck yeah!” Leroy shouted as he pounded her pussy.
“Then we’re all going to fuck that pretty little ass too!” The priest grinned sadistically. “Maybe take you two at a time as well. You like that, whore?”
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum just thinking about it!”
She screamed and, as her orgasm hit, she woke up, gasping for air, body drenched in sweat, her pussy sopping wet. Her husband was snoring next to her and she got up quickly, desperately even. She hurried into the bathroom and locked the door, tearing her nightclothes off and tossing them aside. Furiously she began to masturbate, closing her eyes and imagining the scene she’d dreamt about. Her knees buckled as she came and she sunk to the ground, crying with pleasure.
She sat for a moment on the carpeted floor, sobbing. She’d been like this all week since the session with the stranger and Corina. Every single day she’d masturbated at least four times - if she didn’t, she always ended up like this, waking up after the most sordid, sinful dreams her imagination could conjure up. There was an intense pressure building up inside her that she was terrified could only be properly released by one thing: getting fucked by a black man.
She needed help and there was only one place she knew she could get it from.
----
Mei Ling sat nervously, squirming slightly in her chair as she waited, alone, in Tandino’s office. She’d finally plucked up the courage to see him, to ask for help as Corina and Emily had suggested, but she had no idea what the outcome of this chat might be. If she got ejected from the building for her impertinence, well, she had no idea where to turn next. She’d have to either tell her parents or try to get rid of the child, something she knew was sensible, but she really didn’t want to consider that option.
She wasn’t pro-life or anything like that, she just - and she knew this would have sounded silly to outsiders - really wanted to have a baby. Her parents would be thrilled about it... if she was married. To be outside of marriage, that could be sorted out quickly... but to be carrying a random man’s child? That was hard to explain to them... and it didn’t help that the child would be black. There were all sorts of other problems too, which is why she was here in Tandino’s office.
The door swung open and in walked Vanessa. Mei Ling had met her a few times, but was in no way close. Of course, to Vanessa, that was irrelevant. She knew all she needed to know, having been filled in by Corina beforehand.
“Hello Mei,” Vanessa said warmly, sitting opposite the nervous girl. “So... I hear you’re up the spout.”
Mei Ling stared at her blankly.
“Up the duff, carrying a bun in the oven, knocked up... pregnant.”
“Oh, sorry, yes, the test was positive,” Mei Ling said. “I am here to ask for help. Corina said I should.”
“Of course,” Vanessa said, leaning forward, her elbows on the glass table between them, fingers interlaced. “We’re going to help you, Mei, don’t worry about that. We wouldn’t leave you stranded. Corina will have told you about Project Blackout and, as part of that, we are very pro-active when it comes to supporting expectant mothers of mixed race babies.”
“Oh, thank you!” Mei Ling said, trying to prevent herself from bursting into tears, her relief washing over her. “I am grateful, more than words, I... “
She didn’t succeed, the tears flowing.
“There’s just one little thing we’d like you to do for us in return,” Vanessa said. “Well, a few things actually.”
“I will do anything!”
Vanessa smiled for a second. “First of all, we will pay for your accommodation, childcare fees, everything like that. You will want for nothing. Mr Tandino is especially concerned with this sort of thing and has allocated a significant degree of funding to keeping our mothers happy, safe and - most importantly - wanting to have more babies later on. Do you think you will be wanting more children with black fathers in the future?”
“Yes!” Mei Ling blurted out. “Yes, definitely. I will do that if you want.”
“Well, you have to want to do it too,” Vanessa said. “Nobody will force you to have more children and it won’t make any difference to your funding from us. Of course, the more children you have, the more funding you get. Stands to reason. Anyway, that’s the first thing... the second thing is video. Corina, Emily and some other women have agreed to star in some video productions we want made to push the project and we feel that you could be a huge hit when we try to crack the east Asian market. You could be a role model for all Chinese women, all Japanese women, anyone who identifies with you, all watching you getting fucked and cumming all over black cocks... is that of interest?”
Mei Ling didn’t know what to say. She’d never thought about anything like this before. What would happen if her parents found out... wait, how could they not? She was going to give them a black grandchild... so what if they discovered she was being filmed having sex?
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Splendid, I kinda knew you would,” Vanessa grinned. “In fact, nobody has actually refused. I get the feeling people really want to open up about their lifestyle choices. No more hiding, just let it out there and be proud of who you are...”
“A black cock slut,” Mei Ling said.
“Indeed. There’s one more thing for the moment, though we might ask special favours of you later,” Vanessa said.
“Anything,” Mei Ling smiled.
“Okay... could you stand up, please?”
Mei Ling did as she was instructed. Vanessa also stood. Mei Ling watched as the blonde woman slowly walked up to her.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Mei,” she said, standing right in front of her. “So, I thought maybe...”
Mei Ling didn’t move as Vanessa started to unbutton her top. She remained motionless as Vanessa slid the garment over her shoulders, tossing it aside. There was no bra underneath and, as Vanessa pushed Mei’s skirt down over her hips, the blonde woman grinned as she saw there was no underwear either. The Chinese girl stood naked except for her heels.
“...mmmmmm, gorgeous,” Vanessa said. “Just imagine, a black baby’s in there.”
Vanessa place her hand on Mei’s belly, moving closer, pressing herself up against Mei’s naked body. Their lips met and they shared a long, slow kiss, Vanessa’s hand moving off Mei’s belly and down to her groin. Mei jumped slightly as Vanessa’s expert fingers probed and massaged her. The kiss, eventually, was broken.
Vanessa stepped away, grinning, sucking the fingers that had been inside Mei Ling’s pussy.
“Sweet,” she said, seductively. “I’ll get a taste of that cunt later, I think, but for now...”
She picked up a phone off the desk and tapped away for a second. As she put it down, the door to the room opened and in stepped two tall, black women. They were completely naked except from two huge black strap-ons around their waists and thigh high leather boots with long heels. They stood, hands on hips, staring sternly at Mei Ling, who felt small and powerless in the presence.
“Monique, Shonda,” Vanessa said, reaching into the top drawer of her desk and pulling out a large tub of lubricant. “I think our friend here needs some training on how to fully appreciate the joys of sapphism... do you want to help me teach her?”
“Oh yeah,” said Shonda, nodding but still looking stern. “This little cunt looks like she needs quite a few lessons. That right, bitch?”
Mei Ling nodded, nervously, her pussy getting very wet indeed. Shonda wasted no time, moving swiftly to Mei and grabbing her by the neck with one hand. Her other hand snaked round behind Mei’s back and gave her butt a hard slap.
“Mmm, yes, juicy fucking ass,” Monique said, coming round behind Mei Ling. “Slut, spread your fucking ass for me.”
Mei Ling obeyed, putting one hand on each cheek and pulling them apart.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Monique said before burying her face in Mei’s butt, causing the girl to squawk loudly as a long tongue invaded her hole.
“Monique just loves to eat a girl’s ass,” Vanessa said, running a finger down Mei Ling’s jawline. “Do you like her doing this for you?”
“Ahh, uh-huh,” Mei Ling nodded, not quite knowing what she was feeling as the black woman tongued her asshole.
“That little pussy’s getting lonely,” Shonda growled, taking her hand from Mei Ling’s neck and thrusting her middle and ring fingers into her slippery cunt. Another squawk. Her thumb pressed hard against Mei Ling’s clitoris, rubbing it aggressively as she held the fingers inside her.
“Oh yeah, the cunt likes that shit,” Shonda grinned, thrusting and rubbing faster as Mei Ling’s body responded. Vanessa leaned in and kissed the girl’s neck gently, moving downwards slowly to her heaving chest, taking each nipple in her mouth and caressing it with her tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Mei Ling said as all three women teased and tantalised her in different ways. She felt her knees trembling as her pleasure mounted, the tongues and fingers doing their work superbly.
“Oh... fuck... I... gonna... cum...”
As soon as she said that, the women immediately tore themselves away from Mei Ling, causing her to scream in frustration. She stared at them with a mixture of bewilderment and a little anger, but they remained unmoved.
“You don’t get to cum until we say you can,” Monique said from behind her, giving Mei Ling a hard slap on her ass.
“Yes,” Vanessa nodded. “The exquisite torture of an orgasm denied. Now...”
Vanessa held her right hand up to Mei Ling’s eyeline, the Chinese girl flustered by her inability to climax. Vanessa knew that feeling well, knowing how frustrating it was, but also how incredible it felt to finally be allowed to let all that tension go in one mind-melting orgasm.
In her other hand she had the big tub of lube and Mei Ling’s eyes widened when Vanessa put her whole fist into it. Pulling it out, it was completely covered in the goo and Vanessa, putting down the tub, smeared it up and down her forearm too.
“... this going up into your pussy as far as I can get it,” Vanessa finished. Mei Ling merely whimpered, fear in her eyes but also that spark of lust that never seemed to leave them.
“Or maybe it’ll go up your ass,” Vanessa grinned. “Maybe both... we have a long day ahead of us.”
---
“I need help”.
Corina looked at her phone, Orla’s message displayed on the screen. She grinned, knowing precisely what this was about. Without hesitation, she pressed dial and called her sister.
“Corina! Thank God, I need to talk to you,” Orla blurted out as soon as she picked up the call.
“What’s the matter, sis?”
“It... I’m finding it difficult to say it... um, it’s about last week. The you know... the thing I did...”
“I see,” Corina stifled a chuckle. This was all going so well!
“I’m struggling, Corina, really struggling,” Orla said, her voice wavering. “I keep thinking about it and having these... very bad dreams. And I keep... er... oh hell, playing with myself a lot because of it. I feel so... turned on all the time.”
Corina knew precisely what her sister was feeling. She’d gone through the same thing, that intense craving for the new experiences, the powerful orgasms and the touch of her naked white skin on... damn, she was getting horny herself now.
“And the worst thing is... I’m not even sure I’m pregnant! The test was inconclusive!”
Corina sighed contentedly. That too was part of the plan. Tandino had given Orla a set of ‘fake’ test kits, the results predetermined to promote confusion and, hopefully, the idea of taking more black dick to “make sure”.
“I don’t think I can do it again,” Orla said. “It was... interesting, I’ll give you that, but I’m not sure I can live with myself. I think I’m just going to have to accept that I’m barren or... but what if the test is positive after all? Oh God, I’m so confused!”
“What have you been dreaming about, Orla? Sometimes if we look at your dreams, it can tell you what your body needs, something you are missing out on that you should get more of. It might be your subconscious giving you messages, saying “hey girl, we really need to do this” or something.”
Orla was silent for a moment then it all came tumbling out. Corina felt her pussy getting wet at the flurry of sexual images and scenarios that Orla’s mind had conjured up. She told her about the gang-bang in the church and the dream she’d had about going into a seedy bar and letting all the black customers fuck her. She told her about the vision of a group of black workmen having their way with Orla while her husband was at work one day and about how she was gang-fucked by a group of studs while her husband lay snoring next to her, never once waking up even when Orla screamed out in ecstasy.
“Um... wow,” Corina said, “I’m not sure what to say.”
“I know, it’s disgusting and... I know it was ... fun with that man, but I thought that was it. One fling and then over, I could get back to normal. My mind, my body, they’re betraying me! I... can’t go on like this much longer. I need to do something!”
