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White Lube

By: TwistedSight



You watch my hips sway, the black thong I'm wearing framing my ass cheeks as I drag you by your hand into the candle lit hallway. I turn to face you, giving you an eyeful of my outfit for tonight, the black thong with a matching bra, pushing my breasts up causing your mouth to water to the thought of sucking on my nipples.

I'm wearing a pair of fishnet stockings, running from mid-thigh and into my four inch red stilettos. You don't like the fact that I'm currently taller than you, but you can't deny how good I look tonight.

I turn to pick something up from the floor, bending at my waist to give you a good look. You can't help but step forward and press your hard dick against my pussy and the crack of my ass. You slide one hand onto my hip, holding me, whilst the other disappears into the thong, allowing you to push two fingers into my soaked pussy. I moan as you fuck me this way, before I remove your hand and turn to face you. I grasp your wrist and raise your wet fingers to my lips, stained with blood red lipstick, and slide them into my mouth. Sucking my juices from them. This is the last thing you see before I cover your eyes with a blindfold, one of the new "toys" I'd bought for tonight.

You feel me remove your clothing, but you stay silent - I'd already made sure you understood this rule during our short walk up the stairs. When you're completely naked, you feel my lips cover the head of your semi-erect penis, sucking it out to its full length. Just as you move your hands to grasp my head into place, I stand and drag you into the bedroom. I take you over to the bed, and lay you down on the soft, red satin sheets that you'd caught a quick glimpse at earlier - before I took the newly delivered package upstairs, hiding it from you. You love the feel of the satin glide beneath you as I raise your arms above your head. You feel me hand cuff both of your wrists to the headboard. Bound, you lay there, waiting for my next move.

However, I get off the bed. You hear the strike of a match as I light a sandalwood and jasmine candle. As the scent permeates the air, I move back towards you. You jerk slightly as I scrape the nails of my left hand down the centre of your chest, before resting my fingertips on the head of your hard dick.

Your hips twitched upwards, silently begging me for more. I simply softly run my fingertips down the length of your dick. Until my middle finger presses against your asshole.

I move onto the bed then and rest between your spread legs. I pull each of your knees upwards and rest your thighs on my shoulders, lifting you up so your hips no longer even touch the satin sheets. I run the tip of my tongue over your ass hole and up to the tip of your penis. You moan, and beg for more. Breaking the rules. I spank your ass hard and feel you stiffen, shocked.

This time, I tease the entrance of your tight little hole with my tongue, swirling it around and over until you whimper with need. You know I know what you want. You know I'm testing you so you use all of your willpower to keep quiet. I dig my nails into your firm ass cheeks before moving my hands round to grasp your dick. I tease your hole more, quickly leaping at it whilst I stroke you with both of my hands.

You break.

You demand me to stick it in you.

I move away so quickly that you drop back onto the bed. You know you've disobeyed. You hear some rustling of fabric before something soft presses against your lips. "Open", I tell you. Now, you obey. I push something between your lips, then tap your jaw to close your mouth over the fabric I've stuffed in your mouth. A familiar flavour explodes on your tongue, but you can't place it.

"That's the taste of my pussy. Just a little of punishment, because for your reward, I was going to let you stick your tongue inside me, before I fucked you with this tight pussy of mine." You realise what your disobeying has cost you and decide to be more mindful of the rules in future - shocked that I'd go so far to put my underwear in your mouth to keep you quiet.

You feel me move again, spreading your legs before something cold touches your anus. I press one, lubed up finger inside you, fucking you slowly, before adding another, then a third. You feel stretched to the limit, but at the same time, the slight sting as your ass muscles stretch to accommodate my fingers, you feel like you've never been so hard and turned on in your life. You rock your hips against me, fucking your ass on my fingers. Then I remove them.

You groan in frustration, having been so close to orgasm. Then you feel something slightly bigger enter your ass, and you realise that it's the remote controlled vibrating plug that you'd seen me looking at online the week before. This fits easily inside you, and you moan again as you feel the delicious vibrations press the plug against your prostate, giving you the most intense feeling yet.

I move away for a moment again, and you lie there wondering what else I have in store for you tonight.

The next thing you feel is me removing the blindfold. You look at me now, and notice something different. Where the thong had been the last time you saw me, was now a large, 7 inch long strap on.

I remove my thong from your mouth and throw it on the floor before climbing onto the bed to straddle your shoulders. "Suck it", I say, "Suck it all".

You strain your neck to take the head of the dick into your mouth, you let it slide slowly between your lips before you feel me take hold of your head, holding you still as I fuck your face with the strap on dildo. You've never felt so full in your life, a plug in your ass and "my dick" in your mouth. Just as you start to gag, I move away again back to the bottom of the bed.

I slowly pull the plug out of your ass before slamming all 7 hard inches of rubber inside you. You marvel at the thought of it fitting up there, lubed up with a mixture of your saliva and the thicker lube we'd bought before. With one hand still slightly lubed up, I take hold of your dick and pump it in time with pushing the dildo inside you. I fuck you harder and you feel your muscles start to twitch. Just as you spray your cum over your chest, you feel something else.

Something thick and warm shoot into your ass. I pull out of you and lick your cum from your chest, savouring every drop on my tongue. I uncuff you from the bed and allow you a few minutes to recover. Curious, you move your fingers down to feel your recently ravished ass hole. You pull them away to see a creamy white liquid. You look up at me, silently questioning.

"White lube" I reply, with a smile that only rivalled that of your own.

White Lust



When I think about it I really am a little black whore who loves white guys and driving them over the top and then some...

But they can drive me over the top, too.

