Corina lay awake, this time with her husband next to her. Having swallowed her pride and decided to be with him again, she began to regret it as her mind continued to stray, constantly mulling over the things she’d read and heard that day. It was infuriating, no option but to just hope she drifted off. Easier said than done when images of her friend, Vanessa, spread open and ready to take an anonymous, faceless black lover, kept running through her mind. Was this fantasy? Did she yearn for that sort of freedom to express herself sexually? To be in Vanessa’s position where easy sex was possible and morality, loyalty and ethics were secondary to pleasure?
She bit her lip, cursing silently as once again she went over Black Phallus’ manifesto. She rejected it over and over and yet... she couldn’t do so entirely, not conclusively. How did she know until she’d been in that situation herself? Could she hold a throbbing black cock in her hand and push it away? She was married, she’d made commitments. No way she’d break her vows. She repeated this same refrain over and over, trying to convince herself of it.
Sleep was fitful, full of vividly sexual dreams. Corina woke up stiff, aching all over and not at all rested, but she was thankful for the sleep she had had. Colin was already awake, as were the girls, so she got up and went into the ensuite bathroom. Sighing, she looked in the full length mirror, rubbing at her face to remove the last vestiges of sleep. She discarded her nightgown and stood for a second, naked, gazing at her reflection.
Even with all the emotional turmoil in her life, she was still proud of her body. A lot of women had issues about themselves, but Corina didn’t. She loved her breasts, not too big or too small, firm and ripe. Her stomach was flat, her thighs and hips shapely. She closed her eyes for a second, taking deep breaths, and when she opened them she saw a big, faceless black man behind her. She smiled wickedly as his big hands snaked round and roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to elicit a gasp.
She could feel something hard and long pressing up against her back. God, it was big, she thought. Throbbing against her skin... she shivered as she imagined all that meat inside her, pounding her married cunt until she screamed. Corina shook her head and the man was gone, a figment of her tortured imagination. She sighed again, beginning her daily ablutions, preparing for another day at work.
As she searched for the right outfit for the day, she chanced across some lingerie she’d not worn for a long time. Picking it up, she ran her fingers over the fine lace, the touch bringing back memories of happier times, when her husband’s touch was something she craved. She bit her lip, wondering if wearing this would be worth trying, spice up their love life. Smiling, she put it aside for later. Yes, maybe that will get rid of these filthy thoughts she’d been having recently.
Happier than she’d been in a while, she jauntily bounded down the stairs, greeting her ****** with enthusiasm. It lasted until she picked up her phone. A message from Vanessa. Corina’s eyebrows shot up when it turned out to be a picture of Vanessa, a selfie taken with two shirtless, highly attractive black men. The text below said: “See why I don’t date white guys?”
Corina quickly slipped the phone into her handbag, not wanting her ****** to see that image. Silently, she cursed. Her good mood evaporated and those lascivious thoughts crowded back into her mind. Damn that bitch, Corina thought. Composing herself, she turned her attention back to her squabbling *********.
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Emily’s pussy ached. She’d spent hours last night masturbating, stuffing herself with her array of dildos, furiously masturbating until she collapsed into a heap on the floor, body twitching as her orgasms shredded her nerve endings. Still she remained unsatisfied. There was one thing she wanted more than anything else, to fuck a black man, but she feared she’d never get the chance. She didn’t even know any as passing acquaintances, let alone potential boyfriends.
There was a slight glimmer of hope, though. One, Michael Tandino. She knew of him, a big shot entrepreneur and philanthropist. He was black and, when Emily had looked him up, gorgeously handsome. He was one of her two possibilities. Get in with him and maybe she could finally get her fix. She thanked God that she was working with Corina, just hoping she didn’t blow it or that he didn’t dismiss her out of hand.
The second glimmer of hope was Corina herself. Emily was firmly bisexual and her colleague aroused strong feelings in the young woman. She was beautiful, but so conservative. Oh, how she’d love to strip away that prudish veneer and get into her pants. She’d never expected to see Corina reading the Black Phallus manifesto. Did it indicate a wilder side Emily didn’t know about? Emily bit her lip, willing it to be so. Maybe she just required a little push. Emily took the CD out of her handbag and gazed lovingly at the cover art, three members of Black Phallus naked with three white girls’ heads conveniently obscuring their penises. Emily giggled as she imagined herself in their positions, taking the long, thick meat into her...
“Hi Emily,” Corina said, plopping herself down gracefully in her chair opposite.
“Oh...” Emily said, flustered. “Hi, yes, hello.”
“You okay?” Corina smiled. “You seem a little ... bothered.”
“Yes, I mean... no, I’m fine, just... here, I thought you might want this,” Emily said, holding out the CD. What the hell, get it over with, she thought.
“What’s this?” Corina said, reaching to take her gift. “I.... oh, my...”
Emily bit her lip again. Please like it, please like it, please...
“I ... er, thanks,” Corina said, her expression one of confusion. “They... that cover certainly is graphic, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is!” Emily said, enthusiastically, trying to bluff her way through the awkwardness. “They like to push boundaries with their videos, art and so on. I just thought, after I saw you reading their site, you might want to listen to them.”
“Well, I can certainly have a listen, yes,” Corina said. My word, they were more handsome than she’d first imagined, despite their thuggish, aggressive demeanour. Such remarkable physiques...
“Yes, thanks, Emily,” Corina said, tucking the disc away in her own handbag. “I’ll listen on the way home tonight.”
Work progressed as normal, Corina discussing the upcoming meeting with Michael Tandino with Rose. A perfectly sensible, regulation day, except for Emily and Corina both, unbeknownst to the other, having to drive thoughts of handsome black studs out of their minds. The routine was broken, for Corina at least, by a buzz from her previously dormant phone. Picking it up, she noticed it was another picture message from Vanessa. For a second, Corina contemplated deleting it instantly, but there was that twinge in the pussy again, that part of her that really wanted to see what her friend had shown her now. So she tapped the screen to open it.
Once again, Corina’s eyes flew open in surprise. Vanessa was obviously on her knees taking another selfie, her expression a wicked grin, except flanking her this time were two black male groins. Both men were wearing what should have been fairly loose boxer shorts, but they were being obscenely stretched by the enormous bulges contained within. Holy shit, Corina thought. Those can’t be real. They’re... enormous! Each one snaked down until they almost poked out of the bottom of the shorts. Corina realised in horror that those constricted penises weren’t even hard. How big must they be when fully erect?
Tossing the phone in her bag again, she put her hand to her forehead. She was flushed, her chest heaving and her pussy was soaking wet again. Why couldn’t she control herself? She tried to focus on her husband, tried to imagine him sexually to banish thoughts of those huge, enticing bulges... but doing that just made it worse. They were incomparable, her own husband utterly inadequate when up against Vanessa’s studs. She clung to the hope that they, despite their enormous size, were poor lovers, uncaring for a woman’s needs. Her husband loved her, he would be tender, loving with her... right? She took a deep breath and pictured her lingerie. She had to hope that would be enough to rekindle the spark... or... oh, she didn’t want to think about the alternative.