“What is it you want to do that’ll help? Can I be blunt and say I think there’s probably only one thing you can do...”
Orla merely made a strangled noise on the other end of the line.
“I think you need ... and remember, I have to be blunt here ... to get fucked.”
“Oh my God...”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it was the obvious solution,” Corina said. It was time to speak the truth. “Think of it as if you’ve suddenly found this key to unlock this whole side of you that was kept hidden all these years. This part of you exists, Orla, this sexual side that you’ve denied for too long. It’s in all of us, all of these wives, mothers and girls who’ve been repressed by the white male patriarchy for too long. You owe it to yourself to let this part of you shine, let it come out and just let yourself be fucking happy for once!”
Silence.
“I saw your face when you came on that big black cock, sis,” Corina continued. “I saw how sexy you looked, how wonderful you felt. You glowed, girl. You looked better than I’ve ever seen you, full of life, full of... something. I’m no poet, I just know you looked like you’d started living at last. All I want is for you to be happy and I think if you don’t go ahead with this, you’ll never be happy.”
Orla hung up suddenly, throwing her phone down on the bed next to her. She wept.
Corina looked at her own phone and wondered if she’d gone too far. It had been said now, there was no going back. Orla would either give in or she wouldn’t. There was no middle ground. Corina bit her lip and hoped she’d made the right call.
---
Zoey Porterfield looked out the hotel window, watching as life passed by outside. She was high up, the 10th floor, the cars moving so slowly far below. It was normal life that, she thought. A routine, a city life she’d never really known. She’d grown up in a holiday resort, bereft of life in the off season and teeming with strangers as soon as the city types could get away. She’d been to the city lots of times, of course, but never for this long.
She sighed. Her parents didn’t know where she was. She was only 19 and had abandoned them when ‘That Moment’ happened. The moment that changed her life forever. She loved her parents and she would contact them soon, but for now she was involved in something far greater. She was defining her life - university was out the window, her previous life consigned to history. She was a new woman.
And all because she’d seen a beautiful woman being fucked on a beach a few months before.
‘That Moment’ when Zoey had spotted Corina on the beach with her two black lovers had triggered something extraordinary in her. A lot of people talk about love at first sight, about heart-stopping times when things just hit you. Zoey had, like others, dismissed these things as Hollywood fantasy... until it had happened to her. For Zoey, though, it hadn’t been a swoon over a handsome devil at school or anything like that. For her it was something everyone denies - that you can change so suddenly, so completely, almost like you become a different person.
She’d seen two massive black cocks and, at that instant, she’d become a black cock slut. There were barely any black people in her holiday resort, certainly not enough that she’d come into contact with them very often, if at all, during the course of each year. Her school was almost exclusively white, with the occasional Asian student sprinkled in. But towering black studs with penises like tree trunks? Nope.
So Zoey hadn’t even known she was attracted to black men really, beyond rap stars or soccer players or whatever. That was just a kid looking up at these big celebrities in awe, that wasn’t love... but the second she saw those big black dicks... now that was love, infatuation, call it what you will. It soon became obsession when she’d had her first encounter with the men and Corina, the obsession that drove her to leave everything behind and come to the big city, a naive girl in a big, unknown world.
It hadn’t happened overnight though, the departure. She’d thought it was a holiday fling, she’d just go back to normal. Oh no, her body had experienced some amazing things and it wanted more. She soon realised her mind did too. She’d confided in her best friend, Natasha, but soon realised her friendship was a sham. She’d got angry, called Zoey a whore, a slut, then told their friends, who all began to shame her, calling her names and making her feel awful.
Fuck them, she’d thought, and called Malik. To her amazement he’d told her of Project Blackout and she agreed instantly to be a part of it. Anything was better than the torment of her so-called friends. So she’d packed up and got the bus all the way to the big city, straight into this hotel room in the building recently taken over by Malik’s employer, Michael Tandino. She lived her for free, a monthly allowance letting her have fun, eat and drink with no worries. All she had to do was devote herself to being the “best slut she could be”, according to Malik.
So Zoey stood, naked, at the window, looking down at the normal people. She envied them that normality but, also, she pitied them. She wondered how many women down there were trapped in loveless marriages, their sex lives a cruel joke. Perhaps they too harboured desires for virile black men, who knows? That was the aim of Project Blackout, to tap into the (so they said) hidden desires of the modern woman to spread her sexual wings and fly.
“Hey girl, you feeling okay?” a deep voice from behind her.
Zoey turned from the window, smiling. “Yep, just thinking about a few things.”
She didn’t know the name of the man lying on her bed, but she didn’t care. He was just one of many men she’d been with since arriving in the city. All she knew was he was gorgeous, athletic and had a 12 inch cock sticking up straight into the air like a tower. That was the most important bit, after all. Her pussy tingled and that familiar urge to fill it up hit her hard. She got back onto the bed and straddled him, the cock pressed against her stomach. She pressed it against herself with both hands, loving how warm it felt against her pale, white skin.
“You wanna go again?” the man grinned.
“Oh yes,” Zoey said, lifting herself and sinking the entire shaft into her wet cunt in one easy movement. She let out a sigh of pure contentment as she felt him fill her up, the head nuzzling her cervix and his balls pressed against her. She leaned forward and kissed her lover, taking it slow after the wild, animalistic fucking of earlier that day. This time she savoured it, keeping it tender and gentle for as long as she could.
“You love this black dick, huh?” the man said. Zoey groaned her agreement.
“I... oooh... love all... black cocks,” she gasped.
“Fuck, my friends would love you,” he said, grimacing as he slipped his entire length in and out of her slippery twat.
“If they... black and... mmmm... packing meat... I’ll fuck... them all!”
“Damn, you’re such a slut, I love it!”
Zoey reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the man’s phone, dropping it onto his chest.
“What’s that for?”
“Call your friends,” she groaned, grinding her pussy against his body.
“Woah, I thought you were kidding...”
“No way,” she growled. “Every fucking one of them, get them over here now. I’ll fuck ‘em all any way you guys want. DP, two in the pussy, two up my ass, three in me, whatever you want. I’m just a fucking cum dump for black men.”
“Holy shit,” the man said, grabbing his phone. He put it to his ear and started to speak to someone.
“Yo, Benji,” he said as Zoey began to bounce up and down on him, doing all the work as he spoke. “I’ve got this fucking amazing white girl just... wow, she’s taking every inch of my dick, bro... she’s off the hook, she told me to invite all the boys over to...
“Gang-FUCK me!” Zoey screamed as she felt an orgasm approaching.
“Yeah, you hear that? Damn, he says how many brothers do you want?”
“Fuck... as many... as you can... get... oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she squealed.
“Ah shit, I’m gonna nut too if you keep that shit up! Benji, get the whole crew together, here’s the address. Room 10-1, bro. Hurry, this slut’s going to wear me out soon!”
“Ahhhh ffffffffuck!” Zoey growled, pleasure coursing through her body. “Fuck me, that’s so awesome... so fucking good... oh yeah, keep fucking me, that’s it!”
The man was grimacing himself, trying to prevent himself from climaxing too as her pussy clamped down and contracted on his length.
“Ah shit, I can’t... oh fuck!” he yelled and Zoey felt him explode inside her.
“Fuck yeah!” she cried out as he slammed her down onto him. She felt his entire length spasm over and over again, knowing his cum was spurting into her greedy womb. Damn, this boy was cumming buckets! Just how she loved it...
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily. The man’s cock deflated slightly and she giggled as it plopped out of her.
“Aw, I was hoping you could last a bit longer than that!” she teased, moving off him and lying down to his right. She grabbed his semi-hard dick and stroked it, hoping he would return to full mast quickly. It was so sloppy, covered in their combined juices. It was beautiful.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I’m only human!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure your friends will make up for this disappointment. Maybe I can help you out though...”
She greedily gobbled up his cock, working furiously all over to get him stiff again. Her tongue roamed up and down the shaft, all over his big balls, before her mouth returned to the head, sucking vigorously on it.
“Damn, you’re good!” he said and she was delighted to feel his cock return to just how she wanted it - stiff, hard, thick and long. She just hoped those balls had enough cum left in them to fill her insatiable womb. No matter, she thought. If he doesn’t then his friends will.
-----
Corina lay next to Vanessa in the latter’s bed, her soft silk sheets tossed aside, the two naked in the warm room. Her head was on Vanessa’s chest, her right hand resting on her right breast. She smiled, content.
“Orla called me today,” Corina said, her fingers tracing random patterns on Vanessa’s skin.
“Mmm,” Vanessa said, smiling lazily, still basking the afterglow of her last orgasm.
“I think she’s close, really close,” Corina continued. “She’s right on the edge and... I had to lay it on the line to her. She hung up on me and I’ve not spoken to her since. She told me she’s been having dreams about fucking black guys and she’s having to masturbate all the time to relieve the pressure.”
“It’s just a matter of time,” Vanessa said, stroking Corina’s hair. “I have this picture in my mind of you sucking on her cunt, lapping up the cum of like 10 different guys as it pours out of her.”
“Mmmm,” Corina smiled. “That does sound good. I just worry I’ve pushed her away. I should have played it cool. Perhaps I’ve been too forceful...”
“I don’t think so,” Vanessa said. “I’ve seen the footage of her session with Joshua, she was pretty into it then. She’s had her taste of black dick, there’s not a woman alive who can resist once they’ve had some. Trust me, she’ll come round.”
“I hope you’re right. Actually, I’ve just had an idea about something we can do to push her over the edge for good,” Corina said.
“Excellent,” Vanessa grinned. “Now, I’ve got to get me some of your little pussy again or I’ll go crazy here...”
“Meow!” Corina giggled as she got up, straddling her friend’s face and feeling her tongue enter her dripping snatch.
-----
“Holy... that was amazing,” Margaret said, exhausted as she lay on her back next to Malik. Her pussy felt sore... in a good... no, an amazing way. In a ‘just got fucked for an hour’ way. The way she was growing increasingly fond of, so much so that it seemed every single day that went past she kinda sorta wanted to feel that way. Sometimes more than once. Hell, who was she kidding? Always more than once.
She looked down at Malik’s extraordinary penis, still hard as rock despite having pumped her full of sperm minutes before. It never ceased to amaze her how resilient he was. She licked her lips, wanting it inside her again. Tearing her eyes from his prodigious member, she ran them all over the rest of him. His eyes were closed, though she was sure he knew of her observation. His handsome face, his dark skin, his godlike physique... she felt her heart skip a beat. She really was falling for this young man. Hard.
Just like his cock, she giggled.
She opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, his phone buzzed. Margaret felt a flash of disappointment as he got up quickly off the bed, swiftly moving over to his jacket that had been discarded on the floor. She turned on her side, watching him as he looked at his phone.
“Ah, damn,” he said, turning to face her. “I’ve really got to get going, there’s something happening at work I’ve got to take care of urgently. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Margaret said, getting up herself. She threw on a dressing gown that she’d brought with her. “I understand. I’ll just get ready and get a taxi to Emily’s flat...”
“Well, if you wanted to, you could just hang out here for a while until I get back,” Malik said. “Then perhaps we could...”
He grinned and tugged at the belt of her gown. It fell open and he drew her close, his cock stiffening again against her skin, causing her to tremble with excitement.
“...well, you know.”
