Corina Burbank gasped as her colleague’s tongue found her clitoris. She looked down at the teenager’s face buried between her legs, their eyes meeting. She should stop this, Corina thought, it was so, so wrong... but as an orgasm built inside her, she couldn’t. It felt too good to stop. The sensations of her tongue as it expertly worked her clit, the girl’s fingers as they now probed into Corina’s soaking wet pussy, the fact anyone could step in and catch them doing this... all these things and more caused Corina to grab Emily’s hair and hold her face hard against her cunt.
“Oh yes,” she growled as Emily furiously lapped at her clit. “Oh fuck, I’m... going... shit, I’m cumming!”
Her body bucked and writhed as Emily brought her to orgasm. Finally, Emily withdrew her face, smiling up at her colleague, lipstick smeared everywhere. She looked so delightfully slutty, Corina thought.
“You... wow... you might need to redo your make-up, Emily,” Corina said in between deep breaths. Emily grinned, standing up. Corina watched as she pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it. Wow, she’s not wearing any knickers, Corina realised as Emily’s immaculately shaved pussy was revealed.
“You might need to as well,” Emily said. Corina hesitated, but couldn’t resist. It looked so good, so inviting, she couldn’t help but lean forward and give her pretty cunt a kiss. A kiss turned into a lick and soon Corina was devouring the girl’s pussy like she was eating her last meal.
“Ah shit,” Emily exclaimed, holding her colleague’s head against her. “Fuck, that’s good!”
Her knees trembled as her own orgasm exploded within her. She squealed, biting her hand to stop the loud noises she wanted to make alerting anyone outside. She just wanted to scream and scream, but she knew she mustn’t. As the sensations died down, Corina stood too and the two women kissed passionately, loving the taste of their pussies smeared all over each others’ faces.
“Oh dear,” Corina laughed as the two finally parted. “We should probably get cleaned up before someone notices we’re both missing.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Emily giggled, pulling up her skirt and heading to one of the mirrors. “Wow, I’m a mess.”
Corina smiled as she tidied herself up too. They slinked back to their desks and covertly reapplied any extra makeup before returning to work. Corina felt... good. There was no guilt this time, not like earlier this morning. She was okay with it now, she felt. Technically it was a breach of her vows, but... well, it didn’t count with a girl. Colin would probably be turned on by it... so yeah, she was cool with it.
“Lunch?” Emily said.
“Yes, I think so,” Corina beamed. “Come on, my treat this time.”
The sun was shining as they left the building and Emily couldn’t have been happier. As they walked to the cafe, she had to restrain herself, wanting to hold Corina’s hand as they ambled along together. She’s so great, Emily thought. God, I’d love to see her with a big black cock inside her. That would just be so awesome.
As they sat in the same corner as the day before, Emily was lost for words for once. How exactly did you open a conversation after the sort of encounter they’d just had?
“So...” they both said at the same time. A momentary pause then they both burst into laughter.
“Okay, okay, you first,” Emily said, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Sure... um, today... how did you know I would be there? And... why did you come in?” Corina said.
“I saw you reading the Black Phallus site again and... you looked really, really turned on. Then you went off to the loo and.. I guessed you weren’t there for the usual reason.”
Corina didn’t respond, merely sipped her tea.
“When I came in, I heard you... you know, in there. I just listened as you got more excited, talking about black guys... and then you mentioned a name, Vanessa. That made me think, wow, you’re bisexual like me! And I just... couldn’t not come in. Corina, you’re so fucking gorgeous, I’ve fancied you for so long... and ... please say this isn’t the only time. I just want to be with you like that again and again. Please don’t say it was a one-off.”
Corina looked at the eager young girl over the table. So many conflicting thoughts ran through her mind right then. She felt no guilt about their liaison, but didn’t know if she wanted a serious thing. It was fun, but with Vanessa as well probably wanting... oh, holy shit, she thought. Of course. There was no need to split her time between the two women... Corina could fuck them both at the same time!
“Emily, I’d love to be with you again,” she said, smiling warmly. “There’s just one thing... I kind of... have another girlfriend at the moment, so...”
Emily looked confused for a second then realisation dawned. “You... you mean...?”
“Yes,” Corina said. “If you want... perhaps the three of us could... you know...”
“Fuck!” Emily said, laughing. Corina looked around, but luckily nobody had heard her friend’s exclamation. “Oh yes, yes, that’s... I didn’t think this day could any better, but yes! Oh... I have a question now.”
“Shoot,” Corina said, leaning back.
“You want to fuck a black guy, don’t you?”
If Corina had been sipping her tea at that point, it would have gone everywhere. “What?”
“Well, you can’t really deny it,” Emily winked. “I heard you talk about wanting to get fucked by a big black cock, so...”
Corina blushed. Of course she had heard. “It’s just fantasy, I... couldn’t cheat on my husband with a man. With a girl... yes, because it doesn’t really count. He’d probably quite like it... but with another man? No, never.”
It sounded convincing, so why did she not truly believe it herself. It was clear Emily wasn’t buying it either.
“I see,” Emily mused. “Just, you know, I kind of really want to get fucked by one too...”
Again, Corina’s metaphorical mouthful of tea spurted across the room. “But... you’re so... young and...”
“Yeah, that’s why,” Emily said. The cat was out of the bag now, so why not push on full force, she thought. “I just can’t get enough. Black men are so handsome, so manly and their cocks are just... oh wow, I just want to get one in my hands so I can milk it, feel him spurt and...”
“Okay, okay,” Corina said, getting flushed. Emily’s words were causing her pussy to get wet, but she couldn’t let her friend know that. It would betray everything she had said before.
“And really,” Emily continued, “I think you’d look so fucking sexy with a huge cock inside you, Corina.”
“Oh my... you think so? No, I couldn’t, it’s wrong to be with a man outside of your marriage. I made promises, I intend to keep them. Til death do us part and all that.”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Okay, if you say so.”
“Anyway, we should probably... oh fuck...” Corina said, turning her eyes to the door. Vanessa chose that second to walk in. Following her was a huge black man clad in an expensive suit. By God, he was handsome, Corina thought. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Emily had noticed him too. She really does have a thing for them, Corina thought, as she saw the transfixed expression on Emily’s face.
“Corina!” Vanessa said. “Hey, can me and Lamar join you? Thanks!”
Vanessa didn’t wait for Corina to answer, pulling up two seats and plonking herself down on one. Lamar sat too, right next to Corina. Too close, perhaps... like it was a deliberate act. Corina squirmed, trying not to let her discomfort show, but a sideways glance at Lamar showed her he knew precisely what he was doing. I bet Vanessa put him up to this, Corina thought, glaring at her friend.
“Hey,” Vanessa said to Emily, holding out her hand in greeting. “My name’s Vanessa.”
Emily glanced at Corina knowingly. “Ah, I’ve heard about you, yes. I’m Emily, I’m doing some work experience at Corina’s company.”
“Cool,” Vanessa said. “Let me just get some brews, back in a sec.”
She stood and headed to the counter, leaving Lamar with the two incredibly nervous and uncomfortable ladies. They didn’t know where to look. Lamar was quite happy to sit in silence, knowing precisely why these two women were so nervous. Lamar had been thoroughly briefed on Corina, but it was clear to him that this other girl was the same. He smiled at the younger one, who blushed and started sipping her own drink to avoid his gaze. She must only just be 18 or something, he thought. Wait until Mr Tandino hears about her.
“Here we go,” Vanessa said, sitting down with two lattes. “Scootch over, Lamar, give a girl some space.”
Corina was going to punch her friend as she forced Lamar even closer to her. She ground her teeth as she felt his leg press up against hers... and he didn’t move away. He was so close, his presence overwhelming as she tried to keep her cool.