“You owe me a lunch date,” Emily laughed from the other side of their desk. “I’m buying though, don’t worry.”
“Yes, sure,” Corina said, weakly. She didn’t want to be with someone else right now, but she also felt that, alone, she might snap. Gingerly, she got up, donned her jacket and stepped out of the office with her young friend. Emily was in an annoyingly chirpy mood, Corina thought as they walked to her favourite cafe, but better that than to be alone with her thoughts right now. Although perhaps the subject matter could be better...
“Oh yeah, I love Black Phallus,” Emily said, jovially. “I’ve got all their albums now, even though it can be difficult to get them. I heard there was this big scandal on US TV a while ago, but I’ve not been able to see footage of that. Apparently it was a really big deal, got a TV network taken off the air for ... I dunno, not playing ball with corporate America or something.”
“Uh-huh,” Corina nodded, pushing open the door to the cafe. The girls busied themselves getting their lunches and drinks before settling down at a corner table.
“So that album I gave you, it is their most recent one,” Emily said, sipping her tea. “I... I don’t know if the subject matter will interest you...”
By fuck she hoped it did.
“...but they like to talk about... er, white girls and black guys and... you know. They’re all true stories, apparently, as well. They also have this song on there called “White Wife, Black Lovers”, which is about...”
“I think I get the picture,” Corina said. “They seem sure of themselves. You think all white girls just throw themselves at these big, burly black guys?”
Emily didn’t answer immediately, wondering how to answer diplomatically without just shouting “Oh, fuck yeah!”
“Um, well, I don’t know. They are pretty buff, pretty hot, don’t you think?” she finally said.
“I... er...” Corina stammered. Emily’s heart skipped a beat. Oh yes, there’s something there, I can see it. I’ve got to keep pushing.
“Oh, come on, Corina,” Emily winked. “It’s okay to ogle some boys, you know. You are only human.”
“Well... I guess they’re not... ugly,” Corina blushed. No, they were making her loins tingle like crazy, but she couldn’t admit that. Not even to herself.
“Let me know what you think anyway,” Emily said. Corina nodded, finishing her sandwich. The two girls left, both lost in their thoughts now. Emily knew Corina had a thing for black men now, feelings that were obviously causing her a lot of consternation. She wondered what had happened at home to cause Corina to start thinking about this sort of thing. She realised she couldn’t wait to find out.
Corina herself also couldn’t wait to find out, though she was interested in the songs of Black Phallus. Emily had said they were all true, so she imagined that also went for the one about white wives. She still couldn’t bring herself to believe the propaganda, that white girls couldn’t resist black men, but... well, what was the harm in indulging that fantasy through song? And how explicit could they really be? The cover of the album was pretty graphic, but didn’t really show anything.
Unfortunately for Corina, these thoughts intruded on her work that afternoon. Time and again, she found herself making obvious errors, typing stuff like “cock”, “cunt”, “black”, “meat” and so on into her reports. She almost slapped herself to make herself get it together, but that didn’t stop the errors. It was Emily that saved her bacon when she coughed.
“Um... Corina?” Emily said, nervously.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Er... I’m not sure this is... right on this report about Jaquan, that homeless guy we saw last week. Er...”
“Come on, out with it, girl,” Corina said, frustrated.
“Well... you’ve written on his report that you... um... want to ... suck his big black cock.”
Corina gasped in horror, rushing around to Emily’s side of the desk. There it was in black and white - “I recommend helping this poor man until he gets back on his feet, providing him some free meals and letting me suck his big black cock.”
“Oh fuck...” Corina whispered. “Oh fuck.”
Emily squirmed next to her colleague. “Look, I can change it. That’s why I’m here... to ... check for any mistakes...”
Corina was silent. She couldn’t believe what she’d written, what Emily had spotted. Imagine if Rose had seen this! Oh God!
“Yes, yes, please... it was ... just a test to see if you were paying attention,” Corina said.
Like hell it was, Emily thought, playing dumb but smiling like a Cheshire cat inside. The mistake corrected, Corina renewed her focus, cutting out the lewd mistakes. Every so often she’d glance at Emily, but the girl, aware of Corina’s attention, kept her cool, refusing to meet her eyes.
To Corina’s relief, the final minutes of the work day sped past. She was anxious to get out and back home, where she hoped a good fucking from her husband would dispel these lustful thoughts from her mind. She crossed her fingers as she said goodbye to Emily and some other colleagues, racing home and hoping she hadn’t got caught on any speed cameras.
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There was at least an hour before the girls got home, Corina thought, as she put on the lingerie. She’d deliberately not listened to the Black Phallus disc on her way home, not wanting to let those thoughts intrude again. Her husband was still working downstairs as she applied her reddest lipstick, trying to make herself look as slutty as possible for him. Satisfied, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and long, black heels. A tight black corset amplified her cleavage, red panties with hearts all over them covered her freshly trimmed pussy. She was ready. Bursting into his office, she stood in the doorway, her husband dropping his pen in shock as he saw his wife.
“Wow,” was all he said, and she smiled. He still adored her, she knew. Seconds later they were upstairs. He lay back and she roughly pulled down his underwear, ******** his erect white penis. She felt like she’d been hit in the gut, her pussy suddenly drier than the Sahara desert. God, it was so small. She put her hand around it and it engulfed the pathetic member. She felt like weeping. THIS was what she had expected to ignite her passion once again?
Desperate not to show her disappointment, she began to suck the small dick. He groaned and she could feel him tense up. Oh fuck, she’d barely started and he was going to cum already? Stopping, she watched as, without any touch from her, the tiny white dick spurted a weak, dribbling load all over itself. She felt like crying - all that effort for 10 seconds of oral? Look at him, she thought, rage filling her. He’s lying there smiling, but what about me? What about my needs?
“Oh wow, hun,” he said, dreamily. “That was amazing. I’m sorry I didn’t last very long, but you really worked me over!”
She felt like screaming. Worked him over? She had barely taken him into her mouth before he came.
“I....” Corina said, trying to control herself. “I... fuck, I can’t go on like this, Colin. I mean, what about me? What about ME? I have needs too, I... oh, fuck you, I’m going. I need some time alone. Put that... fucking shrivelled thing away before I puke. God, it’s pathetic.”
She stormed out of the room, grabbing her keys and a long coat in the hallway before slamming the front door. She drove away, tyres squealing, before having to pull over a minute or two later, tears flooding down her face.
“That fucking pathetic LOSER!” she screamed, slapping the steering wheel with both hands, beating her fists on it in frustration. “Does he want me to cheat? Does he? Fuck, I can’t even ... aaaaaaah!”