He gave her a kiss and then, begrudgingly, pushed her away. She did up her her robe again, smiling wistfully to herself as she watched her lover dress in silence. Finally, as he was opening his front door, his phone buzzed again.
“Hmm,” he said. “A friend mine just said he was in the neighbourhood. Look, do you mind letting him in when he gets here? I know it’s a lot to ask but...
“No, of course, it’s fine, I can do that,” Margaret said. “His name’s Shola and he’s over from Africa at the moment, studying at the university. You sure it’s okay? He’ll probably just sit, watch TV, not get in your way.”
“I’m sure we’ll get on fine,” Margaret said. “Hurry back though, just in case!”
Malik chuckled. “I’ll do my best!”.
What Margaret didn’t see was Malik exiting the building, talking on the phone.
“Hey, Vanessa,” he said. “She’s on her own in my apartment... yes... okay, send in Shola and Daquan. Yes, I think she’ll go with it. She’s really getting insatiable... yeah, the cameras are all set up and recording. Uh-huh, good. I’ll wait for Shola’s signal then head back with Emily and catch them in the act. Okay, cool, see you later!”
He could see Emily in the restaurant across the street, sitting in the window. Malik grinned as he imagined that her and her mother together. Damn, this plan better work!
--------
“I guess I’d better clean this place up,” Margaret said to herself. “I’d better put on some clothes first...”
Just as she was heading over to where she’d thrown her clothing in her passion earlier that day, someone pounded on the front door.
“Oh God, already?” she said, flustered. No time to change, she thought, as she made her way back into the front room and opened the door. She gasped and took a step back when she saw that there were two huge black men standing there. Malik had said only one friend was coming over, but now here stood two goliaths, towering over her.
“Hello, I am Shola,” the taller of the two said. God, he’s so big, he has to stoop to get in the door! “May we come in please? I hope we are not inconveniencing you.”
“Erm, I guess,” Margaret said as the two men moved past her into the room. Both immediately took up a seat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
“Hey, bust out those controllers, Shola, I’m gonna beat your ass at NBA this time, for sure,” the unnamed man said jovially.
“You have never beaten me once, my friend,” Shola chuckled.
She shook her head, smiling. Boys never grow up, she thought. I’m glad I had all girls. They seemed engrossed in what they were doing, so she might as well do something useful.
“Look, I’m just going to go take a shower, okay? I’m sure you all know your way around Malik’s place, so just do what you like, I guess. Right? Right.”
They had ignored her, so she just exited stage left and headed to the bathroom. Closing the door, she discarded her robe and let the water run for a while to heat up. Getting in, she sighed, loving the feeling on the water relaxing her. She closed her eyes... then opened them again, yelping as a deep voice interrupted her reverie.
“Excuse me? Madame? I need to use the toilet. I am sorry for interrupting you,” Shola said. She realised she had a) not locked the door and b) she wasn’t covering herself. He could see her naked body and she swiftly rectified the situation as quickly as she could.
“Er, yes... go on, quick, I’m...”
But he just stood there, looking at her.
“Er... do you mind?” she said, finally.
“Oh, I am sorry. It is just... you are very beautiful. I find it difficult to, how you say, look away from such beauty. I do not wish to offend, just...”
“Um, thanks, I...”
It was then she noticed the bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened at the size of it. It was her turn to stare as he turned to the toilet and pulled out his penis.
One hand went to her mouth as she looked in awe at the monster cock he had dangling between his legs, oblivious to the fact her breasts was now uncovered. It was stiff too and getting harder and, incredibly, longer. It was bigger than Malik’s by some margin. Thicker too. How could any woman ever take that into her? She felt her knees tremble at the thought.
“Ah, no,” he said, feigning annoyance. “I am so sorry, I got excited looking at you and now... oh my, I am sorry. Let me go, leave you in peace.”
“No, it’s okay,” she blurted out. “Um, just wait, it’ll... er, go down eventually.”
But it didn’t. In fact, it just got bigger.
“Perhaps you should go then...” she said.
“Yes, I am sorry again,” he said. He tried to cram the monstrous penis back into his pants, but couldn’t do it. Sighing, he just walked out, closing the door behind him, cock still out. Margaret stood for a second, confused. He’s just going to walk around with his... thing out? What about his friend? Men... I’ll never understand them.
Remembering why she was in the shower in the first place, she gave herself a quick wash, trying not to linger on her more sensitive areas. She was feeling flustered after seeing Shola’s... weapon and didn’t want to ignite her passion any more than it had been already. A month or so ago, that would have been easier to do... but after being with Malik so much, she had found herself much more easily turned on by sexual matters.
The room had eventually steamed up and, as she got out of the shower, she towelled herself off a little, concentrating on her hair. She reached for her robe... and found that it was gone!
“What the...?” she said out loud. The steam made it difficult to see, but no, she couldn’t see the robe anywhere. Had Shola taken it? He must have done... or had she taken it off before coming in?
There was only one thing for it - to go out into the apartment and find it. Naked. With two big black men close by. Her pussy twinged and she mentally chastised herself for that instinctive reaction. Gingerly, she pushed open the door and entered the adjacent bedroom. No, it wasn’t here either. She...
“Holy shit, bro, you were right, she is fucking fine!”
She squealed and turned to see the other man standing in the door. His eyes were far more lascivious than Shola’s, who had an innocence to him that disarmed her. This man was more brutish, more obvious in his intentions. She covered herself with the small towel she had, but it barely did the job. Where the fuck was that robe?
“Yes, she is very, very beautiful. Even better when she doesn’t have the towel over her,” Shola said. She turned her head to look at him and squealed again. He was standing naked by the opposite side of the bed, his cock fully erect and pointing right at her. It was an incredible sight, this gigantic man with his gigantic cock.
“Let’s see if you’re right,” the other man said. She remained motionless as he approached her, eyes still fixed on Shola. The second man took hold of the towel and pulled it away. She didn’t resist, her mind focused entirely on the enormous rod of flesh that sprouted from Shola’s groin.
“Yep, she’s a hot fucking MILF, for sure,” he said. “I think she likes you, bro.”
“Maybe she will like you as well, my friend,” Shola said.
“Let’s see,” the other man smirked and pulled down his own pants. Margaret whimpered as she saw the second cock spring into view. It wasn’t as big as Shola’s but, even so, it was still bigger and thicker than Malik’s. She whimpered, her pussy soaking wet despite her fear.
She was like a statue, unable to move as the two men moved towards her, their now-naked bodies teasingly close, their enormous cocks mere inches away. She could say no, she could end this at any moment... but every time she opened her mouth her to tell them to stop, she found herself instead on the verge of telling them to fuck her brains out.
They grinned at her. They knew she was on the verge of giving in to her lust.
“I... can’t... I have... a boyfriend... Malik...” she finally said, though she knew it sounded weak. “Please... no...”
“Malik’s a sharing kinda guy, you must know that,” the second man said, moving closer. His cock was literally an inch away from her now, as was Shola’s.
“But... oh dear... I’m not... I can’t...”
“You saying you can resist these two big black cocks, girl?”
“No... I mean, yes... I mean... you’re confusing me. I just don’t cheat... I made promises...” Margaret stumbled over her words.
“What promises?” Shola said, moving forward. His cock touched her skin and she shivered. The other man also moved closer and his also touched her. She whimpered, desperate to just give in... but she couldn’t.
“I...” Suddenly, it was like a curtain had been lifted as she realised... she hadn’t made any promises. She’d had sex with Malik, was ‘going out’ with him... but she’d never made any commitment to him. She looked down at the enormous cocks touching her. They looked so fucking good, so thick and hard and long and...
“You’re right,” she said, looking up at the second man, grinning. “I haven’t made any promises to him. I’m free to do what I want... and what I want right now... is...”
She put a hand on each of the cocks.
“... for you two young bucks to fuck the absolute shit out of me.”
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Malik’s phone buzzed and he took it out of his jacket. Emily looked up at him, his cock in her mouth as she greedily sucked it. He nodded and put it away.
“She’s sucking them both off right now,” he said. Emily removed his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and grinned up at him.
“Fantastic! When shall we ... interrupt them?”
“Give them ten minutes, let her start taking one in her pussy then we’ll go in. You still think she’ll let you touch her?”
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch her,” Emily laughed, stroking his member still. “I think so, though. I think she’s gone so far now, fucking two - and with you joining in, three - guys at once... what’s a bit of pussy on top of that?”
“Yes, but it is her ********’s pussy,” Malik said.
“I think the slut gene is strong in our ******,” she giggled, massaging his balls with her other hand. “So, when she’s put in that situation with me, I think I can convince her to just go with it.”
“Mmm, I hope so,” Malik said, putting his hand on the back of her head. She didn’t resist, swallowing him up again without hesitation.
-----
She should have heard the front door open and shut, but she had so much thick cock in her pussy, it was all she could concentrate on. She hadn’t taken Shola’s yet, though she was eager to do so, but even this other man’s cock was pushing her limits. It was thicker and longer than Malik’s and he was a more aggressive lover, hammering her with his full length. Each brutal thrust elicited a yelp of pleasure, his balls slapping against her hard. She absolutely loved that sound, it was so utterly filthy. She felt like she was about to cum already, the enormous cock pushing all her buttons just like Malik’s.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Oh FUCK! God, it feels so fucking good! Oh yes, oh fucking yes! Oh fuck, I love black cock! I love black men! You’re so fucking amazing, I... just want... to... get FUCKED by black dick all... the... fucking.... Time!”
Her body exploded with pleasure as her first orgasm hit, every muscle spasming and contracting as the incredible feelings cascaded through her. Her eyes were closed tight and, as she came down, she opened them, her head lolling to one side.
Then she saw Emily and Malik standing in the bedroom door.
Now, in a normal situation, if her ******** walked in on her while she was having sex, she’d scream, cover herself and say it was just Daddy cuddling her. Nothing else, just cuddling.
This wasn’t a normal situation. This was Margaret getting fucked by an enormous black cock with an even more gigantic phallus waiting to impale her. This was an interracial threesome with her more formal lover watching from the doorway. With her ******** also in the room.
So, to Margaret’s horror and amazement, the sight of her ******** standing there looking shocked (at least, Margaret was fooled into thinking this) caused her to climax for a second time. The most intense orgasm she’d ever had was achieved while staring deep into her ********’s eyes.
“Oh my God, Mommy!” Emily said, deliberately playing up her ‘shock’.
“Emily... I... oh... ahhh” Margaret tried to speak, tried to push this brute off her, but she couldn’t. He just kept on pounding her stretched pussy. Why didn’t he stop? He must know they were being watched. All Margaret could do was lie there on her back, legs spread wide, as her ******** and her boyfriend watched her getting fucked... and then the man started to growl and she felt him tense and expand inside her...
...and now her ******** had just watched her take the cum of a stranger into her womb.
The man grunted one more time and pulled himself out of her gaping cunt unceremoniously. He stood there, cock still stiff as rock, covered in their combined juices, admiring her oozing hole.
“Damn, that was some good pussy,” he said. “Hey M, you damn lucky to have such a hot slut to fuck.”
She looked at Malik, who was still standing there, feigning indifference.
“My turn now,” she heard Shola say and he positioned himself between her legs. She looked frantic and tried to get away. It had gone on too far. She couldn’t just lie here and take this humongous cock inside her with her ******** watching.