Vanessa paused for a second then ‘accidentally’ spilled her coffee on the table, making sure some of it splashed on Emily’s clothes.
“Oh no!” Vanessa exclaimed loudly. “I’m so sorry! Here, come with me, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Emily yelped as Vanessa grabbed her hand and dragged her to the restroom, muttering about needing to get some tissues. Corina was left alone with Lamar. He wasted no time getting down to business.
“Vanessa told me you’re having problems with hubby,” he said. His voice was deep, booming, very masculine. Corina blushed, shaking her head furiously.
“No, not at all, I don’t know why she said that,” Corina said quickly.
“Then why’d you end up in her bed last night?”
Corina’s eyes went wide. She told him? Who else did she tell? How could she do this?
“Don’t worry, babe, secret is safe with me,” he said, moving closer still. His shoulder was against her’s now. He feels so strong, she thought, trying not to let it arouse her. “She told me you loved the black dildo she has... but, you know, it’s nothing like being with a real black man. You look like you could do with being with a real man. Hubby just ain’t gonna cut it anymore, right?”
Corina said nothing, mortified. She should have defended Colin, but ... how could she? Fuck it, the man was right!
“Uh-huh, I thought so,” Lamar continued. He reached out and took Corina’s hand in his. She whimpered as it closed over it. It was so big. “I bet you’ve never been with a real man, a man who could satisfy you. White girls crazy for black dick, you know. Most just don’t know it... they believe that shit about it only being a myth. It’s real, baby. Here, feel the truth.”
He took her hand and, without resistance, moved it down under the table to his crotch. Her eyes bulged as he pressed her hand against something big, enormous even, in his pants.
“Holy fuck,” Corina whispered. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m married. I can’t...”
“Hey, go ahead, take your hand away, baby. Not forcing you to keep it there... or to squeeze me like you are doing,” Lamar laughed. She felt his cock twitch and grow even bigger.
“Ah, no!” Corina yelped, standing suddenly. “I... need to go back to work. Yes, work. Emily! There you are, please, let’s go. Now.”
Emily walked out of the bathroom, looking flushed herself. She had an odd grin on her face as she looked at Corina. What had Vanessa done to her? That woman... shit, she was incorrigible. Corina took her hand and guided her to the door. Just as she was about to leave, she bit her lip and gave Lamar one last look. Vanessa was sitting next to him now... fuck, she had her hand down his pants! Corina gulped and pushed the door open. She had to get out of there.
“Emily, did Vanessa say anything to you?” Corina said as they walked back to the office.
The girl looked half-dazed, but shook her head. “No, it’s... fine, she didn’t do anything. She did say how amazing you were... and I told her about us. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Yes, I do fucking mind!” Corina wanted to shout in her face, but she didn’t. Things had escalated so much today that, sure, why not? She sighed.
“That’s fine,” she did say, finally. “Not much point hiding that from someone who... has also been with me. Just... don’t tell anyone else, okay?”
Emily nodded again. She had no intention of telling anyone else, because she had lots of other things on her mind.
----
Vanessa took her hand out of Lamar’s pants once Corina had disappeared. Lamar chuckled, pushing his stone cold drink away.
“She’s gonna break soon,” he said. “She wants it, real bad. She had her hand on my dick for about a minute.”
Vanessa grinned. “Excellent... and that other girl, Emily... Michael will be delighted to hear this. I had a feeling she was really into you, so I engineered that shit with the spill... and yeah, she is.”
“What did you do?”
“She asked me about Corina and I said straight out I’d fucked her with a black dildo. She was all speechless and then she actually said she wanted me to fuck HER with one. That I hadn’t expected, but hey, I said of course I would. She then said, get this, that she had had sex with Corina just a few hours ago at their work!”
“Wow, that slut gets about,” Lamar said.
“We might be creating a monster,” Vanessa laughed. “Anyway, I pressed on and said that you were single and looking for a girlfriend. She almost fainted. That girl is hot for you, Lamar... but don’t get too attached, I’ve got the feeling she’s hot for just about any black guy. I think you just have to tell her to bend over and she’d spread herself for you like that.”
Vanessa clicked her fingers and Lamar nodded.
“I’ve met a few girls like that... one called Vanessa, I think her name was.”
“Damn straight,” Vanessa said, stroking his cock through the fabric of his trousers. “And I’ll spread ‘em for you again once we get back to the office. Come on, let’s go!”
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Corina felt like crying. She’d touched that man’s cock. Not directly, but effectively. Hell, she’d even squeezed it! All those vows she’d made, meaningless if she would do such a thing. She tried to tell herself it was okay, she’d only touched it... held it a bit. It didn’t go any further, she’d fled the scene. But... but... oh, it had felt so good. So big! Like... impossibly big. She had to wonder... what would it feel like inside her? Stretching her, probing bits of her that had never felt the touch of a big, thick cock.
She pinched herself. Stop that! Stop thinking about other men! Focus on your work, get your head down. She would if her pussy would stop getting wet at the merest thought of that growing prick in her hand. And look at Emily, chirpy and happy as if nothing happened. If only she knew...
Emily was on cloud nine. Vanessa had told her Lamar was single and looking, insinuating that she should make a move. She’d never been the one to do that before, always having to fend off the attentions of white guys who held no interest for her. Now she had someone worth chasing and she had to focus hard on her work to stop herself from ringing the number Vanessa had given her.
Work finally finished and Corina sped out the door. Emily watched her go, confused, but she knew she’d not been home for a while, probably wanted to make things up to her husband. She, on the other, had a date to arrange. She picked up her mobile and entered the number. It rang... the butterflies in her stomach were going crazy... it rang... she was trembling...
“Hello?” Lamar’s deep voice answered.
“Hi!” Emily squeaked. Oh dear, I sound like a little girl, she thought. “Um, hello, Lamar? This is Emily, from the cafe earlier. Corina’s friend. Vanessa... er, gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind me calling...”
“No bother, what can I do for you?”
“Okay, well... um, sorry, I’m not good at this... I... do you... perhaps, er, want to, like, go... out some time? With me. Somewhere. On a... um, date?”
“Sure, why not?”
He said yes! He said yes! Emily’s heart felt like it would explode in her chest.
“Look, I’m kinda busy, but how about I meet you outside your office in, say, an hour? Vanessa already told me where you work.”
An hour? Fuck, I’m not in the right clothes... what about my make-up? No, I can’t blow this!
“Okay, sure, an hour. I’ll be here. See you.”
“I’ll show you a good time, I promise,” he said.
Lamar hung up and Emily sat in stunned shock. There was nobody else in the office now, so she stood up and just yelled out in celebration, jumping up and down like a crazy woman. When she calmed down, she ran to the toilets with her handbag, working on her make-up as best she could with the resources at her disposal. He seemed to like her businesslike, so she just touched up what was on her already.
She was waiting outside already as Lamar pulled up in a fancy car.
“Ooh, nice,” she thought as the passenger-side window rolled down.
“Get in,” Lamar said, which she did. “How you doing, girl?”
“Great,” Emily said. “Just... thanks for agreeing to come out with me. I know you must get lots of offers and I’m just a silly girl...”
“Don’t say that,” Lamar smiled as he pulled away. “You’re very beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Emily blushed. “Thanks. So, um, what do you want to do?”
“Let me surprise you,” Lamar grinned.
Emily nodded, liking the idea. “Okay, great.”
They drove around for a while, Emily soon getting lost. They seemed to be going out into the suburbs. Did Lamar want to find a restaurant out here or a bar perhaps? Eventually he pulled into the driveway of a detached house. Emily started to feel a little scared. Was he abducting her or something?