Corina held her head in her hands and cried her heart out. Her phone was on the chair next to her. Who could she talk to about this? She needed to let it out, but who would listen? She picked up the phone and saw another message from Vanessa. Without a second thought, she opened it and it said “If you ever want to talk about stuff, I’m happy to help. I’ve got the feeling you might want to take me up on my offer. V.”
Corina started at the phone. It was like a sign from above. Of course, Vanessa would listen. An old friend, one that wouldn’t spill the beans to her social circle... and ... someone who could tell her what being with a black man was really like. She had to admit it to herself. She did want to know. Why? She had no intention of cheating, despite her current fury at her wimpy husband... but did this desire to know about huge cocks sliding into juicy white pussies... oh dear, there went her imagination again. Subconsciously, she thought, there was some part of her that wanted to cheat, that wanted to throw societal taboos aside and just revel in debauchery.
She pushed these feelings down, squashed them as best she could. She focused on her ring, that symbol of purity and loyalty that bound her to Colin. For the first time ever, she hated that fucking thing. She shook her head. No, she’d made promises. She wouldn’t break them. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t...
“Vanessa?” Corina said into the phone, nervously, still weepy. “Can I... oh, V, can I come to yours please? I... need to talk to someone. Please?”
“Of course, of course,” her friend answered. “Come on, I’m at home now. I’ll text you the address.”
Corina wiped her face, blowing her nose on a tissue, and pulled back into traffic. 15 minutes later, she walked out of the lift and knocked on Vanessa’s door. The apartment was located in one of the most affluent areas of the city centre. She’s doing well for herself, Corina thought.
The door opened and Vanessa stood, arms wide open. Corina broke down instantly, rushing to her friend and accepting the hug. She wept into her friend’s shoulder, body wracked with sobs. Vanessa stroked her hair gently, soothing her friend until she managed to guide her into the living room. The apartment was plushly furnished, luxurious sofas, armchairs, carpets, even a real fireplace with logs burning away. The lights were low, almost romantic. Wow, this place is great, Corina thought, tears forgotten as she took in her surroundings.
“Come on, sit,” Vanessa said, gently pushing her friend onto the soft couch. “Let’s get some wine and you can tell me all about it.”
As Vanessa filled and refilled Corina’s wine glass, the latter spilled her guts out. All her problems with Colin came flooding out, the wine loosening her tongue. She had intended to leave the information about Emily, Black Phallus and her thoughts on black men aside, but as Vanessa plied her with alcohol, her inhibitions melted away until she was openly discussing her worrying fascination with black men. Vanessa, of course, was delighted to hear all this, her plan to corrupt her friend doing rather better than she’d anticipated. Gently she encouraged her friend to focus on these elements, steering the conversation away from her husband and towards the power and masculinity of the black males Corina had been fantasising about.
Slowly, Vanessa inched closer to her friend. Inch by inch, the gap between them closed until Corina suddenly looked up from her ramblings and noticed just how close they were. Their legs were touching now and their eyes met. Strange sensations surged through Corina as Vanessa held her gaze. She felt the heat of her body.
“My coat... I’ve not... taken my coat off yet,” she slurred slightly. Standing, the contact broken, Corina took a deep breath. Wow, that was close... what was coming over me there? She undid the buttons on her jacket and removed it. Vanessa’s eyebrows shot up as she saw what her friend was wearing.
Corina looked down and gasped. She was still wearing the lingerie from earlier and, instead of impressing her husband, she was standing here, showing her body off to a woman. She gulped as Vanessa stood, eyes now once again locked on her’s.
“Um...” Corina said as Vanessa slowly moved closer. She had to say something, had to stop what she knew was about to happen. But she couldn’t. It was like she was petrified, Vanessa’s stare like the Medusa, fixing her in stone.
Vanessa’s hands reached out, placed gently on Corina’s bare shoulders. Her lips parted and Corina closed her eyes as their lips met. Her body seemed to melt as Vanessa’s pressed against her. Tongues met, lips pressed together, the rest of them remained motionless.
The kiss broke apart and Vanessa stepped back. Off came her top, no bra underneath. Corina moaned very quietly as she gazed at her friend’s gorgeous rack. She wanted to touch them, despite the prudish part of her saying this was all wrong. She shoved that part of her aside, no use for it now, so lost in the moment was she. Vanessa had now removed her pants, her thumbs hooked in her silk knickers. Corina gasped as they came off, revealing a completely bald pussy.
“Oh my...” was all Corina could utter before Vanessa’s naked body pressed up against hers again, more forcefully this time. Vanessa again broke the kiss, smiling at her friend as she gently grabbed her hands. Corina whimpered as Vanessa guided them to her breasts.
“You like them?” Vanessa said. Corina nodded tentatively. “Good. I want to see you now.”
Corina stepped back, slowly stripping herself of her clothing as Vanessa watched, nodding appreciatively as more flesh was revealed. Finally, Corina stood there, the first person she’d been naked with since she got married... and it was a woman, something she’d never contemplated before.
Vanessa leaned forward and took one of Corina’s nipples in her mouth. Her other hand found her pussy and began to rub. Corina came almost instantly, so much frustration let out as her knees gave way and explosions of pleasure detonated inside her.
“Oh fuck yes!” She finally gasped, trembling all over as her friend held her up.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” Vanessa said, Corina just nodding, wanting desperately to feel that pleasure again.
The bedroom was black and white, a direct contrast to the deep reds of the lounge. Corina flopped back on the bedcover and giggled as Vanessa climbed up on top of her. Their lips met again and they kissed passionately, hands exploring each other’s bodies. Finally, Vanessa moved her lips down, kissing Corina’s neck, her chest, breasts, stomach and, as Corina gasped and arched her back, her dripping wet pussy.
Corina couldn’t believe how good it felt as Vanessa lapped at her sex. She grabbed her friend’s head without thinking, holding it to her as she screamed, a second orgasm crashing through her body. Vanessa grabbed Corina’s legs, pushing them wider, lowering her tongue and lavishing Corina’s asshole with as much love as she had her clit. Corina gasped, not expecting this but finding it wonderful nonetheless. Fingers entered her, hitting the exact right spots inside her pussy to make a third orgasm start to build. As Vanessa tongue and probed her ass, her fingers brought Corina off again.
“Fuck, please... oh my God, hold on...” Corina shrieked, trying to roll away from her friend, her loins now super-sensitive to all touch. Vanessa got up off the bed, grinning down at her friend’s twitching body. Corina was aware of Vanessa moving to a cabinet by the bed, opening it, pausing for a second, then returning. As she looked up in her daze, she saw with both shock and delight that Vanessa had put a belt around her waist, attached to which was a black dildo, about 7 inches long.
“I’ll start you off with a small one,” Vanessa grinned, grabbing her friend’s right leg and moving her onto her back, spread wide. Corina groaned as Vanessa’s false phallus entered her body. She squealed as she was stretched by the plastic cock. Even though she’d called this one ‘small’, it was still the biggest cock Corina had had inside her in her life. Almost twice as long as Colin’s and definitely thicker, she revelled in the feeling of fullness of it.