She met her ********’s eyes then again and froze. Emily was... smiling? Oh my goodness, Margaret thought, as she watched the new scene unfold.
Malik had moved behind Emily and was... helping her out of her clothes. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Malik unhooked her bra and her breasts were freed. Her jeans were unbuttoned by two big, black hands from behind and she wiggled her hips as the pants dropped to the floor. She was wearing no underwear, her pussy bald and... glistening. She was soaking wet, her mother saw.
Emily had watched her mother get fucked and had got intensely aroused, Margaret realised. And now she was walking over to Shola.
“That cock just looks so fucking delicious, mother,” Emily said in a sultry tone. She reached her small little hand down to the monstrous penis and grasped it tenderly. “I think you might need some help getting it aaaaaall the way up into your ... gorgeous pussy.”
What was she doing? Margaret screamed in her mind. She was still frozen as she watched Emily guide Shola’s prick towards her pussy. She should stop this. It was her ********... who was touching her pussy now!
Emily’s other hand was rubbing her clit, she realised. She felt her pussy spasm and a load of sperm oozed out. She saw Emily’s eyes light up, her tongue run over her lips and then she looked at her mother... and grinned. Before Margaret could stop, Emily took the plunge, down to her mother’s pussy with her tongue and began to lap at it, greedily feasting upon the vagina that had birthed her into the world.
And Margaret yelped with pleasure. Why didn’t she stop this? It was insanity!
It hit her suddenly. She knew why. She looked down at her ********, happily gorging herself on her mother’s slit. She knew why.
It was because she was a total fucking slut now. Just like earlier when she’d given up her pretence of being ‘loyal’ to Malik, it was like new pathways had opened up in her brain. She saw her ******** now differently. She was still her wonderful, perfect little girl... but she was also a sexy, gorgeous young woman who, she realised to her amazement, she wanted to have sex with. She wanted to bury her face between her legs, suck on her tits, lick her ass, drink cum from her, do filthy, despicable... and utterly arousing things to her.
Malik had once mentioned his surprise at her not having had any female sexual encounters before and she had been equally surprised at his bemusement. It wasn’t ‘normal’ for women to fancy each other and she’d thought no more about it... and yet here she was, letting her daugther eat her cum-filled pussy out. Her first ever lesbian experience and it was with her own flesh and blood. She thought...
A spike of pleasure rushed through her as Emily worked Margaret’s clit.
“Oh fuck,” she couldn’t help but gasp.
“Like your ******** licking your clit?” Malik said. She noticed he was naked now, that perfect cock of his hard as ever.
She nodded without thinking. She was beyond that now. It felt too good to be wrong and, as if to illustrate this, she grinned wickedly and put both hands on her ********’s head, pressing it to her groin.
“She’s ... oooh.... pretty good at it, I think,” Margaret said.
“Yep, I’ve had a lot of practice,” Emily said, moving away suddenly, her hand back on Shola’s immense rod. “But I think your pussy needs some proper fucking again. I know mine does.”
“Oh God,” Margaret said, watching as her ******** guided the enormous cock to her labia. Even Malik and the other man, this was something else. When Shola’s balls finally pressed against her skin, she couldn’t explain how she’d got the whole dick inside her.
“Not yet,” Emily said, climbing up onto the bed. Margaret knew what was coming and wouldn’t now have stopped it happening if she’d been asked. As the 15 inch cock started to fuck her pussy, her ********’s hairless hole pressed against Margaret’s face and she ate cunt for the first time in her life. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two other men, Malik and Daquan (she would be told his name later), stroking their cocks appreciatively at the erotic sight in front of them.
“Oh Mommy,” Emily groaned as her mother’s tongue did its work. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. It makes me so happy to know you’re a fucking slut just like me!”
Margaret couldn’t respond, the only sound she could make a groan of her own as 15 inches of black cock stabbed in and out of her body faster and faster. She felt her third climax readying itself deep inside.
“Mommy, we’ve got to... oooh... we’ve got to get my sisters to become sluts too. Please, together we can make our whole ****** fuck black cock, suck cunt and ... mmmmm... everything inbetween. Please, Mommy, promise me! You’ll help me... oh fuck! You’re making me cum, Mommy, oh FUCK YES!”
“YES!” Margaret said as her pussy clamped down on Shola’s mighty weapon as it continued to stretch her obscenely with every thrust. “FUCK YES! YES! YES YES YES!”
She came like a wild thing just as her ********’s pussy flooded her face with juice. It was both an exclamation of ecstacy and a promise to do what her ******** asked. If it was within her power to do so, she would turn each one of her remaining offspring into cock-crazed sluts like Emily and herself.
As Emily got off her mother, Margaret watched as Malik slipped his entire length into her ********’s wet hole. They exchanged grins, the two ****** members bonding as they took foot-long cocks into their holes. The third black man wasn’t to be left out, mounting the bed and offering his cock to Margaret, who gleefully accepted it into her mouth.
-----
As Orla stepped into the church, she crossed herself and sat down on a pew. The place was empty, a sad indictment of the country today. So few people were interested in religion. It was all hedonism and devotion to the cult of self. Nobody wanted to do good for others. She wondered if she was like that, deep down. She had let herself become corrupted by adulterous thoughts. Forgiveness could be sought for her transgressions, her wicked thoughts would surely go away in time. She just had to have faith, pray harder and God would help her out.
At least, that was what she thought until a shadow loomed over her. She turned and a man standing beside her. A very tall, black man stood next to her. He was dressed... the collar... oh my, this was the new vicar.
“Hello, my name is Jonathan,” he said in a familiar deep tone. Very similar to Dr Tandino, in fact, she mused. “You know, you are the first person I’ve seen in here since I arrived yesterday. A sad state of affairs really. Well, I am sure on Sunday we will have a bumper crowd, yes?”
“I don’t know anymore,” Orla said, sadly. “These days, well, people don’t come as much as they used to. I don’t know why...”
“I see,” Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. “Anyway, I apologise for disturbing you, but you looked troubled. I was wondering if I could do anything to help?”
“Um... I guess it would be nice to talk to someone about some... issues I’ve been having.”
“Okay, shall we go somewhere else for some privacy?”
Orla nodded and followed Jonathan deeper in the building. He pushed open a solid oak door and entered an office area. It wasn’t much - a desk, computer, a single shelf of religious tomes, two chairs. He sat on one, she sat on the other.
“Okay, well, I... er, I’ve been unfaithful to my husband...” Orla said and proceeded to let it all come out, her feelings, her yearnings, the reasons why she did what she did. Jonathan merely sat and listened, nodding along.
“... so yes, then I came here today looking for a sign, I think. A way to put all this behind me.”
Jonathan sat for a while then leaned forward, his hands clasped together.
“And why do you want to put this behind you? I have to say I don’t see a problem with anything you’ve done.”
Orla looked confused. It wasn’t the response she was expecting.
“I... what?”
“Well, it seems to me, and let me be honest, that your marriage is not a happy one. I am supposed to argue for the sanctity of marriage, but I also like to think I’m up with modern thinking. The church hasn’t always been one for caring about the needs of women, but I think we can all agree that they’re just as important than the needs of men.”
“Well, yes...”
“So I repeat - I don’t see what you’ve done wrong. You want a baby, you’ve tried to do this with your husband, but that won’t happen. So you try a different way. And, you know, sex. It is fun. It is meant to be fun, to be enjoyed. The world would be much less interesting if sex was boring. So... what’s the problem?”
“But... it wasn’t my husband! I would have thought...”
“Nowadays, who cares? The church frowns on it... but I don’t. It is probably why I am here and not in a more... popular parish, but I think people should do what feels right. And I look at you, my dear, and see that you know this too. You just won’t admit it.”
Orla was silent. This wasn’t anything like she’d expected.
“I want you to repeat after me: I am my own woman.”
“I am my own woman.”
“I have desires and should act on them. To not do so is unhealthy.”
“I have... have desires and should act on them. To not do so is unhealthy,” she repeated.
“I should give in to what my body wants, starting today. To not do so is to risk my health and sanity.”
“I should... give in... to my body... today.”
“Good,” he said, standing. Her eyes went wide as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Let me help you do this.”
He let his trousers drop and got his cock out. It was huge, gradually growing stiffer and longer as she watched, mesmerised. She wanted to get up and yell for help, but she couldn’t.
“I want to help you, Orla,” he said. Had she told him her name? She couldn’t remember. “I see your pain and want to turn it into pleasure. You deserve this, Orla. Come to me and let us give you what your heart craves. Big. Black. Cocks.”
And as she followed him into a room behind the office and lay back on a single bed, spreading herself for this stranger who entered her body easily, she forgot her inhibitions. She cast aside her doubts and let herself go for once in her life. As he slipped 10 inches of black cock into her gushing pussy, she felt all her problems were meaningless. As she came hard on his dick, she yelled out the words that she’d been longing to utter for so long, for decades.
“I love black cock!” she yelled, as he made her cum.
“I fucking love black cock!” she screamed, as he fucked her from behind.
“Fuck me! Give me a fucking black baby!” she begged as he flooded her womb with his seed.
And as she lay with him, lying on his broad chest, eyes still fixated on his throbbing meat as it grew to full stiffness again, she smiled. A few minutes later and she was watching him make a phone call. Twenty minutes later the small room was occupied by four other black men, cocks out, waiting their turn inside the married white woman. She was on her knees on the bed as the first of the men entered from behind, pounding cum into her receptive, fertile womb as she climaxed. It wasn’t quite like her dream, but it was close enough. She looked up at the vicar, nursing his erection at the back of the line, waiting for his third go at her cunt, and smiled. It was such a simple thing he’d done and yet such a life-changing one.
Just like Margaret, she’d realised just what she was - a complete slut for black cock. As the fifth load of sperm splattered against her cervix, she knew also that, 100 percent for definite, she was pregnant with a black man’s child.
And she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
“Go on, my child, the Lord forgives all who repent in honesty,” the priest behind the screen said calmly.
“Okay, I have been trying for a long time to have a baby, but my husband and I have been unable to conceive. I thought it was me, but a doctor said it wasn’t, so... I started to think about ways around the problem. My sister recommended this special clinic, where I would be... where I could become with child, but it didn’t work. I was desperate, Father, I didn’t know where to turn...”
“Come, child, speak the truth and you will feel better, the Lord does not judge you here,” the calm voice continued.
“My sister said that there was one more thing to try... to actually have sex... I mean, relations with a man who was... blessed in certain areas... and to let him give me the child I wanted so much. So I did it. I had relations with a stranger and ... it felt amazing. It was the best sex I’d ever had. Ever. I... no, it is too much, even for the confessional... anyway, afterwards I felt so guilty, despite what I thought was growing in my belly.”
“Please, continue.”
“I did a test today and... I’m still not pregnant!” Orla wailed. “I... I don’t want to go through it all again, but... I think I have to. I don’t have any other choice. I think I might... I might... stray more, I might give into temptation and... Father, I sometimes feel like I want to do this even if there was no baby to create. I feel like I want to fu... have relations with these men just for pleasure. I try to be good, but my... I can’t rid myself of these sinful thoughts and feelings.”
There was silence for longer than she expected, then she heard the sound of... was that a zipper? A click and then the barrier between the two booths shot up. Orla shrieked as the priest thrust his enormous black cock through the gap.