“Um... I thought we were going out somewhere...” She said, nervously.
“I said I’d show you a good time, right? Come on in, don’t be shy,” he said, getting out of the car and opening her door. Stepping out, she took in her surroundings. It was a lovely house, she had to admit. Immaculate garden, set back from the road, lots of privacy. Lamar was opening the front door, beckoning her to follow. She wondered if she should, but he seemed a decent guy. She wouldn’t come to harm, surely? Maybe that was naive, but... well, she felt like taking a risk.
Stepping into the house, she was ushered down past a flight of stairs into a sophisticated living room. Pictures of calm country scenes covered the walls, a long black leather sofa against one wall and gigantic TV mounted on the opposite side of the room. Lamar had a remote and turned on some soft, romantic music. Emily stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.
“Let me take your jacket there,” Lamar said, taking it off her and going out of the room to the hall. “Sit down, make yourself comfortable.”
She perched herself on the edge of the sofa, hands on her knees. Lamar still hadn’t returned. Where has he got to? She wondered what he was doing and then.... Oh fuck!
Lamar stepped back into the room, completely naked. His body was like a statue, an onyx god perfectly formed. Emily’s eyes were drawn to his groin, from which sprouted the biggest cock she’d ever seen. His balls hung pendulously below as it stood proud, erect.
“Vanessa tells me you want to get a taste of some dark meat,” he rumbled. “Now’s your chance.”
Emily couldn’t speak. She was outraged, but also excited beyond measure. How dare he bring her to this house and spring this on her... but how could she refuse the offering that even now was moving closer and closer to her? She tried to speak, but found she was unable to.
“Go on, touch it,” Lamar said. Emily was rooted to the spot. She should flee, run out the door and scream for help... but she couldn’t. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from that throbbing cock, hard and pointing right at her. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, her lust overcoming her fear. This was what she’d fantasised about for so long. How could she run?
He was so close now, his foot-long cock almost touching her belly. She whimpered as her personal space was invaded, but she still didn’t move. It was what she wanted, she kept repeating to herself as she slowly, slowly moved her hand up. He remained motionless as her hand gently grasped the shaft and she squeaked.
“Oh, it’s so hard and warm,” she almost whispered in awe. Gingerly, she moved her hand up and down the shaft, caressing it. It was truly amazing how big it was, she thought. She had dildos at home that didn’t even come close to this monster and she’d thought they were almost too big for her. This would rip her apart, she was certain... yet all she could think of now was it stretching her out, pushing her boundaries more than she would at home. She shivered with excitement.
“Kiss the tip,” Lamar said. Emily didn’t move, still scared despite her lust.
“Kiss it,” he said again, more insistently. “Look at that pre-cum oozing out, don’t you want to taste it?”
She did, he was correct. She’d never tasted cum before, always hearing from girlfriends about how horrible it was... but something about it fascinated her. She angled the cock up and bent down slowly, closing her eyes as her lips found the huge, bulbous head. Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the copious pre-cum drooling from it and she groaned. Oh fuck, it was so delicious, she thought, her mind racing. Those bitches, saying how it was disgusting... how wrong they were. Lust overcame her and she stretched her mouth, struggling to get the head inside.
“That’s it, take your time,” Lamar said, reaching down to stroke the side of Emily’s head. “Enjoy it.”
Emily’s mouth was too full to reply, but she was relaxing. She sucked with increasing gusto, occasionally taking the head out and starting to lick up and down the long shaft.
“Don’t forget the balls.” Emily grinned and lavished them with her tongue, something she thought she’d never do. She could feel her pussy aching now, desperate to be filled, but she also wanted to taste his real cum, to feel it flooding her mouth and spilling down her throat. She returned to the cock head and began to use both hands to stroke the shaft faster, lubed as it now was by her saliva.
“Damn, girl! Lamar laughed as she worked his cock.
“Come on,” she said, taking the head out of her mouth for a second. “I want that fucking cum!”
Furiously she sucked and stroked, desperate to feel that hot sperm exploding into her mouth. She felt him tense finally, a thrill of anticipation running through her as he groaned.
“Unngh, fuck yeah, here it comes, slut!”
Emily opened her mouth as wide as it could go as he exploded at last. She felt the cum blast the back of her mouth, trying not to gag as jet after jet hit her tonsils. By God, it was delicious, she thought. She pulled her mouth off and continued to jack him off, directing each blast into her open mouth until she felt like it was overflowing. She was right, it was, streams of cum spilling out of her mouth and onto her pristine work clothes. Fuck them, she thought, I’ll just buy some more! Finally he stopped and she swirled the cum around her mouth with her tongue, more spilling out and ruining her clothes. She never wanted to swallow, just wanting to taste his delicious fluid forever. Eventually, she gulped it down, a big satisfied smile on her lips.
“Mmm, wonderful,” she sighed, rubbing her belly. “I’m sorry, I just had to do that. I know you won’t be able to ... to fuck me now, but maybe we... oh wow!”
“You were saying?” Lamar smirked as his cock remained solid.
“But... how... I thought... huh?” Emily stuttered.
“Proper studs don’t lose shit, girl,” Lamar said, hauling her to her feet. “This cock stays hard until I don’t want it to. Now, get that little ass upstairs. I’m going to split that little pussy in two.”
He slapped Emily on the butt and she giggled, moving back into the hall and up the stairs, Lamar following close behind. The room immediately ahead of her as she ascended was a bedroom and she headed in there. The big king-size bed filled the room and she turned, Lamar right behind her.
“Your turn,” he said and she felt his hands on her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she unbuttoned her blouse and, when she’d finished, he gently helped ease it off. He fumbled slightly at the clasp of her bra, causing her to smile then sigh slightly as the garment was tossed aside. Her instinct was to cover herself, never being entirely comfortable with her small-ish breasts, but when she tried her made a tutting sound and moved round in front of her.
“Don’t do that, girl,” he said. “Let me see you. Mmm, those little titties look tasty to me. Why you want to hide them?”
He leaned forward and Emily groaned as his lips found her left nipple. Involuntarily, she raised a hand and put it on his head, holding him closer. After a while, he moved to the other breast, eliciting similar feelings of pleasure from the young girl.
Finally, he stepped away. “Now, let’s see that pretty young pussy.”
Emily grinned, cheeks flushed, and undid the button on her pants, sliding them down over her hips. Stepping out of them, she bit her lip coquettishly as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.
Ok, here goes, she thought and tugged them down. She was pleased she’d trimmed her bush a few days before and she saw Lamar nodding his head appreciatively.
“That pussy ready for some big black cock, girl?” Emily nodded slowly, breathing heavily. After all these years, she thought, her dreams were going to come true. “Good, get on the bed.”
Nervously Emily moved past Lamar and climbed up on the bed. She was on her knees facing away from him, moving up towards the headboard.
“Wait, hold it there,” he said from behind her. She froze and felt him climb up behind her. His large hands press on her butt, firmly spreading her cheeks apart to ****** her holes.
“Oh yeah, that’s a wet pussy right there,” he murmured. “Bet it is tight as fuck too.”
Emily gasped as two fingers slid easily into her juicy slit. She wondered if they were bigger than some of the dicks the white boys who’d tried to attract her when she was younger were packing. The fingers left her and she knew Lamar was lubing up his cock as best he could. Fuck, she thought, I’ll probably cream all over his cock the second he puts the head in.
Then she felt him press said cock head against her labia. She bit her lip as the pressure built. Oh fuck, this isn’t going to work, she thought, panicking. It’s just too big for me! She squealed as more pressure was applied, her pussy spreading slowly as the cock... pushed... slowly... inside with an audible squelching sound.