“Oh fuck... it’s wonderful... so big...” She moaned, holding Vanessa’s face in both hands as she slowly eased the cock in and out of her.
“Honey,” Vanessa smiled, “this is nothing compared to a real black man’s cock, trust me.”
With that, she began to fuck Corina with slow, hard strokes. Corina wrapped her legs around her friend’s back, wanting her to get as deep as possible inside her. She felt another orgasm building, bigger than all the others put together. She began to buck and writhe underneath Vanessa, this orgasm threatening to overpower her. As it began to explode inside her, she screamed louder than before, yelling out over and over again as her body felt like it was being torn asunder, so much pleasure running through every nerve. She saw stars, her vision fading, even consciousness almost eluding her as she came like a demon.
Vanessa slipped the dildo out of her friend, who immediately turned onto her side, gasping for breath as she came down from her orgasmic high. Unfastening the plastic phallus, she greedily licked the cock clean, savouring the delicious taste of her friend’s juices all over it. When she finished, she lay next to her friend, nuzzling into her back as she held her from behind.
“Thankyou,” Corina mumbled, a contented smile on her lips.
“Stay with me tonight,” Vanessa said. Corina nodded, enjoying the sensation of closeness with her friend as she drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
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“Here, just wear something of mine, we’re about the same size,” Vanessa said, opening up her closet. Corina sat on the bed, still naked, her arms crossed. She was distraught. What had she done last night? All her vows and promises gone, betrayed in an alcohol-fuelled night of lesbian sex. What would she tell her husband? Could she live with herself for doing that?
But... it had felt so wonderful, so... exquisite. And it wasn’t like she had fucked another man. What was that expression? It doesn’t count if it is with a girl? Something like that. Could she justify her actions like that? She shuddered.
“Come on now,” Vanessa said, sitting next to her friend. “Don’t feel bad. It was just something that was meant to be. It felt... right, didn’t it? It did to me.”
Corina nodded. Vanessa was correct, it had felt right. And damn, it had feel good. Even Corina couldn’t deny that. When she’d taken that cock inside her, she felt... different. More real as a woman. Like she’d been having sex properly for the first time... and Vanessa had said that a real black man’s cock would be much, much bigger and thicker than that. She had to wonder how good that would feel.
“Yes, it did,” she said, softly.
“I’d like to do it again sometime, but I understand if you don’t want to,” Vanessa said, stroking Corina’s hair. “Let’s talk about it again soon, see where we go. Okay?”
Corina nodded again. She did want to do it again, she couldn’t deny it. The question was... did she want to do it with another man? Was that the next level? Did she want to go to that next level? She really didn’t know, conflicting desires and fears threatening to tear her apart. She pushed them to one side and stood, letting Vanessa pick out some clothes for the work day ahead.
An hour later, Corina was back at her desk. Emily sat down opposite, bubbly as ever.
“Ooh, new outfit? Not seen you in that before,” she beamed, sipping on her morning coffee.
“Er, yeah, you like?”
“Oh yeah, looks really expensive too,” Emily said. Corina nodded, not really wanting to say it was her lesbian lover’s clothes she was wearing. She looked at Emily and, strangely, found herself admiring her in a different way to normal. She was pretty, she’d always thought that, but... to Corina’s horror, she was beginning to wonder what she’d look like naked. Fuck, she thought, am I ... gay? No, no, I don’t have these lustful thoughts about black men if I’m gay, for fuck’s sake. For the first time, she smiled, her fantasies about them were a positive thing.
Her work was sporadic that day, mostly waiting on approval from Rose or others before she could continue. So she sat at her desk, idly twiddling her thumbs and found herself thinking about Black Phallus again. As if on autopilot, she loaded up their site and gazed at the images. She ground her teeth in frustration at the placement of the white girls, always blocking the view of the penises she really wanted to see. She couldn’t just look at some porn on her work computer, she’d be fired... but this website was technically legitimate, so she ogled the men as best she could.
She began reading the manifesto again too, poring over it with increased interest. This time, she wasn’t so dismissive. If last night’s strap-on had been an accurate indicator, she could now begin to see just what she’d been missing. She was still unconvinced that every single white girl in the world would worship black cock if they were ******* to it... but she could understand why she herself might. Just the day before she’d been completely opposed to the idea of breaking her vows, and she still was... but there was a chink in the armour, a possibility that the right situation could indeed exist where she would give in to these carnal urges.
Emily stood behind Corina, unobserved, the older woman totally absorbed in the website she was viewing. Corina’s hand absent-mindedly reached up to softly grab her left breasts, kneading it gently as she got more and more aroused. Emily could hear her breathing grow more rapid. God, she’s really into it, Emily thought. I’d better not let her see me, I don’t want to interrupt her. She quietly made her way back to her own desk, Corina not noticing her slip into her seat opposite.
Oh God, I’m so fucking turned on, Corina realised. I need to get some release right now or I’ll start fucking masturbating right here in the office! Closing the website, she looked around and saw nobody observing her. Pleased, she headed off to the toilets. Emily waited for a second then, unable to resist, quickly followed her.
Emily quietly opened the toilet door and grinned as she heard a zip being unfastened then a skirt being dropped to the floor. Silence for a second as she eased into the room. An idea struck her. She grabbed a ‘Cleaning in Progress’ sign and placed it outside the toilet door, locking it behind her. She wouldn’t let anyone interrupt this.
Soft moans came from one of the cubicles and Emily herself felt her pussy get wet. God, Corina was right there, masturbating to thoughts of black men! Emily’s hand slipped into her own underwear and she bit her lip hard as she tried to stop herself crying out as she touched her clitoris. She rubbed herself as she heard Corina’s groans get louder.
“Oh yes, oh fuck,” Corina was saying. “Fuck me, please, give me that big hard black cock!”
Emily stuck two fingers into her own cunt, finger-fucking herself as she listened to the older woman’s words.
“Oh yes, Vanessa, eat my cunt out, I love it,” Corina said. “Eat my ass while my pussy gets fucked by that stud!”
Emily’s eyes shot open as she heard Corina mention a woman’s name. Oh my God, she’s bisexual too! Oh, this is amazing, she thought.
Emily stared at the cubicle door, the sounds growing louder and louder, Corina’s climax imminent. She realised what she wanted was in there, that gorgeous woman’s body was there, waiting for her to take it, to use it and be used by it. She sucked her fingers clean of her own juices and slowly stepped towards the door, chest heaving, nerves jangling. As Corina climaxed, Emily pushed open the cubicle door, the older woman foolishly having left it unlocked.
Corina yelped as she saw Emily standing there in the opening, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. She froze in place, legs apart, pussy dripping, her fingers covered in her fluids. Oh God, what was going to happen?