“Shut up and suck this motherfucker, cunt!”
Unable to resist, Orla gobbled up the massive dick in front of her, greedily slobbering all over the head, stroking the shaft with one hand while kneading the balls with the other.
“Leroy, get in here!”
The door to the confessional was thrown open and a naked black stud stood there. It was the same man who had fucked her the week before at Tandino’s house. He grabbed her hair and pulled her off the priest’s cock, dragging her out into the church. She was pushed to the floor and her dress literally ripped off her.
Leroy thrust himself to the balls into Orla’s pussy and she screamed with pleasure. In front of her the priest appeared and she began to lap at his balls with tongue, his enormous rod lying on her face.
“Boys, get in line,” the priest said and Orla noticed that behind Leroy were lots of other naked black men, stroking even bigger cocks than the one currently fucking her. She couldn’t count how many, but there had to be at least 50 of them.
“We’re all going to cum in that fucking hole of yours, cunt,” the priest said. “You gon’ have a black baby in you today, I promise.”
“Yes! Fuck me, all of you, I’m a fucking dirty cunt that exists to serve black men!”
“Fuck yeah!” Leroy shouted as he pounded her pussy.
“Then we’re all going to fuck that pretty little ass too!” The priest grinned sadistically. “Maybe take you two at a time as well. You like that, whore?”
“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum just thinking about it!”
She screamed and, as her orgasm hit, she woke up, gasping for air, body drenched in sweat, her pussy sopping wet. Her husband was snoring next to her and she got up quickly, desperately even. She hurried into the bathroom and locked the door, tearing her nightclothes off and tossing them aside. Furiously she began to masturbate, closing her eyes and imagining the scene she’d dreamt about. Her knees buckled as she came and she sunk to the ground, crying with pleasure.
She sat for a moment on the carpeted floor, sobbing. She’d been like this all week since the session with the stranger and Corina. Every single day she’d masturbated at least four times - if she didn’t, she always ended up like this, waking up after the most sordid, sinful dreams her imagination could conjure up. There was an intense pressure building up inside her that she was terrified could only be properly released by one thing: getting fucked by a black man.
She needed help and there was only one place she knew she could get it from.
----
Mei Ling sat nervously, squirming slightly in her chair as she waited, alone, in Tandino’s office. She’d finally plucked up the courage to see him, to ask for help as Corina and Emily had suggested, but she had no idea what the outcome of this chat might be. If she got ejected from the building for her impertinence, well, she had no idea where to turn next. She’d have to either tell her parents or try to get rid of the child, something she knew was sensible, but she really didn’t want to consider that option.
She wasn’t pro-life or anything like that, she just - and she knew this would have sounded silly to outsiders - really wanted to have a baby. Her parents would be thrilled about it... if she was married. To be outside of marriage, that could be sorted out quickly... but to be carrying a random man’s child? That was hard to explain to them... and it didn’t help that the child would be black. There were all sorts of other problems too, which is why she was here in Tandino’s office.
The door swung open and in walked Vanessa. Mei Ling had met her a few times, but was in no way close. Of course, to Vanessa, that was irrelevant. She knew all she needed to know, having been filled in by Corina beforehand.
“Hello Mei,” Vanessa said warmly, sitting opposite the nervous girl. “So... I hear you’re up the spout.”
Mei Ling stared at her blankly.
“Up the duff, carrying a bun in the oven, knocked up... pregnant.”
“Oh, sorry, yes, the test was positive,” Mei Ling said. “I am here to ask for help. Corina said I should.”
“Of course,” Vanessa said, leaning forward, her elbows on the glass table between them, fingers interlaced. “We’re going to help you, Mei, don’t worry about that. We wouldn’t leave you stranded. Corina will have told you about Project Blackout and, as part of that, we are very pro-active when it comes to supporting expectant mothers of mixed race babies.”
“Oh, thank you!” Mei Ling said, trying to prevent herself from bursting into tears, her relief washing over her. “I am grateful, more than words, I... “
She didn’t succeed, the tears flowing.
“There’s just one little thing we’d like you to do for us in return,” Vanessa said. “Well, a few things actually.”
“I will do anything!”
Vanessa smiled for a second. “First of all, we will pay for your accommodation, childcare fees, everything like that. You will want for nothing. Mr Tandino is especially concerned with this sort of thing and has allocated a significant degree of funding to keeping our mothers happy, safe and - most importantly - wanting to have more babies later on. Do you think you will be wanting more children with black fathers in the future?”
“Yes!” Mei Ling blurted out. “Yes, definitely. I will do that if you want.”
“Well, you have to want to do it too,” Vanessa said. “Nobody will force you to have more children and it won’t make any difference to your funding from us. Of course, the more children you have, the more funding you get. Stands to reason. Anyway, that’s the first thing... the second thing is video. Corina, Emily and some other women have agreed to star in some video productions we want made to push the project and we feel that you could be a huge hit when we try to crack the east Asian market. You could be a role model for all Chinese women, all Japanese women, anyone who identifies with you, all watching you getting fucked and cumming all over black cocks... is that of interest?”
Mei Ling didn’t know what to say. She’d never thought about anything like this before. What would happen if her parents found out... wait, how could they not? She was going to give them a black grandchild... so what if they discovered she was being filmed having sex?
“I’ll do it,” she said.
“Splendid, I kinda knew you would,” Vanessa grinned. “In fact, nobody has actually refused. I get the feeling people really want to open up about their lifestyle choices. No more hiding, just let it out there and be proud of who you are...”
“A black cock slut,” Mei Ling said.
“Indeed. There’s one more thing for the moment, though we might ask special favours of you later,” Vanessa said.
“Anything,” Mei Ling smiled.
“Okay... could you stand up, please?”
Mei Ling did as she was instructed. Vanessa also stood. Mei Ling watched as the blonde woman slowly walked up to her.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Mei,” she said, standing right in front of her. “So, I thought maybe...”
Mei Ling didn’t move as Vanessa started to unbutton her top. She remained motionless as Vanessa slid the garment over her shoulders, tossing it aside. There was no bra underneath and, as Vanessa pushed Mei’s skirt down over her hips, the blonde woman grinned as she saw there was no underwear either. The Chinese girl stood naked except for her heels.
“...mmmmmm, gorgeous,” Vanessa said. “Just imagine, a black baby’s in there.”
Vanessa place her hand on Mei’s belly, moving closer, pressing herself up against Mei’s naked body. Their lips met and they shared a long, slow kiss, Vanessa’s hand moving off Mei’s belly and down to her groin. Mei jumped slightly as Vanessa’s expert fingers probed and massaged her. The kiss, eventually, was broken.
Vanessa stepped away, grinning, sucking the fingers that had been inside Mei Ling’s pussy.
“Sweet,” she said, seductively. “I’ll get a taste of that cunt later, I think, but for now...”
She picked up a phone off the desk and tapped away for a second. As she put it down, the door to the room opened and in stepped two tall, black women. They were completely naked except from two huge black strap-ons around their waists and thigh high leather boots with long heels. They stood, hands on hips, staring sternly at Mei Ling, who felt small and powerless in the presence.
“Monique, Shonda,” Vanessa said, reaching into the top drawer of her desk and pulling out a large tub of lubricant. “I think our friend here needs some training on how to fully appreciate the joys of sapphism... do you want to help me teach her?”
“Oh yeah,” said Shonda, nodding but still looking stern. “This little cunt looks like she needs quite a few lessons. That right, bitch?”
Mei Ling nodded, nervously, her pussy getting very wet indeed. Shonda wasted no time, moving swiftly to Mei and grabbing her by the neck with one hand. Her other hand snaked round behind Mei’s back and gave her butt a hard slap.
“Mmm, yes, juicy fucking ass,” Monique said, coming round behind Mei Ling. “Slut, spread your fucking ass for me.”
Mei Ling obeyed, putting one hand on each cheek and pulling them apart.
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Monique said before burying her face in Mei’s butt, causing the girl to squawk loudly as a long tongue invaded her hole.
“Monique just loves to eat a girl’s ass,” Vanessa said, running a finger down Mei Ling’s jawline. “Do you like her doing this for you?”
“Ahh, uh-huh,” Mei Ling nodded, not quite knowing what she was feeling as the black woman tongued her asshole.
“That little pussy’s getting lonely,” Shonda growled, taking her hand from Mei Ling’s neck and thrusting her middle and ring fingers into her slippery cunt. Another squawk. Her thumb pressed hard against Mei Ling’s clitoris, rubbing it aggressively as she held the fingers inside her.
“Oh yeah, the cunt likes that shit,” Shonda grinned, thrusting and rubbing faster as Mei Ling’s body responded. Vanessa leaned in and kissed the girl’s neck gently, moving downwards slowly to her heaving chest, taking each nipple in her mouth and caressing it with her tongue.
“Oh fuck,” Mei Ling said as all three women teased and tantalised her in different ways. She felt her knees trembling as her pleasure mounted, the tongues and fingers doing their work superbly.
“Oh... fuck... I... gonna... cum...”
As soon as she said that, the women immediately tore themselves away from Mei Ling, causing her to scream in frustration. She stared at them with a mixture of bewilderment and a little anger, but they remained unmoved.
“You don’t get to cum until we say you can,” Monique said from behind her, giving Mei Ling a hard slap on her ass.
“Yes,” Vanessa nodded. “The exquisite torture of an orgasm denied. Now...”
Vanessa held her right hand up to Mei Ling’s eyeline, the Chinese girl flustered by her inability to climax. Vanessa knew that feeling well, knowing how frustrating it was, but also how incredible it felt to finally be allowed to let all that tension go in one mind-melting orgasm.
In her other hand she had the big tub of lube and Mei Ling’s eyes widened when Vanessa put her whole fist into it. Pulling it out, it was completely covered in the goo and Vanessa, putting down the tub, smeared it up and down her forearm too.
“... this going up into your pussy as far as I can get it,” Vanessa finished. Mei Ling merely whimpered, fear in her eyes but also that spark of lust that never seemed to leave them.
“Or maybe it’ll go up your ass,” Vanessa grinned. “Maybe both... we have a long day ahead of us.”
---
“I need help”.
Corina looked at her phone, Orla’s message displayed on the screen. She grinned, knowing precisely what this was about. Without hesitation, she pressed dial and called her sister.
“Corina! Thank God, I need to talk to you,” Orla blurted out as soon as she picked up the call.
“What’s the matter, sis?”
“It... I’m finding it difficult to say it... um, it’s about last week. The you know... the thing I did...”
“I see,” Corina stifled a chuckle. This was all going so well!
“I’m struggling, Corina, really struggling,” Orla said, her voice wavering. “I keep thinking about it and having these... very bad dreams. And I keep... er... oh hell, playing with myself a lot because of it. I feel so... turned on all the time.”
Corina knew precisely what her sister was feeling. She’d gone through the same thing, that intense craving for the new experiences, the powerful orgasms and the touch of her naked white skin on... damn, she was getting horny herself now.
“And the worst thing is... I’m not even sure I’m pregnant! The test was inconclusive!”
Corina sighed contentedly. That too was part of the plan. Tandino had given Orla a set of ‘fake’ test kits, the results predetermined to promote confusion and, hopefully, the idea of taking more black dick to “make sure”.