“Oh fucking Jesus!” she yelled out. She’d never had anything this big inside her and it was just the head. She’d been right too, she felt the rush of pleasure coming on strong as he inched into her, every centimetre bringing her closer to a mindblowing orgasm.
“Damn, you are tight,” Lamar grunted. “You gonna take every fucking inch though, slut. I know you want it balls deep in that cunt, all you white whores do. Am I right?”
“Yes... yes...” Emily groaned in response, too busy concentrating on taking the cock to talk dirty back to him. Lamar just laughed.
“Yeah, little white girls love the black cock, fucking cunts need to be stretched out after all that tiny white dick,” he growled, forcing more of his weapon into her. Half of it was in now and Lamar started to stroke that in and out of Emily. It was too much for the girl and the orgasm that had been on the brink of exploding inside her finally erupted, causing her whole body to tremble and shake.
“Oh fuck yes!” She screamed. “So big... fuck... fucking cumming!”
“Bitch, you only got half that cock in you and you’re already cumming,” Lamar laughed again.
Shit, only half? Emily thought. I can barely take this... but oh fuck, I want it all. It feels so good, so fucking good...
“Fuck!” She yelped as another two inches slid into her. She turned to face Lamar, an expression of pure lust on her face. “I want it all. Give it to me, fuck my little white pussy full of your massive black cock!”
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Lamar said, slapping her ass at the same time, causing to squeal again. He thrust forward and nearly the whole thing was inside Emily now. “Just... a little... more!”
One final push and she felt the head nuzzle her cervix. Her eyes were wide with shock as she felt his balls pressing against her skin. He was completely inside her, all 12 inches of thick meat stretching her unbelievably, filling every millimetre of her cunt. She was speechless, unable to believe she was taking so much inside her or how stretched her pussy was. If you’d asked her the day before, she’d say there was no physical way her vagina could be opened up so much... and yet here she was, absolutely full of black cock, her pussy clamping down hard on the invader inside it.
He began to move, sliding out slowly then back in all the way to the hilt. She moaned as she felt incredible feelings of pleasure grow inside her again as his pace picked up. Each thrust was easier and easier, her body amazing her again with how it coped with the intrusion. She began to smile blissfully, loving how this made her feel, like nothing she’d ever imagined. It was so wonderful and she knew, before she went home that night, she’d have many, many orgasms. She could feel her second already building up inside her and she began to thrust her hips back to meet Lamar’s.
“Like that shit, girl?” Lamar said, increasing his pace again.
“Oh fuck yes!” Emily gasped, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers music to her ears.
“You want to get really fucked now?”
“Oh yes, please, fuck me!” she growled. She screamed with joy as she started to pound her much harder, long, vicious strokes taking almost his entire length out of her before slamming all the way back in. She screamed every time he slammed himself to the balls into her, the sound of their flesh meeting reverberating off the walls, so deliciously sinful.
Emily felt the orgasm explode inside her and lost her mind temporarily. She’d never imagined pleasure like this was possible, her whole body bucking and thrashing like a mad thing as he relentlessly fucked her sweet cunt.
“Oh yeah, I can feel that pussy clamping down like crazy!” Lamar laughed. “You love that shit, huh?”
Emily was too far gone to respond, just constant shrieks and groans of absolute, animalistic joy. When Lamar suddenly pulled out she felt like her pussy was an aircraft hangar, huge and gaping and desperately needing to be filled up again.
“Let’s get you on your back,” he said, casually flipping her over so he could look down on her. Emily grinned through her hazy vision at the sight of that wonderful cock still rock hard, covered in her juices. She summoned the strength to sit up to his surprise and she greedily started to lap at his cock.
“You ever going to fuck a white dude again?” Lamar said, holding the back of her head and forcing his cock into her gleeful throat. She shook her head vigorously. “Who you gonna fuck instead?”
She removed her head, trails of saliva and vaginal secretions between her mouth and his cock head. “Black men. I’ll never fuck anyone else, I promise.”
“Damn straight,” he grinned, pushing her back onto the bed. She wailed with joy as his cock sunk to the balls inside her in one easy motion. Wrapping her legs around his back, they kissed passionately as he began to pound her again.
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Corina was halfway home when she decided to put the Black Phallus CD on in the car. She had a quick glance at the track listing. All as suggestive and lewd as she’d expected. Still, she’d promised to give it a go. The first track came on, slow and moody beats fading in. She glanced back at the case and saw it was called “No Use Fighting It.” Hmm, sounds fairly inoffensive compared to ones like “Black Cock Sluts” or “14 Inch Monsters”.
The beats continued under a sample of a woman panting heavily, moaning in pleasure. The woman began to speak.
“Oh yes, oh fuck me,” the girl repeated over and over. “Give me that black cock! Why did I fight it for so long? Black cock is fucking incredible! Oh yes, fuck my white pussy, fill my womb up with cum! Oh, I’m gonna cum all over this massive cock... fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Thick, deep black voices cut in now, though the sample of the woman screaming in pleasure continued in the background.
“Yeeeeah, that’s right, girl, there’s no use fightin’ it, give in and let the niggas fuck your holes.”
“This record is for all the snow bunnies, the black sistahs, the honeys out there who give up their cunts to the brothas!” a new voice chimed in.
A third voice said: “And for all you girls out there thinking about the black man, we’ve got just four words for y’all...”
“No Use Fightin’ It!” the three male voices yelled together.
“You got the hubby at home, the easy-goin’ life, but you keep lookin’ at dat phone, you’re just bored white wife. You keep lookin’ at the brothas, thinkin’ ‘bout their junk, ain’t no sissy white boi packing enough in their trunk. You’re happily married, but that don’t mean shit, when a big black cock is in front of your eyes and you just gotta suck that dick.”
The second rapper came in. “You got an itch to scratch, between yo’ legs but hubby can’t match, up to the niggas with their massive black cocks. It’s nature, baby, you know it’s gonna happen, you gon’ be in bed with some homies, flat on your back, taking dick after dick giving hubby a heart attack, stroke, call it what you will, better remember to keep taking the pill or nine months later, spread them legs fuckin’ wide, out come a black baby, hubby’s suicide. Fuck him anyway, as long as you get yours, big black cocks for all you white fucking whores!”
Corina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She felt strange, almost trembling. She whimpered as she realised how wet she was, how much of an effect these words were having on her. She had to fight the urge to touch herself.
“You can’t fight it!” the men were yelling in unison. “Give in to your lust, find some brothas and fuck them, you know you really must, take cock after cock in your pretty little cunt, give up on your hubby, he’s a fucking sissy runt! He can’t keep it up, he cums way too fast, kick him to the kerb, love ain’t gonna last when you’re down on your knees in front of all da homeys, stiff cocks all around, you really think you can resist that shit, girl?
“NO USE FIGHTIN’ IT!”
Corina bit her lip so hard it bled, her hands trembling on the wheel. The car was veering slightly in her lane. A tear of frustration rolled down her cheek.
“Admit it! Admit it! You know it’s what you want, massive black cocks stuffed up in that little white cunt, stretching you, filling you up more than ever, it ain’t right to fight it, bitch, it ain’t fuckin’ clever. Black men are the answer to your pathetic sex life, you know you ain’t gonna resist, it ain’t worth the strife of being married to a loser with a tiny little dick, so come on, get with da brothers, you gon’ cum real quick.”
“NO USE FIGHTIN’ IT!”
“Oh God...” Corina moaned as she couldn’t stop herself. One hand reached down off the wheel and into her underwear. As soon as she touched her clit, the orgasm hit her. She lost control of her body as the pleasure overwhelmed her and, suddenly, she realised she was swerving off the road, pleasure and panic mixing together in her confused body.