Emily said nothing. Corina waited, unable to move. The young girl finally moved forward slightly and Corina’s eyes grew wider as the girl dipped forward, forward... until she began to lap at Corina’s juicy cunt with her tongue!
She bit her lip, cursing silently as once again she went over Black Phallus’ manifesto. She rejected it over and over and yet... she couldn’t do so entirely, not conclusively. How did she know until she’d been in that situation herself? Could she hold a throbbing black cock in her hand and push it away? She was married, she’d made commitments. No way she’d break her vows. She repeated this same refrain over and over, trying to convince herself of it.
Sleep was fitful, full of vividly sexual dreams. Corina woke up stiff, aching all over and not at all rested, but she was thankful for the sleep she had had. Colin was already awake, as were the girls, so she got up and went into the ensuite bathroom. Sighing, she looked in the full length mirror, rubbing at her face to remove the last vestiges of sleep. She discarded her nightgown and stood for a second, naked, gazing at her reflection.
Even with all the emotional turmoil in her life, she was still proud of her body. A lot of women had issues about themselves, but Corina didn’t. She loved her breasts, not too big or too small, firm and ripe. Her stomach was flat, her thighs and hips shapely. She closed her eyes for a second, taking deep breaths, and when she opened them she saw a big, faceless black man behind her. She smiled wickedly as his big hands snaked round and roughly grabbed her breasts, squeezing them hard enough to elicit a gasp.
She could feel something hard and long pressing up against her back. God, it was big, she thought. Throbbing against her skin... she shivered as she imagined all that meat inside her, pounding her married cunt until she screamed. Corina shook her head and the man was gone, a figment of her tortured imagination. She sighed again, beginning her daily ablutions, preparing for another day at work.
As she searched for the right outfit for the day, she chanced across some lingerie she’d not worn for a long time. Picking it up, she ran her fingers over the fine lace, the touch bringing back memories of happier times, when her husband’s touch was something she craved. She bit her lip, wondering if wearing this would be worth trying, spice up their love life. Smiling, she put it aside for later. Yes, maybe that will get rid of these filthy thoughts she’d been having recently.
Happier than she’d been in a while, she jauntily bounded down the stairs, greeting her ****** with enthusiasm. It lasted until she picked up her phone. A message from Vanessa. Corina’s eyebrows shot up when it turned out to be a picture of Vanessa, a selfie taken with two shirtless, highly attractive black men. The text below said: “See why I don’t date white guys?”
Corina quickly slipped the phone into her handbag, not wanting her ****** to see that image. Silently, she cursed. Her good mood evaporated and those lascivious thoughts crowded back into her mind. Damn that bitch, Corina thought. Composing herself, she turned her attention back to her squabbling *********.
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Emily’s pussy ached. She’d spent hours last night masturbating, stuffing herself with her array of dildos, furiously masturbating until she collapsed into a heap on the floor, body twitching as her orgasms shredded her nerve endings. Still she remained unsatisfied. There was one thing she wanted more than anything else, to fuck a black man, but she feared she’d never get the chance. She didn’t even know any as passing acquaintances, let alone potential boyfriends.
There was a slight glimmer of hope, though. One, Michael Tandino. She knew of him, a big shot entrepreneur and philanthropist. He was black and, when Emily had looked him up, gorgeously handsome. He was one of her two possibilities. Get in with him and maybe she could finally get her fix. She thanked God that she was working with Corina, just hoping she didn’t blow it or that he didn’t dismiss her out of hand.
The second glimmer of hope was Corina herself. Emily was firmly bisexual and her colleague aroused strong feelings in the young woman. She was beautiful, but so conservative. Oh, how she’d love to strip away that prudish veneer and get into her pants. She’d never expected to see Corina reading the Black Phallus manifesto. Did it indicate a wilder side Emily didn’t know about? Emily bit her lip, willing it to be so. Maybe she just required a little push. Emily took the CD out of her handbag and gazed lovingly at the cover art, three members of Black Phallus naked with three white girls’ heads conveniently obscuring their penises. Emily giggled as she imagined herself in their positions, taking the long, thick meat into her...
“Hi Emily,” Corina said, plopping herself down gracefully in her chair opposite.
“Oh...” Emily said, flustered. “Hi, yes, hello.”
“You okay?” Corina smiled. “You seem a little ... bothered.”
“Yes, I mean... no, I’m fine, just... here, I thought you might want this,” Emily said, holding out the CD. What the hell, get it over with, she thought.
“What’s this?” Corina said, reaching to take her gift. “I.... oh, my...”
Emily bit her lip again. Please like it, please like it, please...
“I ... er, thanks,” Corina said, her expression one of confusion. “They... that cover certainly is graphic, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is!” Emily said, enthusiastically, trying to bluff her way through the awkwardness. “They like to push boundaries with their videos, art and so on. I just thought, after I saw you reading their site, you might want to listen to them.”
“Well, I can certainly have a listen, yes,” Corina said. My word, they were more handsome than she’d first imagined, despite their thuggish, aggressive demeanour. Such remarkable physiques...
“Yes, thanks, Emily,” Corina said, tucking the disc away in her own handbag. “I’ll listen on the way home tonight.”
Work progressed as normal, Corina discussing the upcoming meeting with Michael Tandino with Rose. A perfectly sensible, regulation day, except for Emily and Corina both, unbeknownst to the other, having to drive thoughts of handsome black studs out of their minds. The routine was broken, for Corina at least, by a buzz from her previously dormant phone. Picking it up, she noticed it was another picture message from Vanessa. For a second, Corina contemplated deleting it instantly, but there was that twinge in the pussy again, that part of her that really wanted to see what her friend had shown her now. So she tapped the screen to open it.
Once again, Corina’s eyes flew open in surprise. Vanessa was obviously on her knees taking another selfie, her expression a wicked grin, except flanking her this time were two black male groins. Both men were wearing what should have been fairly loose boxer shorts, but they were being obscenely stretched by the enormous bulges contained within. Holy shit, Corina thought. Those can’t be real. They’re... enormous! Each one snaked down until they almost poked out of the bottom of the shorts. Corina realised in horror that those constricted penises weren’t even hard. How big must they be when fully erect?
Tossing the phone in her bag again, she put her hand to her forehead. She was flushed, her chest heaving and her pussy was soaking wet again. Why couldn’t she control herself? She tried to focus on her husband, tried to imagine him sexually to banish thoughts of those huge, enticing bulges... but doing that just made it worse. They were incomparable, her own husband utterly inadequate when up against Vanessa’s studs. She clung to the hope that they, despite their enormous size, were poor lovers, uncaring for a woman’s needs. Her husband loved her, he would be tender, loving with her... right? She took a deep breath and pictured her lingerie. She had to hope that would be enough to rekindle the spark... or... oh, she didn’t want to think about the alternative.
“You owe me a lunch date,” Emily laughed from the other side of their desk. “I’m buying though, don’t worry.”