“I don’t think I can do it again,” Orla said. “It was... interesting, I’ll give you that, but I’m not sure I can live with myself. I think I’m just going to have to accept that I’m barren or... but what if the test is positive after all? Oh God, I’m so confused!”
“What have you been dreaming about, Orla? Sometimes if we look at your dreams, it can tell you what your body needs, something you are missing out on that you should get more of. It might be your subconscious giving you messages, saying “hey girl, we really need to do this” or something.”
Orla was silent for a moment then it all came tumbling out. Corina felt her pussy getting wet at the flurry of sexual images and scenarios that Orla’s mind had conjured up. She told her about the gang-bang in the church and the dream she’d had about going into a seedy bar and letting all the black customers fuck her. She told her about the vision of a group of black workmen having their way with Orla while her husband was at work one day and about how she was gang-fucked by a group of studs while her husband lay snoring next to her, never once waking up even when Orla screamed out in ecstasy.
“Um... wow,” Corina said, “I’m not sure what to say.”
“I know, it’s disgusting and... I know it was ... fun with that man, but I thought that was it. One fling and then over, I could get back to normal. My mind, my body, they’re betraying me! I... can’t go on like this much longer. I need to do something!”
“What is it you want to do that’ll help? Can I be blunt and say I think there’s probably only one thing you can do...”
Orla merely made a strangled noise on the other end of the line.
“I think you need ... and remember, I have to be blunt here ... to get fucked.”
“Oh my God...”
“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t think it was the obvious solution,” Corina said. It was time to speak the truth. “Think of it as if you’ve suddenly found this key to unlock this whole side of you that was kept hidden all these years. This part of you exists, Orla, this sexual side that you’ve denied for too long. It’s in all of us, all of these wives, mothers and girls who’ve been repressed by the white male patriarchy for too long. You owe it to yourself to let this part of you shine, let it come out and just let yourself be fucking happy for once!”
Silence.
“I saw your face when you came on that big black cock, sis,” Corina continued. “I saw how sexy you looked, how wonderful you felt. You glowed, girl. You looked better than I’ve ever seen you, full of life, full of... something. I’m no poet, I just know you looked like you’d started living at last. All I want is for you to be happy and I think if you don’t go ahead with this, you’ll never be happy.”
Orla hung up suddenly, throwing her phone down on the bed next to her. She wept.
Corina looked at her own phone and wondered if she’d gone too far. It had been said now, there was no going back. Orla would either give in or she wouldn’t. There was no middle ground. Corina bit her lip and hoped she’d made the right call.
---
Zoey Porterfield looked out the hotel window, watching as life passed by outside. She was high up, the 10th floor, the cars moving so slowly far below. It was normal life that, she thought. A routine, a city life she’d never really known. She’d grown up in a holiday resort, bereft of life in the off season and teeming with strangers as soon as the city types could get away. She’d been to the city lots of times, of course, but never for this long.
She sighed. Her parents didn’t know where she was. She was only 19 and had abandoned them when ‘That Moment’ happened. The moment that changed her life forever. She loved her parents and she would contact them soon, but for now she was involved in something far greater. She was defining her life - university was out the window, her previous life consigned to history. She was a new woman.
And all because she’d seen a beautiful woman being fucked on a beach a few months before.
‘That Moment’ when Zoey had spotted Corina on the beach with her two black lovers had triggered something extraordinary in her. A lot of people talk about love at first sight, about heart-stopping times when things just hit you. Zoey had, like others, dismissed these things as Hollywood fantasy... until it had happened to her. For Zoey, though, it hadn’t been a swoon over a handsome devil at school or anything like that. For her it was something everyone denies - that you can change so suddenly, so completely, almost like you become a different person.
She’d seen two massive black cocks and, at that instant, she’d become a black cock slut. There were barely any black people in her holiday resort, certainly not enough that she’d come into contact with them very often, if at all, during the course of each year. Her school was almost exclusively white, with the occasional Asian student sprinkled in. But towering black studs with penises like tree trunks? Nope.
So Zoey hadn’t even known she was attracted to black men really, beyond rap stars or soccer players or whatever. That was just a kid looking up at these big celebrities in awe, that wasn’t love... but the second she saw those big black dicks... now that was love, infatuation, call it what you will. It soon became obsession when she’d had her first encounter with the men and Corina, the obsession that drove her to leave everything behind and come to the big city, a naive girl in a big, unknown world.
It hadn’t happened overnight though, the departure. She’d thought it was a holiday fling, she’d just go back to normal. Oh no, her body had experienced some amazing things and it wanted more. She soon realised her mind did too. She’d confided in her best friend, Natasha, but soon realised her friendship was a sham. She’d got angry, called Zoey a whore, a slut, then told their friends, who all began to shame her, calling her names and making her feel awful.
Fuck them, she’d thought, and called Malik. To her amazement he’d told her of Project Blackout and she agreed instantly to be a part of it. Anything was better than the torment of her so-called friends. So she’d packed up and got the bus all the way to the big city, straight into this hotel room in the building recently taken over by Malik’s employer, Michael Tandino. She lived her for free, a monthly allowance letting her have fun, eat and drink with no worries. All she had to do was devote herself to being the “best slut she could be”, according to Malik.
So Zoey stood, naked, at the window, looking down at the normal people. She envied them that normality but, also, she pitied them. She wondered how many women down there were trapped in loveless marriages, their sex lives a cruel joke. Perhaps they too harboured desires for virile black men, who knows? That was the aim of Project Blackout, to tap into the (so they said) hidden desires of the modern woman to spread her sexual wings and fly.
“Hey girl, you feeling okay?” a deep voice from behind her.
Zoey turned from the window, smiling. “Yep, just thinking about a few things.”
She didn’t know the name of the man lying on her bed, but she didn’t care. He was just one of many men she’d been with since arriving in the city. All she knew was he was gorgeous, athletic and had a 12 inch cock sticking up straight into the air like a tower. That was the most important bit, after all. Her pussy tingled and that familiar urge to fill it up hit her hard. She got back onto the bed and straddled him, the cock pressed against her stomach. She pressed it against herself with both hands, loving how warm it felt against her pale, white skin.
“You wanna go again?” the man grinned.
“Oh yes,” Zoey said, lifting herself and sinking the entire shaft into her wet cunt in one easy movement. She let out a sigh of pure contentment as she felt him fill her up, the head nuzzling her cervix and his balls pressed against her. She leaned forward and kissed her lover, taking it slow after the wild, animalistic fucking of earlier that day. This time she savoured it, keeping it tender and gentle for as long as she could.
“You love this black dick, huh?” the man said. Zoey groaned her agreement.
“I... oooh... love all... black cocks,” she gasped.
“Fuck, my friends would love you,” he said, grimacing as he slipped his entire length in and out of her slippery twat.
“If they... black and... mmmm... packing meat... I’ll fuck... them all!”
“Damn, you’re such a slut, I love it!”
Zoey reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the man’s phone, dropping it onto his chest.
“What’s that for?”
“Call your friends,” she groaned, grinding her pussy against his body.
“Woah, I thought you were kidding...”
“No way,” she growled. “Every fucking one of them, get them over here now. I’ll fuck ‘em all any way you guys want. DP, two in the pussy, two up my ass, three in me, whatever you want. I’m just a fucking cum dump for black men.”
“Holy shit,” the man said, grabbing his phone. He put it to his ear and started to speak to someone.
“Yo, Benji,” he said as Zoey began to bounce up and down on him, doing all the work as he spoke. “I’ve got this fucking amazing white girl just... wow, she’s taking every inch of my dick, bro... she’s off the hook, she told me to invite all the boys over to...
“Gang-FUCK me!” Zoey screamed as she felt an orgasm approaching.
“Yeah, you hear that? Damn, he says how many brothers do you want?”
“Fuck... as many... as you can... get... oh fuck, I’m cumming!” she squealed.
“Ah shit, I’m gonna nut too if you keep that shit up! Benji, get the whole crew together, here’s the address. Room 10-1, bro. Hurry, this slut’s going to wear me out soon!”
“Ahhhh ffffffffuck!” Zoey growled, pleasure coursing through her body. “Fuck me, that’s so awesome... so fucking good... oh yeah, keep fucking me, that’s it!”
The man was grimacing himself, trying to prevent himself from climaxing too as her pussy clamped down and contracted on his length.
“Ah shit, I can’t... oh fuck!” he yelled and Zoey felt him explode inside her.
“Fuck yeah!” she cried out as he slammed her down onto him. She felt his entire length spasm over and over again, knowing his cum was spurting into her greedy womb. Damn, this boy was cumming buckets! Just how she loved it...
She collapsed onto his chest, both of them breathing heavily. The man’s cock deflated slightly and she giggled as it plopped out of her.
“Aw, I was hoping you could last a bit longer than that!” she teased, moving off him and lying down to his right. She grabbed his semi-hard dick and stroked it, hoping he would return to full mast quickly. It was so sloppy, covered in their combined juices. It was beautiful.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “I’m only human!”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure your friends will make up for this disappointment. Maybe I can help you out though...”
She greedily gobbled up his cock, working furiously all over to get him stiff again. Her tongue roamed up and down the shaft, all over his big balls, before her mouth returned to the head, sucking vigorously on it.
“Damn, you’re good!” he said and she was delighted to feel his cock return to just how she wanted it - stiff, hard, thick and long. She just hoped those balls had enough cum left in them to fill her insatiable womb. No matter, she thought. If he doesn’t then his friends will.
-----
Corina lay next to Vanessa in the latter’s bed, her soft silk sheets tossed aside, the two naked in the warm room. Her head was on Vanessa’s chest, her right hand resting on her right breast. She smiled, content.
“Orla called me today,” Corina said, her fingers tracing random patterns on Vanessa’s skin.
“Mmm,” Vanessa said, smiling lazily, still basking the afterglow of her last orgasm.
“I think she’s close, really close,” Corina continued. “She’s right on the edge and... I had to lay it on the line to her. She hung up on me and I’ve not spoken to her since. She told me she’s been having dreams about fucking black guys and she’s having to masturbate all the time to relieve the pressure.”
“It’s just a matter of time,” Vanessa said, stroking Corina’s hair. “I have this picture in my mind of you sucking on her cunt, lapping up the cum of like 10 different guys as it pours out of her.”
“Mmmm,” Corina smiled. “That does sound good. I just worry I’ve pushed her away. I should have played it cool. Perhaps I’ve been too forceful...”
“I don’t think so,” Vanessa said. “I’ve seen the footage of her session with Joshua, she was pretty into it then. She’s had her taste of black dick, there’s not a woman alive who can resist once they’ve had some. Trust me, she’ll come round.”
“I hope you’re right. Actually, I’ve just had an idea about something we can do to push her over the edge for good,” Corina said.
“Excellent,” Vanessa grinned. “Now, I’ve got to get me some of your little pussy again or I’ll go crazy here...”
“Meow!” Corina giggled as she got up, straddling her friend’s face and feeling her tongue enter her dripping snatch.
-----
“Holy... that was amazing,” Margaret said, exhausted as she lay on her back next to Malik. Her pussy felt sore... in a good... no, an amazing way. In a ‘just got fucked for an hour’ way. The way she was growing increasingly fond of, so much so that it seemed every single day that went past she kinda sorta wanted to feel that way. Sometimes more than once. Hell, who was she kidding? Always more than once.