“Oh yes,” she growled as Emily furiously lapped at her clit. “Oh fuck, I’m... going... shit, I’m cumming!”
Her body bucked and writhed as Emily brought her to orgasm. Finally, Emily withdrew her face, smiling up at her colleague, lipstick smeared everywhere. She looked so delightfully slutty, Corina thought.
“You... wow... you might need to redo your make-up, Emily,” Corina said in between deep breaths. Emily grinned, standing up. Corina watched as she pulled down her skirt and stepped out of it. Wow, she’s not wearing any knickers, Corina realised as Emily’s immaculately shaved pussy was revealed.
“You might need to as well,” Emily said. Corina hesitated, but couldn’t resist. It looked so good, so inviting, she couldn’t help but lean forward and give her pretty cunt a kiss. A kiss turned into a lick and soon Corina was devouring the girl’s pussy like she was eating her last meal.
“Ah shit,” Emily exclaimed, holding her colleague’s head against her. “Fuck, that’s good!”
Her knees trembled as her own orgasm exploded within her. She squealed, biting her hand to stop the loud noises she wanted to make alerting anyone outside. She just wanted to scream and scream, but she knew she mustn’t. As the sensations died down, Corina stood too and the two women kissed passionately, loving the taste of their pussies smeared all over each others’ faces.
“Oh dear,” Corina laughed as the two finally parted. “We should probably get cleaned up before someone notices we’re both missing.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Emily giggled, pulling up her skirt and heading to one of the mirrors. “Wow, I’m a mess.”
Corina smiled as she tidied herself up too. They slinked back to their desks and covertly reapplied any extra makeup before returning to work. Corina felt... good. There was no guilt this time, not like earlier this morning. She was okay with it now, she felt. Technically it was a breach of her vows, but... well, it didn’t count with a girl. Colin would probably be turned on by it... so yeah, she was cool with it.
“Lunch?” Emily said.
“Yes, I think so,” Corina beamed. “Come on, my treat this time.”
The sun was shining as they left the building and Emily couldn’t have been happier. As they walked to the cafe, she had to restrain herself, wanting to hold Corina’s hand as they ambled along together. She’s so great, Emily thought. God, I’d love to see her with a big black cock inside her. That would just be so awesome.
As they sat in the same corner as the day before, Emily was lost for words for once. How exactly did you open a conversation after the sort of encounter they’d just had?
“So...” they both said at the same time. A momentary pause then they both burst into laughter.
“Okay, okay, you first,” Emily said, wiping a tear from her eye.
“Sure... um, today... how did you know I would be there? And... why did you come in?” Corina said.
“I saw you reading the Black Phallus site again and... you looked really, really turned on. Then you went off to the loo and.. I guessed you weren’t there for the usual reason.”
Corina didn’t respond, merely sipped her tea.
“When I came in, I heard you... you know, in there. I just listened as you got more excited, talking about black guys... and then you mentioned a name, Vanessa. That made me think, wow, you’re bisexual like me! And I just... couldn’t not come in. Corina, you’re so fucking gorgeous, I’ve fancied you for so long... and ... please say this isn’t the only time. I just want to be with you like that again and again. Please don’t say it was a one-off.”
Corina looked at the eager young girl over the table. So many conflicting thoughts ran through her mind right then. She felt no guilt about their liaison, but didn’t know if she wanted a serious thing. It was fun, but with Vanessa as well probably wanting... oh, holy shit, she thought. Of course. There was no need to split her time between the two women... Corina could fuck them both at the same time!
“Emily, I’d love to be with you again,” she said, smiling warmly. “There’s just one thing... I kind of... have another girlfriend at the moment, so...”
Emily looked confused for a second then realisation dawned. “You... you mean...?”
“Yes,” Corina said. “If you want... perhaps the three of us could... you know...”
“Fuck!” Emily said, laughing. Corina looked around, but luckily nobody had heard her friend’s exclamation. “Oh yes, yes, that’s... I didn’t think this day could any better, but yes! Oh... I have a question now.”
“Shoot,” Corina said, leaning back.
“You want to fuck a black guy, don’t you?”
If Corina had been sipping her tea at that point, it would have gone everywhere. “What?”
“Well, you can’t really deny it,” Emily winked. “I heard you talk about wanting to get fucked by a big black cock, so...”
Corina blushed. Of course she had heard. “It’s just fantasy, I... couldn’t cheat on my husband with a man. With a girl... yes, because it doesn’t really count. He’d probably quite like it... but with another man? No, never.”
It sounded convincing, so why did she not truly believe it herself. It was clear Emily wasn’t buying it either.
“I see,” Emily mused. “Just, you know, I kind of really want to get fucked by one too...”
Again, Corina’s metaphorical mouthful of tea spurted across the room. “But... you’re so... young and...”
“Yeah, that’s why,” Emily said. The cat was out of the bag now, so why not push on full force, she thought. “I just can’t get enough. Black men are so handsome, so manly and their cocks are just... oh wow, I just want to get one in my hands so I can milk it, feel him spurt and...”
“Okay, okay,” Corina said, getting flushed. Emily’s words were causing her pussy to get wet, but she couldn’t let her friend know that. It would betray everything she had said before.
“And really,” Emily continued, “I think you’d look so fucking sexy with a huge cock inside you, Corina.”
“Oh my... you think so? No, I couldn’t, it’s wrong to be with a man outside of your marriage. I made promises, I intend to keep them. Til death do us part and all that.”
Emily raised an eyebrow. “Okay, if you say so.”
“Anyway, we should probably... oh fuck...” Corina said, turning her eyes to the door. Vanessa chose that second to walk in. Following her was a huge black man clad in an expensive suit. By God, he was handsome, Corina thought. She could see out of the corner of her eye that Emily had noticed him too. She really does have a thing for them, Corina thought, as she saw the transfixed expression on Emily’s face.
“Corina!” Vanessa said. “Hey, can me and Lamar join you? Thanks!”
Vanessa didn’t wait for Corina to answer, pulling up two seats and plonking herself down on one. Lamar sat too, right next to Corina. Too close, perhaps... like it was a deliberate act. Corina squirmed, trying not to let her discomfort show, but a sideways glance at Lamar showed her he knew precisely what he was doing. I bet Vanessa put him up to this, Corina thought, glaring at her friend.
“Hey,” Vanessa said to Emily, holding out her hand in greeting. “My name’s Vanessa.”
Emily glanced at Corina knowingly. “Ah, I’ve heard about you, yes. I’m Emily, I’m doing some work experience at Corina’s company.”
“Cool,” Vanessa said. “Let me just get some brews, back in a sec.”
She stood and headed to the counter, leaving Lamar with the two incredibly nervous and uncomfortable ladies. They didn’t know where to look. Lamar was quite happy to sit in silence, knowing precisely why these two women were so nervous. Lamar had been thoroughly briefed on Corina, but it was clear to him that this other girl was the same. He smiled at the younger one, who blushed and started sipping her own drink to avoid his gaze. She must only just be 18 or something, he thought. Wait until Mr Tandino hears about her.
“Here we go,” Vanessa said, sitting down with two lattes. “Scootch over, Lamar, give a girl some space.”
Corina was going to punch her friend as she forced Lamar even closer to her. She ground her teeth as she felt his leg press up against hers... and he didn’t move away. He was so close, his presence overwhelming as she tried to keep her cool.
Vanessa paused for a second then ‘accidentally’ spilled her coffee on the table, making sure some of it splashed on Emily’s clothes.