“Yes, sure,” Corina said, weakly. She didn’t want to be with someone else right now, but she also felt that, alone, she might snap. Gingerly, she got up, donned her jacket and stepped out of the office with her young friend. Emily was in an annoyingly chirpy mood, Corina thought as they walked to her favourite cafe, but better that than to be alone with her thoughts right now. Although perhaps the subject matter could be better...
“Oh yeah, I love Black Phallus,” Emily said, jovially. “I’ve got all their albums now, even though it can be difficult to get them. I heard there was this big scandal on US TV a while ago, but I’ve not been able to see footage of that. Apparently it was a really big deal, got a TV network taken off the air for ... I dunno, not playing ball with corporate America or something.”
“Uh-huh,” Corina nodded, pushing open the door to the cafe. The girls busied themselves getting their lunches and drinks before settling down at a corner table.
“So that album I gave you, it is their most recent one,” Emily said, sipping her tea. “I... I don’t know if the subject matter will interest you...”
By fuck she hoped it did.
“...but they like to talk about... er, white girls and black guys and... you know. They’re all true stories, apparently, as well. They also have this song on there called “White Wife, Black Lovers”, which is about...”
“I think I get the picture,” Corina said. “They seem sure of themselves. You think all white girls just throw themselves at these big, burly black guys?”
Emily didn’t answer immediately, wondering how to answer diplomatically without just shouting “Oh, fuck yeah!”
“Um, well, I don’t know. They are pretty buff, pretty hot, don’t you think?” she finally said.
“I... er...” Corina stammered. Emily’s heart skipped a beat. Oh yes, there’s something there, I can see it. I’ve got to keep pushing.
“Oh, come on, Corina,” Emily winked. “It’s okay to ogle some boys, you know. You are only human.”
“Well... I guess they’re not... ugly,” Corina blushed. No, they were making her loins tingle like crazy, but she couldn’t admit that. Not even to herself.
“Let me know what you think anyway,” Emily said. Corina nodded, finishing her sandwich. The two girls left, both lost in their thoughts now. Emily knew Corina had a thing for black men now, feelings that were obviously causing her a lot of consternation. She wondered what had happened at home to cause Corina to start thinking about this sort of thing. She realised she couldn’t wait to find out.
Corina herself also couldn’t wait to find out, though she was interested in the songs of Black Phallus. Emily had said they were all true, so she imagined that also went for the one about white wives. She still couldn’t bring herself to believe the propaganda, that white girls couldn’t resist black men, but... well, what was the harm in indulging that fantasy through song? And how explicit could they really be? The cover of the album was pretty graphic, but didn’t really show anything.
Unfortunately for Corina, these thoughts intruded on her work that afternoon. Time and again, she found herself making obvious errors, typing stuff like “cock”, “cunt”, “black”, “meat” and so on into her reports. She almost slapped herself to make herself get it together, but that didn’t stop the errors. It was Emily that saved her bacon when she coughed.
“Um... Corina?” Emily said, nervously.
“Yes? What is it?”
“Er... I’m not sure this is... right on this report about Jaquan, that homeless guy we saw last week. Er...”
“Come on, out with it, girl,” Corina said, frustrated.
“Well... you’ve written on his report that you... um... want to ... suck his big black cock.”
Corina gasped in horror, rushing around to Emily’s side of the desk. There it was in black and white - “I recommend helping this poor man until he gets back on his feet, providing him some free meals and letting me suck his big black cock.”
“Oh fuck...” Corina whispered. “Oh fuck.”
Emily squirmed next to her colleague. “Look, I can change it. That’s why I’m here... to ... check for any mistakes...”
Corina was silent. She couldn’t believe what she’d written, what Emily had spotted. Imagine if Rose had seen this! Oh God!
“Yes, yes, please... it was ... just a test to see if you were paying attention,” Corina said.
Like hell it was, Emily thought, playing dumb but smiling like a Cheshire cat inside. The mistake corrected, Corina renewed her focus, cutting out the lewd mistakes. Every so often she’d glance at Emily, but the girl, aware of Corina’s attention, kept her cool, refusing to meet her eyes.
To Corina’s relief, the final minutes of the work day sped past. She was anxious to get out and back home, where she hoped a good fucking from her husband would dispel these lustful thoughts from her mind. She crossed her fingers as she said goodbye to Emily and some other colleagues, racing home and hoping she hadn’t got caught on any speed cameras.
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There was at least an hour before the girls got home, Corina thought, as she put on the lingerie. She’d deliberately not listened to the Black Phallus disc on her way home, not wanting to let those thoughts intrude again. Her husband was still working downstairs as she applied her reddest lipstick, trying to make herself look as slutty as possible for him. Satisfied, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing thigh-high stockings and long, black heels. A tight black corset amplified her cleavage, red panties with hearts all over them covered her freshly trimmed pussy. She was ready. Bursting into his office, she stood in the doorway, her husband dropping his pen in shock as he saw his wife.
“Wow,” was all he said, and she smiled. He still adored her, she knew. Seconds later they were upstairs. He lay back and she roughly pulled down his underwear, ******** his erect white penis. She felt like she’d been hit in the gut, her pussy suddenly drier than the Sahara desert. God, it was so small. She put her hand around it and it engulfed the pathetic member. She felt like weeping. THIS was what she had expected to ignite her passion once again?
Desperate not to show her disappointment, she began to suck the small dick. He groaned and she could feel him tense up. Oh fuck, she’d barely started and he was going to cum already? Stopping, she watched as, without any touch from her, the tiny white dick spurted a weak, dribbling load all over itself. She felt like crying - all that effort for 10 seconds of oral? Look at him, she thought, rage filling her. He’s lying there smiling, but what about me? What about my needs?
“Oh wow, hun,” he said, dreamily. “That was amazing. I’m sorry I didn’t last very long, but you really worked me over!”
She felt like screaming. Worked him over? She had barely taken him into her mouth before he came.
“I....” Corina said, trying to control herself. “I... fuck, I can’t go on like this, Colin. I mean, what about me? What about ME? I have needs too, I... oh, fuck you, I’m going. I need some time alone. Put that... fucking shrivelled thing away before I puke. God, it’s pathetic.”
She stormed out of the room, grabbing her keys and a long coat in the hallway before slamming the front door. She drove away, tyres squealing, before having to pull over a minute or two later, tears flooding down her face.
“That fucking pathetic LOSER!” she screamed, slapping the steering wheel with both hands, beating her fists on it in frustration. “Does he want me to cheat? Does he? Fuck, I can’t even ... aaaaaaah!”
Corina held her head in her hands and cried her heart out. Her phone was on the chair next to her. Who could she talk to about this? She needed to let it out, but who would listen? She picked up the phone and saw another message from Vanessa. Without a second thought, she opened it and it said “If you ever want to talk about stuff, I’m happy to help. I’ve got the feeling you might want to take me up on my offer. V.”