She looked down at Malik’s extraordinary penis, still hard as rock despite having pumped her full of sperm minutes before. It never ceased to amaze her how resilient he was. She licked her lips, wanting it inside her again. Tearing her eyes from his prodigious member, she ran them all over the rest of him. His eyes were closed, though she was sure he knew of her observation. His handsome face, his dark skin, his godlike physique... she felt her heart skip a beat. She really was falling for this young man. Hard.
Just like his cock, she giggled.
She opened her mouth to speak, but at that moment, his phone buzzed. Margaret felt a flash of disappointment as he got up quickly off the bed, swiftly moving over to his jacket that had been discarded on the floor. She turned on her side, watching him as he looked at his phone.
“Ah, damn,” he said, turning to face her. “I’ve really got to get going, there’s something happening at work I’ve got to take care of urgently. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Margaret said, getting up herself. She threw on a dressing gown that she’d brought with her. “I understand. I’ll just get ready and get a taxi to Emily’s flat...”
“Well, if you wanted to, you could just hang out here for a while until I get back,” Malik said. “Then perhaps we could...”
He grinned and tugged at the belt of her gown. It fell open and he drew her close, his cock stiffening again against her skin, causing her to tremble with excitement.
“...well, you know.”
He gave her a kiss and then, begrudgingly, pushed her away. She did up her her robe again, smiling wistfully to herself as she watched her lover dress in silence. Finally, as he was opening his front door, his phone buzzed again.
“Hmm,” he said. “A friend mine just said he was in the neighbourhood. Look, do you mind letting him in when he gets here? I know it’s a lot to ask but...
“No, of course, it’s fine, I can do that,” Margaret said. “His name’s Shola and he’s over from Africa at the moment, studying at the university. You sure it’s okay? He’ll probably just sit, watch TV, not get in your way.”
“I’m sure we’ll get on fine,” Margaret said. “Hurry back though, just in case!”
Malik chuckled. “I’ll do my best!”.
What Margaret didn’t see was Malik exiting the building, talking on the phone.
“Hey, Vanessa,” he said. “She’s on her own in my apartment... yes... okay, send in Shola and Daquan. Yes, I think she’ll go with it. She’s really getting insatiable... yeah, the cameras are all set up and recording. Uh-huh, good. I’ll wait for Shola’s signal then head back with Emily and catch them in the act. Okay, cool, see you later!”
He could see Emily in the restaurant across the street, sitting in the window. Malik grinned as he imagined that her and her mother together. Damn, this plan better work!
--------
“I guess I’d better clean this place up,” Margaret said to herself. “I’d better put on some clothes first...”
Just as she was heading over to where she’d thrown her clothing in her passion earlier that day, someone pounded on the front door.
“Oh God, already?” she said, flustered. No time to change, she thought, as she made her way back into the front room and opened the door. She gasped and took a step back when she saw that there were two huge black men standing there. Malik had said only one friend was coming over, but now here stood two goliaths, towering over her.
“Hello, I am Shola,” the taller of the two said. God, he’s so big, he has to stoop to get in the door! “May we come in please? I hope we are not inconveniencing you.”
“Erm, I guess,” Margaret said as the two men moved past her into the room. Both immediately took up a seat on the sofa and turned on the TV.
“Hey, bust out those controllers, Shola, I’m gonna beat your ass at NBA this time, for sure,” the unnamed man said jovially.
“You have never beaten me once, my friend,” Shola chuckled.
She shook her head, smiling. Boys never grow up, she thought. I’m glad I had all girls. They seemed engrossed in what they were doing, so she might as well do something useful.
“Look, I’m just going to go take a shower, okay? I’m sure you all know your way around Malik’s place, so just do what you like, I guess. Right? Right.”
They had ignored her, so she just exited stage left and headed to the bathroom. Closing the door, she discarded her robe and let the water run for a while to heat up. Getting in, she sighed, loving the feeling on the water relaxing her. She closed her eyes... then opened them again, yelping as a deep voice interrupted her reverie.
“Excuse me? Madame? I need to use the toilet. I am sorry for interrupting you,” Shola said. She realised she had a) not locked the door and b) she wasn’t covering herself. He could see her naked body and she swiftly rectified the situation as quickly as she could.
“Er, yes... go on, quick, I’m...”
But he just stood there, looking at her.
“Er... do you mind?” she said, finally.
“Oh, I am sorry. It is just... you are very beautiful. I find it difficult to, how you say, look away from such beauty. I do not wish to offend, just...”
“Um, thanks, I...”
It was then she noticed the bulge in his pants. Her eyes widened at the size of it. It was her turn to stare as he turned to the toilet and pulled out his penis.
One hand went to her mouth as she looked in awe at the monster cock he had dangling between his legs, oblivious to the fact her breasts was now uncovered. It was stiff too and getting harder and, incredibly, longer. It was bigger than Malik’s by some margin. Thicker too. How could any woman ever take that into her? She felt her knees tremble at the thought.
“Ah, no,” he said, feigning annoyance. “I am so sorry, I got excited looking at you and now... oh my, I am sorry. Let me go, leave you in peace.”
“No, it’s okay,” she blurted out. “Um, just wait, it’ll... er, go down eventually.”
But it didn’t. In fact, it just got bigger.
“Perhaps you should go then...” she said.
“Yes, I am sorry again,” he said. He tried to cram the monstrous penis back into his pants, but couldn’t do it. Sighing, he just walked out, closing the door behind him, cock still out. Margaret stood for a second, confused. He’s just going to walk around with his... thing out? What about his friend? Men... I’ll never understand them.
Remembering why she was in the shower in the first place, she gave herself a quick wash, trying not to linger on her more sensitive areas. She was feeling flustered after seeing Shola’s... weapon and didn’t want to ignite her passion any more than it had been already. A month or so ago, that would have been easier to do... but after being with Malik so much, she had found herself much more easily turned on by sexual matters.
The room had eventually steamed up and, as she got out of the shower, she towelled herself off a little, concentrating on her hair. She reached for her robe... and found that it was gone!
“What the...?” she said out loud. The steam made it difficult to see, but no, she couldn’t see the robe anywhere. Had Shola taken it? He must have done... or had she taken it off before coming in?
There was only one thing for it - to go out into the apartment and find it. Naked. With two big black men close by. Her pussy twinged and she mentally chastised herself for that instinctive reaction. Gingerly, she pushed open the door and entered the adjacent bedroom. No, it wasn’t here either. She...
“Holy shit, bro, you were right, she is fucking fine!”
She squealed and turned to see the other man standing in the door. His eyes were far more lascivious than Shola’s, who had an innocence to him that disarmed her. This man was more brutish, more obvious in his intentions. She covered herself with the small towel she had, but it barely did the job. Where the fuck was that robe?
“Yes, she is very, very beautiful. Even better when she doesn’t have the towel over her,” Shola said. She turned her head to look at him and squealed again. He was standing naked by the opposite side of the bed, his cock fully erect and pointing right at her. It was an incredible sight, this gigantic man with his gigantic cock.
“Let’s see if you’re right,” the other man said. She remained motionless as he approached her, eyes still fixed on Shola. The second man took hold of the towel and pulled it away. She didn’t resist, her mind focused entirely on the enormous rod of flesh that sprouted from Shola’s groin.
“Yep, she’s a hot fucking MILF, for sure,” he said. “I think she likes you, bro.”
“Maybe she will like you as well, my friend,” Shola said.
“Let’s see,” the other man smirked and pulled down his own pants. Margaret whimpered as she saw the second cock spring into view. It wasn’t as big as Shola’s but, even so, it was still bigger and thicker than Malik’s. She whimpered, her pussy soaking wet despite her fear.
She was like a statue, unable to move as the two men moved towards her, their now-naked bodies teasingly close, their enormous cocks mere inches away. She could say no, she could end this at any moment... but every time she opened her mouth her to tell them to stop, she found herself instead on the verge of telling them to fuck her brains out.
They grinned at her. They knew she was on the verge of giving in to her lust.
“I... can’t... I have... a boyfriend... Malik...” she finally said, though she knew it sounded weak. “Please... no...”
“Malik’s a sharing kinda guy, you must know that,” the second man said, moving closer. His cock was literally an inch away from her now, as was Shola’s.
“But... oh dear... I’m not... I can’t...”
“You saying you can resist these two big black cocks, girl?”
“No... I mean, yes... I mean... you’re confusing me. I just don’t cheat... I made promises...” Margaret stumbled over her words.
“What promises?” Shola said, moving forward. His cock touched her skin and she shivered. The other man also moved closer and his also touched her. She whimpered, desperate to just give in... but she couldn’t.
“I...” Suddenly, it was like a curtain had been lifted as she realised... she hadn’t made any promises. She’d had sex with Malik, was ‘going out’ with him... but she’d never made any commitment to him. She looked down at the enormous cocks touching her. They looked so fucking good, so thick and hard and long and...
“You’re right,” she said, looking up at the second man, grinning. “I haven’t made any promises to him. I’m free to do what I want... and what I want right now... is...”
She put a hand on each of the cocks.
“... for you two young bucks to fuck the absolute shit out of me.”
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Malik’s phone buzzed and he took it out of his jacket. Emily looked up at him, his cock in her mouth as she greedily sucked it. He nodded and put it away.
“She’s sucking them both off right now,” he said. Emily removed his cock from her mouth with a loud pop and grinned up at him.
“Fantastic! When shall we ... interrupt them?”
“Give them ten minutes, let her start taking one in her pussy then we’ll go in. You still think she’ll let you touch her?”
“Oh, I’m going to do more than touch her,” Emily laughed, stroking his member still. “I think so, though. I think she’s gone so far now, fucking two - and with you joining in, three - guys at once... what’s a bit of pussy on top of that?”
“Yes, but it is her ********’s pussy,” Malik said.
“I think the slut gene is strong in our ******,” she giggled, massaging his balls with her other hand. “So, when she’s put in that situation with me, I think I can convince her to just go with it.”
“Mmm, I hope so,” Malik said, putting his hand on the back of her head. She didn’t resist, swallowing him up again without hesitation.
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She should have heard the front door open and shut, but she had so much thick cock in her pussy, it was all she could concentrate on. She hadn’t taken Shola’s yet, though she was eager to do so, but even this other man’s cock was pushing her limits. It was thicker and longer than Malik’s and he was a more aggressive lover, hammering her with his full length. Each brutal thrust elicited a yelp of pleasure, his balls slapping against her hard. She absolutely loved that sound, it was so utterly filthy. She felt like she was about to cum already, the enormous cock pushing all her buttons just like Malik’s.
“Oh fuck!” she screamed. “Oh FUCK! God, it feels so fucking good! Oh yes, oh fucking yes! Oh fuck, I love black cock! I love black men! You’re so fucking amazing, I... just want... to... get FUCKED by black dick all... the... fucking.... Time!”
Her body exploded with pleasure as her first orgasm hit, every muscle spasming and contracting as the incredible feelings cascaded through her. Her eyes were closed tight and, as she came down, she opened them, her head lolling to one side.
Then she saw Emily and Malik standing in the bedroom door.
Now, in a normal situation, if her ******** walked in on her while she was having sex, she’d scream, cover herself and say it was just Daddy cuddling her. Nothing else, just cuddling.