“Oh no!” Vanessa exclaimed loudly. “I’m so sorry! Here, come with me, I’ll get you cleaned up.” Emily yelped as Vanessa grabbed her hand and dragged her to the restroom, muttering about needing to get some tissues. Corina was left alone with Lamar. He wasted no time getting down to business.
“Vanessa told me you’re having problems with hubby,” he said. His voice was deep, booming, very masculine. Corina blushed, shaking her head furiously.
“No, not at all, I don’t know why she said that,” Corina said quickly.
“Then why’d you end up in her bed last night?”
Corina’s eyes went wide. She told him? Who else did she tell? How could she do this?
“Don’t worry, babe, secret is safe with me,” he said, moving closer still. His shoulder was against her’s now. He feels so strong, she thought, trying not to let it arouse her. “She told me you loved the black dildo she has... but, you know, it’s nothing like being with a real black man. You look like you could do with being with a real man. Hubby just ain’t gonna cut it anymore, right?”
Corina said nothing, mortified. She should have defended Colin, but ... how could she? Fuck it, the man was right!
“Uh-huh, I thought so,” Lamar continued. He reached out and took Corina’s hand in his. She whimpered as it closed over it. It was so big. “I bet you’ve never been with a real man, a man who could satisfy you. White girls crazy for black dick, you know. Most just don’t know it... they believe that shit about it only being a myth. It’s real, baby. Here, feel the truth.”
He took her hand and, without resistance, moved it down under the table to his crotch. Her eyes bulged as he pressed her hand against something big, enormous even, in his pants.
“Holy fuck,” Corina whispered. “Why are you doing this to me? I’m married. I can’t...”
“Hey, go ahead, take your hand away, baby. Not forcing you to keep it there... or to squeeze me like you are doing,” Lamar laughed. She felt his cock twitch and grow even bigger.
“Ah, no!” Corina yelped, standing suddenly. “I... need to go back to work. Yes, work. Emily! There you are, please, let’s go. Now.”
Emily walked out of the bathroom, looking flushed herself. She had an odd grin on her face as she looked at Corina. What had Vanessa done to her? That woman... shit, she was incorrigible. Corina took her hand and guided her to the door. Just as she was about to leave, she bit her lip and gave Lamar one last look. Vanessa was sitting next to him now... fuck, she had her hand down his pants! Corina gulped and pushed the door open. She had to get out of there.
“Emily, did Vanessa say anything to you?” Corina said as they walked back to the office.
The girl looked half-dazed, but shook her head. “No, it’s... fine, she didn’t do anything. She did say how amazing you were... and I told her about us. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Yes, I do fucking mind!” Corina wanted to shout in her face, but she didn’t. Things had escalated so much today that, sure, why not? She sighed.
“That’s fine,” she did say, finally. “Not much point hiding that from someone who... has also been with me. Just... don’t tell anyone else, okay?”
Emily nodded again. She had no intention of telling anyone else, because she had lots of other things on her mind.
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Vanessa took her hand out of Lamar’s pants once Corina had disappeared. Lamar chuckled, pushing his stone cold drink away.
“She’s gonna break soon,” he said. “She wants it, real bad. She had her hand on my dick for about a minute.”
Vanessa grinned. “Excellent... and that other girl, Emily... Michael will be delighted to hear this. I had a feeling she was really into you, so I engineered that shit with the spill... and yeah, she is.”
“What did you do?”
“She asked me about Corina and I said straight out I’d fucked her with a black dildo. She was all speechless and then she actually said she wanted me to fuck HER with one. That I hadn’t expected, but hey, I said of course I would. She then said, get this, that she had had sex with Corina just a few hours ago at their work!”
“Wow, that slut gets about,” Lamar said.
“We might be creating a monster,” Vanessa laughed. “Anyway, I pressed on and said that you were single and looking for a girlfriend. She almost fainted. That girl is hot for you, Lamar... but don’t get too attached, I’ve got the feeling she’s hot for just about any black guy. I think you just have to tell her to bend over and she’d spread herself for you like that.”
Vanessa clicked her fingers and Lamar nodded.
“I’ve met a few girls like that... one called Vanessa, I think her name was.”
“Damn straight,” Vanessa said, stroking his cock through the fabric of his trousers. “And I’ll spread ‘em for you again once we get back to the office. Come on, let’s go!”
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Corina felt like crying. She’d touched that man’s cock. Not directly, but effectively. Hell, she’d even squeezed it! All those vows she’d made, meaningless if she would do such a thing. She tried to tell herself it was okay, she’d only touched it... held it a bit. It didn’t go any further, she’d fled the scene. But... but... oh, it had felt so good. So big! Like... impossibly big. She had to wonder... what would it feel like inside her? Stretching her, probing bits of her that had never felt the touch of a big, thick cock.
She pinched herself. Stop that! Stop thinking about other men! Focus on your work, get your head down. She would if her pussy would stop getting wet at the merest thought of that growing prick in her hand. And look at Emily, chirpy and happy as if nothing happened. If only she knew...
Emily was on cloud nine. Vanessa had told her Lamar was single and looking, insinuating that she should make a move. She’d never been the one to do that before, always having to fend off the attentions of white guys who held no interest for her. Now she had someone worth chasing and she had to focus hard on her work to stop herself from ringing the number Vanessa had given her.
Work finally finished and Corina sped out the door. Emily watched her go, confused, but she knew she’d not been home for a while, probably wanted to make things up to her husband. She, on the other, had a date to arrange. She picked up her mobile and entered the number. It rang... the butterflies in her stomach were going crazy... it rang... she was trembling...
“Hello?” Lamar’s deep voice answered.
“Hi!” Emily squeaked. Oh dear, I sound like a little girl, she thought. “Um, hello, Lamar? This is Emily, from the cafe earlier. Corina’s friend. Vanessa... er, gave me your number. I hope you don’t mind me calling...”
“No bother, what can I do for you?”
“Okay, well... um, sorry, I’m not good at this... I... do you... perhaps, er, want to, like, go... out some time? With me. Somewhere. On a... um, date?”
“Sure, why not?”
He said yes! He said yes! Emily’s heart felt like it would explode in her chest.
“Look, I’m kinda busy, but how about I meet you outside your office in, say, an hour? Vanessa already told me where you work.”
An hour? Fuck, I’m not in the right clothes... what about my make-up? No, I can’t blow this!
“Okay, sure, an hour. I’ll be here. See you.”
“I’ll show you a good time, I promise,” he said.
Lamar hung up and Emily sat in stunned shock. There was nobody else in the office now, so she stood up and just yelled out in celebration, jumping up and down like a crazy woman. When she calmed down, she ran to the toilets with her handbag, working on her make-up as best she could with the resources at her disposal. He seemed to like her businesslike, so she just touched up what was on her already.
She was waiting outside already as Lamar pulled up in a fancy car.
“Ooh, nice,” she thought as the passenger-side window rolled down.
“Get in,” Lamar said, which she did. “How you doing, girl?”
“Great,” Emily said. “Just... thanks for agreeing to come out with me. I know you must get lots of offers and I’m just a silly girl...”
“Don’t say that,” Lamar smiled as he pulled away. “You’re very beautiful. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Emily blushed. “Thanks. So, um, what do you want to do?”
“Let me surprise you,” Lamar grinned.
Emily nodded, liking the idea. “Okay, great.”
They drove around for a while, Emily soon getting lost. They seemed to be going out into the suburbs. Did Lamar want to find a restaurant out here or a bar perhaps? Eventually he pulled into the driveway of a detached house. Emily started to feel a little scared. Was he abducting her or something?
“Um... I thought we were going out somewhere...” She said, nervously.