Corina started at the phone. It was like a sign from above. Of course, Vanessa would listen. An old friend, one that wouldn’t spill the beans to her social circle... and ... someone who could tell her what being with a black man was really like. She had to admit it to herself. She did want to know. Why? She had no intention of cheating, despite her current fury at her wimpy husband... but did this desire to know about huge cocks sliding into juicy white pussies... oh dear, there went her imagination again. Subconsciously, she thought, there was some part of her that wanted to cheat, that wanted to throw societal taboos aside and just revel in debauchery.
She pushed these feelings down, squashed them as best she could. She focused on her ring, that symbol of purity and loyalty that bound her to Colin. For the first time ever, she hated that fucking thing. She shook her head. No, she’d made promises. She wouldn’t break them. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t...
“Vanessa?” Corina said into the phone, nervously, still weepy. “Can I... oh, V, can I come to yours please? I... need to talk to someone. Please?”
“Of course, of course,” her friend answered. “Come on, I’m at home now. I’ll text you the address.”
Corina wiped her face, blowing her nose on a tissue, and pulled back into traffic. 15 minutes later, she walked out of the lift and knocked on Vanessa’s door. The apartment was located in one of the most affluent areas of the city centre. She’s doing well for herself, Corina thought.
The door opened and Vanessa stood, arms wide open. Corina broke down instantly, rushing to her friend and accepting the hug. She wept into her friend’s shoulder, body wracked with sobs. Vanessa stroked her hair gently, soothing her friend until she managed to guide her into the living room. The apartment was plushly furnished, luxurious sofas, armchairs, carpets, even a real fireplace with logs burning away. The lights were low, almost romantic. Wow, this place is great, Corina thought, tears forgotten as she took in her surroundings.
“Come on, sit,” Vanessa said, gently pushing her friend onto the soft couch. “Let’s get some wine and you can tell me all about it.”
As Vanessa filled and refilled Corina’s wine glass, the latter spilled her guts out. All her problems with Colin came flooding out, the wine loosening her tongue. She had intended to leave the information about Emily, Black Phallus and her thoughts on black men aside, but as Vanessa plied her with alcohol, her inhibitions melted away until she was openly discussing her worrying fascination with black men. Vanessa, of course, was delighted to hear all this, her plan to corrupt her friend doing rather better than she’d anticipated. Gently she encouraged her friend to focus on these elements, steering the conversation away from her husband and towards the power and masculinity of the black males Corina had been fantasising about.
Slowly, Vanessa inched closer to her friend. Inch by inch, the gap between them closed until Corina suddenly looked up from her ramblings and noticed just how close they were. Their legs were touching now and their eyes met. Strange sensations surged through Corina as Vanessa held her gaze. She felt the heat of her body.
“My coat... I’ve not... taken my coat off yet,” she slurred slightly. Standing, the contact broken, Corina took a deep breath. Wow, that was close... what was coming over me there? She undid the buttons on her jacket and removed it. Vanessa’s eyebrows shot up as she saw what her friend was wearing.
Corina looked down and gasped. She was still wearing the lingerie from earlier and, instead of impressing her husband, she was standing here, showing her body off to a woman. She gulped as Vanessa stood, eyes now once again locked on her’s.
“Um...” Corina said as Vanessa slowly moved closer. She had to say something, had to stop what she knew was about to happen. But she couldn’t. It was like she was petrified, Vanessa’s stare like the Medusa, fixing her in stone.
Vanessa’s hands reached out, placed gently on Corina’s bare shoulders. Her lips parted and Corina closed her eyes as their lips met. Her body seemed to melt as Vanessa’s pressed against her. Tongues met, lips pressed together, the rest of them remained motionless.
The kiss broke apart and Vanessa stepped back. Off came her top, no bra underneath. Corina moaned very quietly as she gazed at her friend’s gorgeous rack. She wanted to touch them, despite the prudish part of her saying this was all wrong. She shoved that part of her aside, no use for it now, so lost in the moment was she. Vanessa had now removed her pants, her thumbs hooked in her silk knickers. Corina gasped as they came off, revealing a completely bald pussy.
“Oh my...” was all Corina could utter before Vanessa’s naked body pressed up against hers again, more forcefully this time. Vanessa again broke the kiss, smiling at her friend as she gently grabbed her hands. Corina whimpered as Vanessa guided them to her breasts.
“You like them?” Vanessa said. Corina nodded tentatively. “Good. I want to see you now.”
Corina stepped back, slowly stripping herself of her clothing as Vanessa watched, nodding appreciatively as more flesh was revealed. Finally, Corina stood there, the first person she’d been naked with since she got married... and it was a woman, something she’d never contemplated before.
Vanessa leaned forward and took one of Corina’s nipples in her mouth. Her other hand found her pussy and began to rub. Corina came almost instantly, so much frustration let out as her knees gave way and explosions of pleasure detonated inside her.
“Oh fuck yes!” She finally gasped, trembling all over as her friend held her up.
“Let’s go in the bedroom,” Vanessa said, Corina just nodding, wanting desperately to feel that pleasure again.
The bedroom was black and white, a direct contrast to the deep reds of the lounge. Corina flopped back on the bedcover and giggled as Vanessa climbed up on top of her. Their lips met again and they kissed passionately, hands exploring each other’s bodies. Finally, Vanessa moved her lips down, kissing Corina’s neck, her chest, breasts, stomach and, as Corina gasped and arched her back, her dripping wet pussy.
Corina couldn’t believe how good it felt as Vanessa lapped at her sex. She grabbed her friend’s head without thinking, holding it to her as she screamed, a second orgasm crashing through her body. Vanessa grabbed Corina’s legs, pushing them wider, lowering her tongue and lavishing Corina’s asshole with as much love as she had her clit. Corina gasped, not expecting this but finding it wonderful nonetheless. Fingers entered her, hitting the exact right spots inside her pussy to make a third orgasm start to build. As Vanessa tongue and probed her ass, her fingers brought Corina off again.
“Fuck, please... oh my God, hold on...” Corina shrieked, trying to roll away from her friend, her loins now super-sensitive to all touch. Vanessa got up off the bed, grinning down at her friend’s twitching body. Corina was aware of Vanessa moving to a cabinet by the bed, opening it, pausing for a second, then returning. As she looked up in her daze, she saw with both shock and delight that Vanessa had put a belt around her waist, attached to which was a black dildo, about 7 inches long.
“I’ll start you off with a small one,” Vanessa grinned, grabbing her friend’s right leg and moving her onto her back, spread wide. Corina groaned as Vanessa’s false phallus entered her body. She squealed as she was stretched by the plastic cock. Even though she’d called this one ‘small’, it was still the biggest cock Corina had had inside her in her life. Almost twice as long as Colin’s and definitely thicker, she revelled in the feeling of fullness of it.
“Oh fuck... it’s wonderful... so big...” She moaned, holding Vanessa’s face in both hands as she slowly eased the cock in and out of her.