White men know how to appreciate a black girl, especially when they discover what a real little slut she can be (as I am). 

Us black girls have a reputation to keep up.

You see, our men know how to fuck and do sometimes have humongous dicks but they don't lust after us as white men do. It's the lusting that counts. Our men lust after blonde, white women who they can dominate with their macho attitude and big black dick. I know some white women who are addicted to it. I'm just addicted to sex. 

But those white men...

I have had some very big white cock, as big as any black dick and those guys get so fucking horny when they have black pussy. Mine used to be completely shaved until I learnt that these men love a bushy cunt so I let it all grow back, except for just round the lips so it doesn't get in the way when they are going down on me. My soft, silky, long pubes stick out of the sides of my panties - white of course. It looks so crude and nasty compared with the rest of my sweet demeanour... my angel face, my sweet little voice.

White men do it all so differently. They are just as horny... but they are perverted. And I love it. I love how they discover what a slut I am, little by little, because I don't act that way even though I may dress provocatively. They really don't know what I am but I know when a guy is hitting on me. I can smell his testerosterone. Taste it on my tongue and I tingle...

Let me tell you about Garth.

I met him at Antonia's, a white girlfriend who is into blacks and has fucked a few of my friends. He was visiting with his wife. They lived in Belgium and had come over to London for a week's holiday as Sara, his American woman, had never been to Britain. They were friends of Antonia's.

We turned on to each other immediately. I could feel him lusting after me. There we all were drinking tea as he and I flirted outrageously on the sofa. Sara didn't seem to mind and she was chatting with Antonia who suggested they look over the house. It's a big Victorian one with lots of rooms and a huge garden.

"We're just going to look round, okay?" she said.

Leaving Garth and me alone on the sofa. He is tall, twice my age and very sexy and funny. Makes me laugh all the time, I feel so good with him. We're talking and touching each other on the arms, shoulders, thighs where he leaves his lovely, elegant hand lingering as he looks into my green eyes with his green eyes. And a shuddering sigh escapes me. I want him so bad. I can feel my nipples pucker and my pussy has that oozy feeling. My skin is tingling. Then he gently puts his hand on my nape and I start to melt into him.

In slow motion we kiss... oh, his soft lips and gentle tongue licking at my mouth! His hands moving over my back! I just want to wrap myself around him, want to be taken and used by him. I had fallen madly in lust with Garth. He could do anything to me. My perfect, little chocolate body was his and he could feel that.

His hands are all over my body as I suck on his tongue, whimpering. I'm lying on the couch with my legs spread, my skirt up to my waist as he rubs my pussy, teases it through my panties, fingers pulling at my hairs and I am drooling.

I want him and press my little hands against his groin, fumble with his jeans, the zip, the button, grope into his underpants and grab at his hard cock.

"Oh god, oh god, this is so good!"

We both know Antonia and Sara could come back at any minute but we just don't care. We need to fuck. I pull him over me and guide his cock into my soaking pussy, pulling the side of my knickers apart and he starts to drive into me urgently. He holds my ankles, spreading me wide, getting full access to my cunt... he is using me, taking me, dominating me and I want to scream in pleasure but all I can do is whimper and moan as I suck on his tongue buried deep in my mouth, pull at him and thrust my hips against his, getting all of his cock inside me with each violent stroke.

I was coming as soon as he entered me and the orgasms didn't stop. I peaked when he started to come inside me, grunting and fucking me like an animal. Then I think I did scream.

He laid on top of me, kissing and sucking on my big, black tits and I had my arms around his head telling him I loved him. And I did.

Then we heard Antonia and Sara outside in the garden so we got up to look out the window. They were sitting in deck chairs on the lawn, talking and laughing and as Garth was peeping through the curtains I sank to my knees, with my ass resting on my heels but I was on tip toes, with one arm around his thigh and the other on his balls, a finger rubbing his arsehole as my face reached up and slurped noisily on his cock which I could feel hardening in my wet mouth. He grabbed my head and thrust his white meat into my face, my mouth was wide open, I wanted to swallow him whole - he fucked my mouth and I started coming again. I slipped two fingers into his arse hole and scraped my fingers over his tight balls. I wanted him to come. His cock is fairly big, about eight inches long and quite thick and I wanted to taste every bit of it. My throat opened like my pussy does and I slowly went forward on it till I was pressing my nose against his belly... and I could have taken more. He was jerking into my face, holding onto my head and I just wanted to feel him fill my mouth with his cream, feel him shudder, pump, throb, I wanted to hear him moan and squeeze my head as he used me as a spunk depository... and he did.

I was coming like the rutting slut I was, with one hand rubbing all over my slimy cunt and he just kept on pumping into my mouth. I should have gagged but I relaxed and let it spurt into me - some of it I swallowed and some drooled in strings out of my mouth and hung, swinging from my chin. After he had finished coming he slowly withdrew his empty cock, then scooped up the cum from my face and tendered his sticky fingers to me. I opened my mouth, put out my tongue and lapped at his spunk like a kitten licking up cream.

Then he kissed me deeply and his tongue sucked off the last drops from mine. He licked my face clean, kissing, licking and nibbling at me. There were some splatters on my tits, he nuzzled down my neck, my shoulders until he came to his spunk running towards my nipple. His tongue came out and snaked it all up, then he came back up to my mouth and licked all over my closed lips.

Later we cleaned up and dressed, got some drinks from the fridge and took them out to Antonia and Sara. They had strange smiles.

I remember all this in detail because I have often masturbated whilst replaying it in my mind. He has phoned me a number of times since, too, from Belgium, and we both masturbate over the phone. Sometimes he is with Sara who sucks his cock as we talk dirty.