“I said I’d show you a good time, right? Come on in, don’t be shy,” he said, getting out of the car and opening her door. Stepping out, she took in her surroundings. It was a lovely house, she had to admit. Immaculate garden, set back from the road, lots of privacy. Lamar was opening the front door, beckoning her to follow. She wondered if she should, but he seemed a decent guy. She wouldn’t come to harm, surely? Maybe that was naive, but... well, she felt like taking a risk.
Stepping into the house, she was ushered down past a flight of stairs into a sophisticated living room. Pictures of calm country scenes covered the walls, a long black leather sofa against one wall and gigantic TV mounted on the opposite side of the room. Lamar had a remote and turned on some soft, romantic music. Emily stood in the middle of the room, not sure what to do.
“Let me take your jacket there,” Lamar said, taking it off her and going out of the room to the hall. “Sit down, make yourself comfortable.”
She perched herself on the edge of the sofa, hands on her knees. Lamar still hadn’t returned. Where has he got to? She wondered what he was doing and then.... Oh fuck!
Lamar stepped back into the room, completely naked. His body was like a statue, an onyx god perfectly formed. Emily’s eyes were drawn to his groin, from which sprouted the biggest cock she’d ever seen. His balls hung pendulously below as it stood proud, erect.
“Vanessa tells me you want to get a taste of some dark meat,” he rumbled. “Now’s your chance.”
Emily couldn’t speak. She was outraged, but also excited beyond measure. How dare he bring her to this house and spring this on her... but how could she refuse the offering that even now was moving closer and closer to her? She tried to speak, but found she was unable to.
“Go on, touch it,” Lamar said. Emily was rooted to the spot. She should flee, run out the door and scream for help... but she couldn’t. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from that throbbing cock, hard and pointing right at her. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter, her lust overcoming her fear. This was what she’d fantasised about for so long. How could she run?
He was so close now, his foot-long cock almost touching her belly. She whimpered as her personal space was invaded, but she still didn’t move. It was what she wanted, she kept repeating to herself as she slowly, slowly moved her hand up. He remained motionless as her hand gently grasped the shaft and she squeaked.
“Oh, it’s so hard and warm,” she almost whispered in awe. Gingerly, she moved her hand up and down the shaft, caressing it. It was truly amazing how big it was, she thought. She had dildos at home that didn’t even come close to this monster and she’d thought they were almost too big for her. This would rip her apart, she was certain... yet all she could think of now was it stretching her out, pushing her boundaries more than she would at home. She shivered with excitement.
“Kiss the tip,” Lamar said. Emily didn’t move, still scared despite her lust.
“Kiss it,” he said again, more insistently. “Look at that pre-cum oozing out, don’t you want to taste it?”
She did, he was correct. She’d never tasted cum before, always hearing from girlfriends about how horrible it was... but something about it fascinated her. She angled the cock up and bent down slowly, closing her eyes as her lips found the huge, bulbous head. Her tongue flicked out, lapping up the copious pre-cum drooling from it and she groaned. Oh fuck, it was so delicious, she thought, her mind racing. Those bitches, saying how it was disgusting... how wrong they were. Lust overcame her and she stretched her mouth, struggling to get the head inside.
“That’s it, take your time,” Lamar said, reaching down to stroke the side of Emily’s head. “Enjoy it.”
Emily’s mouth was too full to reply, but she was relaxing. She sucked with increasing gusto, occasionally taking the head out and starting to lick up and down the long shaft.
“Don’t forget the balls.” Emily grinned and lavished them with her tongue, something she thought she’d never do. She could feel her pussy aching now, desperate to be filled, but she also wanted to taste his real cum, to feel it flooding her mouth and spilling down her throat. She returned to the cock head and began to use both hands to stroke the shaft faster, lubed as it now was by her saliva.
“Damn, girl! Lamar laughed as she worked his cock.
“Come on,” she said, taking the head out of her mouth for a second. “I want that fucking cum!”
Furiously she sucked and stroked, desperate to feel that hot sperm exploding into her mouth. She felt him tense finally, a thrill of anticipation running through her as he groaned.
“Unngh, fuck yeah, here it comes, slut!”
Emily opened her mouth as wide as it could go as he exploded at last. She felt the cum blast the back of her mouth, trying not to gag as jet after jet hit her tonsils. By God, it was delicious, she thought. She pulled her mouth off and continued to jack him off, directing each blast into her open mouth until she felt like it was overflowing. She was right, it was, streams of cum spilling out of her mouth and onto her pristine work clothes. Fuck them, she thought, I’ll just buy some more! Finally he stopped and she swirled the cum around her mouth with her tongue, more spilling out and ruining her clothes. She never wanted to swallow, just wanting to taste his delicious fluid forever. Eventually, she gulped it down, a big satisfied smile on her lips.
“Mmm, wonderful,” she sighed, rubbing her belly. “I’m sorry, I just had to do that. I know you won’t be able to ... to fuck me now, but maybe we... oh wow!”
“You were saying?” Lamar smirked as his cock remained solid.
“But... how... I thought... huh?” Emily stuttered.
“Proper studs don’t lose shit, girl,” Lamar said, hauling her to her feet. “This cock stays hard until I don’t want it to. Now, get that little ass upstairs. I’m going to split that little pussy in two.”
He slapped Emily on the butt and she giggled, moving back into the hall and up the stairs, Lamar following close behind. The room immediately ahead of her as she ascended was a bedroom and she headed in there. The big king-size bed filled the room and she turned, Lamar right behind her.
“Your turn,” he said and she felt his hands on her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, she unbuttoned her blouse and, when she’d finished, he gently helped ease it off. He fumbled slightly at the clasp of her bra, causing her to smile then sigh slightly as the garment was tossed aside. Her instinct was to cover herself, never being entirely comfortable with her small-ish breasts, but when she tried her made a tutting sound and moved round in front of her.
“Don’t do that, girl,” he said. “Let me see you. Mmm, those little titties look tasty to me. Why you want to hide them?”
He leaned forward and Emily groaned as his lips found her left nipple. Involuntarily, she raised a hand and put it on his head, holding him closer. After a while, he moved to the other breast, eliciting similar feelings of pleasure from the young girl.
Finally, he stepped away. “Now, let’s see that pretty young pussy.”
Emily grinned, cheeks flushed, and undid the button on her pants, sliding them down over her hips. Stepping out of them, she bit her lip coquettishly as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers.
Ok, here goes, she thought and tugged them down. She was pleased she’d trimmed her bush a few days before and she saw Lamar nodding his head appreciatively.
“That pussy ready for some big black cock, girl?” Emily nodded slowly, breathing heavily. After all these years, she thought, her dreams were going to come true. “Good, get on the bed.”
Nervously Emily moved past Lamar and climbed up on the bed. She was on her knees facing away from him, moving up towards the headboard.
“Wait, hold it there,” he said from behind her. She froze and felt him climb up behind her. His large hands press on her butt, firmly spreading her cheeks apart to ****** her holes.
“Oh yeah, that’s a wet pussy right there,” he murmured. “Bet it is tight as fuck too.”
Emily gasped as two fingers slid easily into her juicy slit. She wondered if they were bigger than some of the dicks the white boys who’d tried to attract her when she was younger were packing. The fingers left her and she knew Lamar was lubing up his cock as best he could. Fuck, she thought, I’ll probably cream all over his cock the second he puts the head in.
Then she felt him press said cock head against her labia. She bit her lip as the pressure built. Oh fuck, this isn’t going to work, she thought, panicking. It’s just too big for me! She squealed as more pressure was applied, her pussy spreading slowly as the cock... pushed... slowly... inside with an audible squelching sound.
“Oh fucking Jesus!” she yelled out. She’d never had anything this big inside her and it was just the head. She’d been right too, she felt the rush of pleasure coming on strong as he inched into her, every centimetre bringing her closer to a mindblowing orgasm.