“Honey,” Vanessa smiled, “this is nothing compared to a real black man’s cock, trust me.”
With that, she began to fuck Corina with slow, hard strokes. Corina wrapped her legs around her friend’s back, wanting her to get as deep as possible inside her. She felt another orgasm building, bigger than all the others put together. She began to buck and writhe underneath Vanessa, this orgasm threatening to overpower her. As it began to explode inside her, she screamed louder than before, yelling out over and over again as her body felt like it was being torn asunder, so much pleasure running through every nerve. She saw stars, her vision fading, even consciousness almost eluding her as she came like a demon.
Vanessa slipped the dildo out of her friend, who immediately turned onto her side, gasping for breath as she came down from her orgasmic high. Unfastening the plastic phallus, she greedily licked the cock clean, savouring the delicious taste of her friend’s juices all over it. When she finished, she lay next to her friend, nuzzling into her back as she held her from behind.
“Thankyou,” Corina mumbled, a contented smile on her lips.
“Stay with me tonight,” Vanessa said. Corina nodded, enjoying the sensation of closeness with her friend as she drifted off into a deep, restful sleep.
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“Here, just wear something of mine, we’re about the same size,” Vanessa said, opening up her closet. Corina sat on the bed, still naked, her arms crossed. She was distraught. What had she done last night? All her vows and promises gone, betrayed in an alcohol-fuelled night of lesbian sex. What would she tell her husband? Could she live with herself for doing that?
But... it had felt so wonderful, so... exquisite. And it wasn’t like she had fucked another man. What was that expression? It doesn’t count if it is with a girl? Something like that. Could she justify her actions like that? She shuddered.
“Come on now,” Vanessa said, sitting next to her friend. “Don’t feel bad. It was just something that was meant to be. It felt... right, didn’t it? It did to me.”
Corina nodded. Vanessa was correct, it had felt right. And damn, it had feel good. Even Corina couldn’t deny that. When she’d taken that cock inside her, she felt... different. More real as a woman. Like she’d been having sex properly for the first time... and Vanessa had said that a real black man’s cock would be much, much bigger and thicker than that. She had to wonder how good that would feel.
“Yes, it did,” she said, softly.
“I’d like to do it again sometime, but I understand if you don’t want to,” Vanessa said, stroking Corina’s hair. “Let’s talk about it again soon, see where we go. Okay?”
Corina nodded again. She did want to do it again, she couldn’t deny it. The question was... did she want to do it with another man? Was that the next level? Did she want to go to that next level? She really didn’t know, conflicting desires and fears threatening to tear her apart. She pushed them to one side and stood, letting Vanessa pick out some clothes for the work day ahead.
An hour later, Corina was back at her desk. Emily sat down opposite, bubbly as ever.
“Ooh, new outfit? Not seen you in that before,” she beamed, sipping on her morning coffee.
“Er, yeah, you like?”
“Oh yeah, looks really expensive too,” Emily said. Corina nodded, not really wanting to say it was her lesbian lover’s clothes she was wearing. She looked at Emily and, strangely, found herself admiring her in a different way to normal. She was pretty, she’d always thought that, but... to Corina’s horror, she was beginning to wonder what she’d look like naked. Fuck, she thought, am I ... gay? No, no, I don’t have these lustful thoughts about black men if I’m gay, for fuck’s sake. For the first time, she smiled, her fantasies about them were a positive thing.
Her work was sporadic that day, mostly waiting on approval from Rose or others before she could continue. So she sat at her desk, idly twiddling her thumbs and found herself thinking about Black Phallus again. As if on autopilot, she loaded up their site and gazed at the images. She ground her teeth in frustration at the placement of the white girls, always blocking the view of the penises she really wanted to see. She couldn’t just look at some porn on her work computer, she’d be fired... but this website was technically legitimate, so she ogled the men as best she could.
She began reading the manifesto again too, poring over it with increased interest. This time, she wasn’t so dismissive. If last night’s strap-on had been an accurate indicator, she could now begin to see just what she’d been missing. She was still unconvinced that every single white girl in the world would worship black cock if they were ******* to it... but she could understand why she herself might. Just the day before she’d been completely opposed to the idea of breaking her vows, and she still was... but there was a chink in the armour, a possibility that the right situation could indeed exist where she would give in to these carnal urges.
Emily stood behind Corina, unobserved, the older woman totally absorbed in the website she was viewing. Corina’s hand absent-mindedly reached up to softly grab her left breasts, kneading it gently as she got more and more aroused. Emily could hear her breathing grow more rapid. God, she’s really into it, Emily thought. I’d better not let her see me, I don’t want to interrupt her. She quietly made her way back to her own desk, Corina not noticing her slip into her seat opposite.
Oh God, I’m so fucking turned on, Corina realised. I need to get some release right now or I’ll start fucking masturbating right here in the office! Closing the website, she looked around and saw nobody observing her. Pleased, she headed off to the toilets. Emily waited for a second then, unable to resist, quickly followed her.
Emily quietly opened the toilet door and grinned as she heard a zip being unfastened then a skirt being dropped to the floor. Silence for a second as she eased into the room. An idea struck her. She grabbed a ‘Cleaning in Progress’ sign and placed it outside the toilet door, locking it behind her. She wouldn’t let anyone interrupt this.
Soft moans came from one of the cubicles and Emily herself felt her pussy get wet. God, Corina was right there, masturbating to thoughts of black men! Emily’s hand slipped into her own underwear and she bit her lip hard as she tried to stop herself crying out as she touched her clitoris. She rubbed herself as she heard Corina’s groans get louder.
“Oh yes, oh fuck,” Corina was saying. “Fuck me, please, give me that big hard black cock!”
Emily stuck two fingers into her own cunt, finger-fucking herself as she listened to the older woman’s words.
“Oh yes, Vanessa, eat my cunt out, I love it,” Corina said. “Eat my ass while my pussy gets fucked by that stud!”
Emily’s eyes shot open as she heard Corina mention a woman’s name. Oh my God, she’s bisexual too! Oh, this is amazing, she thought.
Emily stared at the cubicle door, the sounds growing louder and louder, Corina’s climax imminent. She realised what she wanted was in there, that gorgeous woman’s body was there, waiting for her to take it, to use it and be used by it. She sucked her fingers clean of her own juices and slowly stepped towards the door, chest heaving, nerves jangling. As Corina climaxed, Emily pushed open the cubicle door, the older woman foolishly having left it unlocked.
Corina yelped as she saw Emily standing there in the opening, cheeks flushed, breathing heavy. She froze in place, legs apart, pussy dripping, her fingers covered in her fluids. Oh God, what was going to happen?
Emily said nothing. Corina waited, unable to move. The young girl finally moved forward slightly and Corina’s eyes grew wider as the girl dipped forward, forward... until she began to lap at Corina’s juicy cunt with her tongue!