This wasn’t a normal situation. This was Margaret getting fucked by an enormous black cock with an even more gigantic phallus waiting to impale her. This was an interracial threesome with her more formal lover watching from the doorway. With her ******** also in the room.
So, to Margaret’s horror and amazement, the sight of her ******** standing there looking shocked (at least, Margaret was fooled into thinking this) caused her to climax for a second time. The most intense orgasm she’d ever had was achieved while staring deep into her ********’s eyes.
“Oh my God, Mommy!” Emily said, deliberately playing up her ‘shock’.
“Emily... I... oh... ahhh” Margaret tried to speak, tried to push this brute off her, but she couldn’t. He just kept on pounding her stretched pussy. Why didn’t he stop? He must know they were being watched. All Margaret could do was lie there on her back, legs spread wide, as her ******** and her boyfriend watched her getting fucked... and then the man started to growl and she felt him tense and expand inside her...
...and now her ******** had just watched her take the cum of a stranger into her womb.
The man grunted one more time and pulled himself out of her gaping cunt unceremoniously. He stood there, cock still stiff as rock, covered in their combined juices, admiring her oozing hole.
“Damn, that was some good pussy,” he said. “Hey M, you damn lucky to have such a hot slut to fuck.”
She looked at Malik, who was still standing there, feigning indifference.
“My turn now,” she heard Shola say and he positioned himself between her legs. She looked frantic and tried to get away. It had gone on too far. She couldn’t just lie here and take this humongous cock inside her with her ******** watching.
She met her ********’s eyes then again and froze. Emily was... smiling? Oh my goodness, Margaret thought, as she watched the new scene unfold.
Malik had moved behind Emily and was... helping her out of her clothes. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it aside. Malik unhooked her bra and her breasts were freed. Her jeans were unbuttoned by two big, black hands from behind and she wiggled her hips as the pants dropped to the floor. She was wearing no underwear, her pussy bald and... glistening. She was soaking wet, her mother saw.
Emily had watched her mother get fucked and had got intensely aroused, Margaret realised. And now she was walking over to Shola.
“That cock just looks so fucking delicious, mother,” Emily said in a sultry tone. She reached her small little hand down to the monstrous penis and grasped it tenderly. “I think you might need some help getting it aaaaaall the way up into your ... gorgeous pussy.”
What was she doing? Margaret screamed in her mind. She was still frozen as she watched Emily guide Shola’s prick towards her pussy. She should stop this. It was her ********... who was touching her pussy now!
Emily’s other hand was rubbing her clit, she realised. She felt her pussy spasm and a load of sperm oozed out. She saw Emily’s eyes light up, her tongue run over her lips and then she looked at her mother... and grinned. Before Margaret could stop, Emily took the plunge, down to her mother’s pussy with her tongue and began to lap at it, greedily feasting upon the vagina that had birthed her into the world.
And Margaret yelped with pleasure. Why didn’t she stop this? It was insanity!
It hit her suddenly. She knew why. She looked down at her ********, happily gorging herself on her mother’s slit. She knew why.
It was because she was a total fucking slut now. Just like earlier when she’d given up her pretence of being ‘loyal’ to Malik, it was like new pathways had opened up in her brain. She saw her ******** now differently. She was still her wonderful, perfect little girl... but she was also a sexy, gorgeous young woman who, she realised to her amazement, she wanted to have sex with. She wanted to bury her face between her legs, suck on her tits, lick her ass, drink cum from her, do filthy, despicable... and utterly arousing things to her.
Malik had once mentioned his surprise at her not having had any female sexual encounters before and she had been equally surprised at his bemusement. It wasn’t ‘normal’ for women to fancy each other and she’d thought no more about it... and yet here she was, letting her daugther eat her cum-filled pussy out. Her first ever lesbian experience and it was with her own flesh and blood. She thought...
A spike of pleasure rushed through her as Emily worked Margaret’s clit.
“Oh fuck,” she couldn’t help but gasp.
“Like your ******** licking your clit?” Malik said. She noticed he was naked now, that perfect cock of his hard as ever.
She nodded without thinking. She was beyond that now. It felt too good to be wrong and, as if to illustrate this, she grinned wickedly and put both hands on her ********’s head, pressing it to her groin.
“She’s ... oooh.... pretty good at it, I think,” Margaret said.
“Yep, I’ve had a lot of practice,” Emily said, moving away suddenly, her hand back on Shola’s immense rod. “But I think your pussy needs some proper fucking again. I know mine does.”
“Oh God,” Margaret said, watching as her ******** guided the enormous cock to her labia. Even Malik and the other man, this was something else. When Shola’s balls finally pressed against her skin, she couldn’t explain how she’d got the whole dick inside her.
“Not yet,” Emily said, climbing up onto the bed. Margaret knew what was coming and wouldn’t now have stopped it happening if she’d been asked. As the 15 inch cock started to fuck her pussy, her ********’s hairless hole pressed against Margaret’s face and she ate cunt for the first time in her life. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the two other men, Malik and Daquan (she would be told his name later), stroking their cocks appreciatively at the erotic sight in front of them.
“Oh Mommy,” Emily groaned as her mother’s tongue did its work. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long. It makes me so happy to know you’re a fucking slut just like me!”
Margaret couldn’t respond, the only sound she could make a groan of her own as 15 inches of black cock stabbed in and out of her body faster and faster. She felt her third climax readying itself deep inside.
“Mommy, we’ve got to... oooh... we’ve got to get my sisters to become sluts too. Please, together we can make our whole ****** fuck black cock, suck cunt and ... mmmmm... everything inbetween. Please, Mommy, promise me! You’ll help me... oh fuck! You’re making me cum, Mommy, oh FUCK YES!”
“YES!” Margaret said as her pussy clamped down on Shola’s mighty weapon as it continued to stretch her obscenely with every thrust. “FUCK YES! YES! YES YES YES!”
She came like a wild thing just as her ********’s pussy flooded her face with juice. It was both an exclamation of ecstacy and a promise to do what her ******** asked. If it was within her power to do so, she would turn each one of her remaining offspring into cock-crazed sluts like Emily and herself.
As Emily got off her mother, Margaret watched as Malik slipped his entire length into her ********’s wet hole. They exchanged grins, the two ****** members bonding as they took foot-long cocks into their holes. The third black man wasn’t to be left out, mounting the bed and offering his cock to Margaret, who gleefully accepted it into her mouth.
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As Orla stepped into the church, she crossed herself and sat down on a pew. The place was empty, a sad indictment of the country today. So few people were interested in religion. It was all hedonism and devotion to the cult of self. Nobody wanted to do good for others. She wondered if she was like that, deep down. She had let herself become corrupted by adulterous thoughts. Forgiveness could be sought for her transgressions, her wicked thoughts would surely go away in time. She just had to have faith, pray harder and God would help her out.
At least, that was what she thought until a shadow loomed over her. She turned and a man standing beside her. A very tall, black man stood next to her. He was dressed... the collar... oh my, this was the new vicar.
“Hello, my name is Jonathan,” he said in a familiar deep tone. Very similar to Dr Tandino, in fact, she mused. “You know, you are the first person I’ve seen in here since I arrived yesterday. A sad state of affairs really. Well, I am sure on Sunday we will have a bumper crowd, yes?”
“I don’t know anymore,” Orla said, sadly. “These days, well, people don’t come as much as they used to. I don’t know why...”
“I see,” Jonathan nodded thoughtfully. “Anyway, I apologise for disturbing you, but you looked troubled. I was wondering if I could do anything to help?”
“Um... I guess it would be nice to talk to someone about some... issues I’ve been having.”
“Okay, shall we go somewhere else for some privacy?”
Orla nodded and followed Jonathan deeper in the building. He pushed open a solid oak door and entered an office area. It wasn’t much - a desk, computer, a single shelf of religious tomes, two chairs. He sat on one, she sat on the other.
“Okay, well, I... er, I’ve been unfaithful to my husband...” Orla said and proceeded to let it all come out, her feelings, her yearnings, the reasons why she did what she did. Jonathan merely sat and listened, nodding along.
“... so yes, then I came here today looking for a sign, I think. A way to put all this behind me.”
Jonathan sat for a while then leaned forward, his hands clasped together.
“And why do you want to put this behind you? I have to say I don’t see a problem with anything you’ve done.”
Orla looked confused. It wasn’t the response she was expecting.
“I... what?”
“Well, it seems to me, and let me be honest, that your marriage is not a happy one. I am supposed to argue for the sanctity of marriage, but I also like to think I’m up with modern thinking. The church hasn’t always been one for caring about the needs of women, but I think we can all agree that they’re just as important than the needs of men.”
“Well, yes...”
“So I repeat - I don’t see what you’ve done wrong. You want a baby, you’ve tried to do this with your husband, but that won’t happen. So you try a different way. And, you know, sex. It is fun. It is meant to be fun, to be enjoyed. The world would be much less interesting if sex was boring. So... what’s the problem?”
“But... it wasn’t my husband! I would have thought...”
“Nowadays, who cares? The church frowns on it... but I don’t. It is probably why I am here and not in a more... popular parish, but I think people should do what feels right. And I look at you, my dear, and see that you know this too. You just won’t admit it.”
Orla was silent. This wasn’t anything like she’d expected.
“I want you to repeat after me: I am my own woman.”
“I am my own woman.”
“I have desires and should act on them. To not do so is unhealthy.”
“I have... have desires and should act on them. To not do so is unhealthy,” she repeated.
“I should give in to what my body wants, starting today. To not do so is to risk my health and sanity.”
“I should... give in... to my body... today.”
“Good,” he said, standing. Her eyes went wide as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Let me help you do this.”
He let his trousers drop and got his cock out. It was huge, gradually growing stiffer and longer as she watched, mesmerised. She wanted to get up and yell for help, but she couldn’t.
“I want to help you, Orla,” he said. Had she told him her name? She couldn’t remember. “I see your pain and want to turn it into pleasure. You deserve this, Orla. Come to me and let us give you what your heart craves. Big. Black. Cocks.”
And as she followed him into a room behind the office and lay back on a single bed, spreading herself for this stranger who entered her body easily, she forgot her inhibitions. She cast aside her doubts and let herself go for once in her life. As he slipped 10 inches of black cock into her gushing pussy, she felt all her problems were meaningless. As she came hard on his dick, she yelled out the words that she’d been longing to utter for so long, for decades.
“I love black cock!” she yelled, as he made her cum.
“I fucking love black cock!” she screamed, as he fucked her from behind.
“Fuck me! Give me a fucking black baby!” she begged as he flooded her womb with his seed.
And as she lay with him, lying on his broad chest, eyes still fixated on his throbbing meat as it grew to full stiffness again, she smiled. A few minutes later and she was watching him make a phone call. Twenty minutes later the small room was occupied by four other black men, cocks out, waiting their turn inside the married white woman. She was on her knees on the bed as the first of the men entered from behind, pounding cum into her receptive, fertile womb as she climaxed. It wasn’t quite like her dream, but it was close enough. She looked up at the vicar, nursing his erection at the back of the line, waiting for his third go at her cunt, and smiled. It was such a simple thing he’d done and yet such a life-changing one.
Just like Margaret, she’d realised just what she was - a complete slut for black cock. As the fifth load of sperm splattered against her cervix, she knew also that, 100 percent for definite, she was pregnant with a black man’s child.
And she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more.