“Damn, you are tight,” Lamar grunted. “You gonna take every fucking inch though, slut. I know you want it balls deep in that cunt, all you white whores do. Am I right?”
“Yes... yes...” Emily groaned in response, too busy concentrating on taking the cock to talk dirty back to him. Lamar just laughed.
“Yeah, little white girls love the black cock, fucking cunts need to be stretched out after all that tiny white dick,” he growled, forcing more of his weapon into her. Half of it was in now and Lamar started to stroke that in and out of Emily. It was too much for the girl and the orgasm that had been on the brink of exploding inside her finally erupted, causing her whole body to tremble and shake.
“Oh fuck yes!” She screamed. “So big... fuck... fucking cumming!”
“Bitch, you only got half that cock in you and you’re already cumming,” Lamar laughed again.
Shit, only half? Emily thought. I can barely take this... but oh fuck, I want it all. It feels so good, so fucking good...
“Fuck!” She yelped as another two inches slid into her. She turned to face Lamar, an expression of pure lust on her face. “I want it all. Give it to me, fuck my little white pussy full of your massive black cock!”
“Oh yeah, that’s it,” Lamar said, slapping her ass at the same time, causing to squeal again. He thrust forward and nearly the whole thing was inside Emily now. “Just... a little... more!”
One final push and she felt the head nuzzle her cervix. Her eyes were wide with shock as she felt his balls pressing against her skin. He was completely inside her, all 12 inches of thick meat stretching her unbelievably, filling every millimetre of her cunt. She was speechless, unable to believe she was taking so much inside her or how stretched her pussy was. If you’d asked her the day before, she’d say there was no physical way her vagina could be opened up so much... and yet here she was, absolutely full of black cock, her pussy clamping down hard on the invader inside it.
He began to move, sliding out slowly then back in all the way to the hilt. She moaned as she felt incredible feelings of pleasure grow inside her again as his pace picked up. Each thrust was easier and easier, her body amazing her again with how it coped with the intrusion. She began to smile blissfully, loving how this made her feel, like nothing she’d ever imagined. It was so wonderful and she knew, before she went home that night, she’d have many, many orgasms. She could feel her second already building up inside her and she began to thrust her hips back to meet Lamar’s.
“Like that shit, girl?” Lamar said, increasing his pace again.
“Oh fuck yes!” Emily gasped, the sound of his flesh slapping against hers music to her ears.
“You want to get really fucked now?”
“Oh yes, please, fuck me!” she growled. She screamed with joy as she started to pound her much harder, long, vicious strokes taking almost his entire length out of her before slamming all the way back in. She screamed every time he slammed himself to the balls into her, the sound of their flesh meeting reverberating off the walls, so deliciously sinful.
Emily felt the orgasm explode inside her and lost her mind temporarily. She’d never imagined pleasure like this was possible, her whole body bucking and thrashing like a mad thing as he relentlessly fucked her sweet cunt.
“Oh yeah, I can feel that pussy clamping down like crazy!” Lamar laughed. “You love that shit, huh?”
Emily was too far gone to respond, just constant shrieks and groans of absolute, animalistic joy. When Lamar suddenly pulled out she felt like her pussy was an aircraft hangar, huge and gaping and desperately needing to be filled up again.
“Let’s get you on your back,” he said, casually flipping her over so he could look down on her. Emily grinned through her hazy vision at the sight of that wonderful cock still rock hard, covered in her juices. She summoned the strength to sit up to his surprise and she greedily started to lap at his cock.
“You ever going to fuck a white dude again?” Lamar said, holding the back of her head and forcing his cock into her gleeful throat. She shook her head vigorously. “Who you gonna fuck instead?”
She removed her head, trails of saliva and vaginal secretions between her mouth and his cock head. “Black men. I’ll never fuck anyone else, I promise.”
“Damn straight,” he grinned, pushing her back onto the bed. She wailed with joy as his cock sunk to the balls inside her in one easy motion. Wrapping her legs around his back, they kissed passionately as he began to pound her again.
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Corina was halfway home when she decided to put the Black Phallus CD on in the car. She had a quick glance at the track listing. All as suggestive and lewd as she’d expected. Still, she’d promised to give it a go. The first track came on, slow and moody beats fading in. She glanced back at the case and saw it was called “No Use Fighting It.” Hmm, sounds fairly inoffensive compared to ones like “Black Cock Sluts” or “14 Inch Monsters”.
The beats continued under a sample of a woman panting heavily, moaning in pleasure. The woman began to speak.
“Oh yes, oh fuck me,” the girl repeated over and over. “Give me that black cock! Why did I fight it for so long? Black cock is fucking incredible! Oh yes, fuck my white pussy, fill my womb up with cum! Oh, I’m gonna cum all over this massive cock... fuuuuuuuuuuuuck!”
Thick, deep black voices cut in now, though the sample of the woman screaming in pleasure continued in the background.
“Yeeeeah, that’s right, girl, there’s no use fightin’ it, give in and let the niggas fuck your holes.”
“This record is for all the snow bunnies, the black sistahs, the honeys out there who give up their cunts to the brothas!” a new voice chimed in.
A third voice said: “And for all you girls out there thinking about the black man, we’ve got just four words for y’all...”
“No Use Fightin’ It!” the three male voices yelled together.
“You got the hubby at home, the easy-goin’ life, but you keep lookin’ at dat phone, you’re just bored white wife. You keep lookin’ at the brothas, thinkin’ ‘bout their junk, ain’t no sissy white boi packing enough in their trunk. You’re happily married, but that don’t mean shit, when a big black cock is in front of your eyes and you just gotta suck that dick.”
The second rapper came in. “You got an itch to scratch, between yo’ legs but hubby can’t match, up to the niggas with their massive black cocks. It’s nature, baby, you know it’s gonna happen, you gon’ be in bed with some homies, flat on your back, taking dick after dick giving hubby a heart attack, stroke, call it what you will, better remember to keep taking the pill or nine months later, spread them legs fuckin’ wide, out come a black baby, hubby’s suicide. Fuck him anyway, as long as you get yours, big black cocks for all you white fucking whores!”
Corina couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She felt strange, almost trembling. She whimpered as she realised how wet she was, how much of an effect these words were having on her. She had to fight the urge to touch herself.
“You can’t fight it!” the men were yelling in unison. “Give in to your lust, find some brothas and fuck them, you know you really must, take cock after cock in your pretty little cunt, give up on your hubby, he’s a fucking sissy runt! He can’t keep it up, he cums way too fast, kick him to the kerb, love ain’t gonna last when you’re down on your knees in front of all da homeys, stiff cocks all around, you really think you can resist that shit, girl?
“NO USE FIGHTIN’ IT!”
Corina bit her lip so hard it bled, her hands trembling on the wheel. The car was veering slightly in her lane. A tear of frustration rolled down her cheek.
“Admit it! Admit it! You know it’s what you want, massive black cocks stuffed up in that little white cunt, stretching you, filling you up more than ever, it ain’t right to fight it, bitch, it ain’t fuckin’ clever. Black men are the answer to your pathetic sex life, you know you ain’t gonna resist, it ain’t worth the strife of being married to a loser with a tiny little dick, so come on, get with da brothers, you gon’ cum real quick.”
“NO USE FIGHTIN’ IT!”
“Oh God...” Corina moaned as she couldn’t stop herself. One hand reached down off the wheel and into her underwear. As soon as she touched her clit, the orgasm hit her. She lost control of her body as the pleasure overwhelmed her and, suddenly, she realised she was swerving off the road, pleasure and panic mixing together in her confused body.
