0 comments/ 101559 views/ 13 favorites Black God By: Asianlove Jill was an anthropologist. She had been in Africa studying a primitive native tribe for two years. Immediately after graduating from college she had come to the remote African jungle. Two things were happening today. The first was her boyfriend, a follow anthropologist who lived in the remote village with her, had gone to one of the big cities on the coast for supplies, and so Jill was alone all week. The second was a big native festival that put all of the people living in the backward little jungle tribe in a particularly good mood, and filled the village with song and dance. Mebeto walked into the little hut Jill shared with her boyfriend, and she knew this was what she had been waiting for, ever since arriving in Africa two years before. Mebeto was beautiful. Jill didn’t know his age, but she estimated he was about eighteen. He had the purest, blackest skin Jill had ever seen, even in Africa, and his skin was as soft and smooth as that of a baby. His face was shy and rather unformed as many of the young villagers appeared. But the most evident aspect about Mebeto was his seven foot four inch frame. Mebeto was a handsome, young giant, and Jill had secretly desired him since she first laid eyes on him two years before. As for Jill she was a thin twenty-eight-year-old woman, with narrow hips that were almost boy-like, small but perky breasts and short blonde hair. She was a self described liberal intellectual. Mebeto walked into the hut wearing his traditional tribal robe, which was red and hung loosely down to his knees. He always had a smile for the pretty female anthropologist and his white teeth shone very bright as he walked in the hut and flashed her a smile. The low ceiling of the hut forced him to bend down a little as he came to Jill’s side. Jill never had really been able to verbally communicate with Mebeto. He spoke a tribal dialect she had not yet learned. However, they had developed a sort of friendship from smile, facial expressions and hand gestures. Jill considered she knew Mebeto very well and that he was her friend. Jill wasn’t sure how to tell Mebeto what she wanted from him now, but she decided to jump right in and see what his reaction would be. She moved up to him and stood before him. She motioned for him to bend down to her, and as he did so she took his young face in her hands and held it. Then she kissed his lips. He tasted good. God he tasted good. And what started off as a light kiss continued into passion. Mebeto didn’t know what to do, but when Jill opened her mouth and played her tongue along his lips he opened his mouth and allowed her to go inside with her probing tongue. She put her hands on his chest and then circled his shoulders, bringing him up closer to her. His tongue was big and wet. The inside of his mouth tasted even better than did the outside. This long passionate kiss was enough to make a quivering start between her legs and she felt her vaginal moistness start to soak into her panties. She brought her searching hands down his chest to the fastener of his robe. She pulled on this and slid the top covering of his robe away from his smooth dark chest. His chest was rippled with muscles, and smooth and soft with no hair on it. She began kissing and licking his chest. She heard him moan, and looked up to see him close his eyes and move back his head. She took one of his black nipples in her mouth and sucked on it, running both of her hands up and down his perfect chest at the same time. Then she switched to his other nipple. She could taste a faint trace of sweat on his chest, and it tasted good, salty and sweet at the same time, with a fragrance to it that made her muscles between her legs start to contract. Slowly she moved her hands down his stomach. His robes were bunched around his waist. Hesitating slightly she moved her right hand toward his groin. The fabric of his robe was light to accommodate him in the heat of the jungle. She could feel easily underneath it, and what she felt caused her to gasp in shock. It was a long pole, as long as Mebeto himself was. How could any man be this long? She had to see him for herself. She wanted to see him naked and standing before her. She wanted to see his member. She looked up at his face and into his eyes. He was a little scared, and so was she, but he was still all right with her advances, so she made up her mind to continue. Jill reached slowly and with some fright under his robes and tried to start loosening them. She ran her hands around him to get a better hold on how to remove his last garment. As she did this her palm brushed something large and throbbing with warmth. Just this small touch almost caused her to have a mini climax inside her pants. She had her arms around him now. Her hands were beneath his robe and feeling the tight muscles of his buttocks, holding them, gripping them, and massaging them. He reached down to help her when he saw she was having trouble getting his bottom robe to fall. In one quick draw of a string he had whisked it off his body. Jill stood back a step in amazement. The god was nude before her, and her eyes had never beheld such glory. Her knees trembled, and a quiver was felt in her stomach at the sight. His body was smooth like black marble. Each line of his body seemed to have been sculpted, and a master artist couldn’t have done better. Every movement he made was so tight and graceful. Jill stared up at her beloved Mebeto, but she could not lower her eyes. She was afraid to look on his manhood. The wonders made her feel complete and like fainting at the same time. Then she watched as Mebeto ran his own hands down his chest, a bright smile on his face all the time. His hands went down lower on his own body, and soon he griped his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times, and held the erection out for her closer inspection. A proud look was on his face. He knew how beautiful he looked to Jill and how well hung he was. Jill took a cautious step up to him and slowly reached her hands out to take his member in her grip. His penis was warm, almost hot, but it felt so strong and good to Jill. She got down on her knees in front of her god to give worship to him. For that his what this man before her had become to her – a fully erect god. She ran her hands up and down the shaft. Mebeto took his hands away and let her go exploring. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along the opening at the center of the tip, moved the member around and licked over the top. Then turning it the other way she licked the bottom and gave it a firm little kiss. Suddenly there was an explosion. This surprised and half-scared Jill. A river of come came rocketing out of the manhood as she held it. Her face was only an inch away from it at the time, and she had been examining it carefully. So she was hit in the middle of the face with the white and warm liquid. It was just a brief spout and she felt it running down her cheeks and chin. Some of it clouted up under a nostril and she had to wipe this away to breathe again. Then she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue and started licking it all off her face. She wiped it with her hand and licked it off her palm and fingertips. Oh his semen tasted so sweet and delicious, soon she had cleaned off her face and licked it all down her throat. She smiled up at Mebeto from her position on her knees before him and nodded her thanks. However, she had also been a little disappointed. He came so soon. That meant she would not be able to do more with him. But when she looked at his cock she was surprised to see that it had lost none of its erection. If anything it was throbbing stronger than before, and was standing straight up, pointed up toward his chest, reaching all the way to his navel. She took it back in her hands and gave it a grateful little kiss right at the tip. She would have to hurry now, because she did not want to loose this opportunity. She climbed up off her knees and stood back from Mebeto. His eyes were upon her, never leaving her. She stepped out of her sandals and was barefoot. She unbuttoned her blouse and shrugged out of it. She reached down to her khaki shorts and unfastened her belt, unsnapped them and ran down the zipper. Then she bent down low taking off the shorts and tossing them aside in a heap. Her bra and panties were all that covered her now. She was a little shy to disrobe further in front of the giant young man. She motioned for Mebeto to lie down on a mat on the floor. He strode over to the mat in long elegant moves, and then was kneeling on one knee atop the mat. Jill joined him there, reaching in front for the clasp of her bra, opening it and taking it off. Before she stepped onto the mat she took off her panties. Both were naked on the mat. She kissed him everywhere and caressed him everywhere, licking and tasting him all over. He squirted semen on her body twice more, in quick but strong and plentiful jets. She realized that his strange self-control must have allowed him to have ejaculations with out actually reaching orgasm. She rubbed his come all over her body. She wanted to bath in it. Mebeto for his part did not really make any moves. He merely lay there and allowed her to explore his body, and when he couldn’t take it anymore would ejaculate on her to relieve some of the mounting pressure. The big moment had finally come. Jill picked up his huge member from where it lay erect on his stomach. She held it straight up in the air with both her hands around the base firmly. Hiking a leg over Mebeto she positioned herself above his penis and sat down on top of him. Oh god, she couldn’t believe it but as she took in the first eight or nine inches (and there was more than just that) she reached a fabulously intense orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted and sucked on his cock head. She stopped her downward positioning for a moment and waited to regain her feeling between her legs. Then she went down on him further. He was too big, and her vaginal opening was too tight, so she could not fit him all inside of her comfortably. But what she was able to encompass in her body felt so incredibly good. She moved a little with the big shaft inside of her and immediately experienced another orgasm. Like a horse she rode him, up and down up and down. He was a good horse too. He never bucked or even moved at all. His hands were at his sides the entire time. She fucked him thoroughly and he allowed her to do so. She could tell by the look on his face that he could probably not take much more. His muscles were starting to tense up, and his mouth was coming open slightly and he was panting. She felt him spray jets of hot semen up into her several times but realized these were just minor ejaculations. Her riding of him was working him up to the big explosion. Her vaginal secretions had thoroughly dampened her walls and she rode him with an ease that increased the lovely feeling. After awhile she lost track of the orgasms she had experienced. Her head was thrown back and she realized she was letting little screams echo forth from her parted lips. Her knees were locked tightly around him. Her inner thighs were contracting from the pulses going through her body. She reached up and grabbed her breasts tightly to have some part of her to hold onto and not be swept away totally. A less brave woman would have stopped the riding after a certain point when the orgasmic pulses became so uncontrollably strong. But she kept moving up and down on that pole that was inside her. She didn’t think she really could bring herself to stop at some point. This was certainly the point of no return for her. She was waiting for the giant man inside her to come. Then she might be able to stop when he receded out of her womb. Otherwise she would ride him through eternity. Her hands were placed palm down on his by now sweaty black chest, and she pushed herself up and down on his engorged pole up her crotch. One final, huge orgasm built in her, and she didn’t think she was going to be able to take this one. At the same time he threw his head back and both Mebeto and Jill screamed out in unison. A hot stream of liquid rocketed up deep inside her and it must have been a gallon, because it came and came and just kept coming. She rode up and down on it and was proud of herself for riding out each wave. Each jet of his semen up the walls of her vagina gave her a stronger contraction. At last she passed out and fell down on top of his smooth shinny chest. She felt her behind still rutting up and down along his shaft even as she lost consciousness. She didn’t know how long she was out but when she awoke the first thing she felt was his penis still inside her. But now he had his arms around her shoulders and was cradling her gently. Her arms had also gone around him and she was holding his naked body to her nude form. Both Mebeto and Jill smiled at each other and kissed long and hard on the mouth, their tongues playing with each other. Jill knew that she would share much with this young black god from this point forward. She felt like she had finally become an official member of their tribe. Black Goddess Strapons Black Man The feel of a strap-on dildo sliding deep into my asshole is one of the things which turn me on the most in this world. And it's got to be a Black woman wearing said strap-on dildo. Otherwise I won't play. Kind of a weird thing for a heterosexual Black man to admit, isn't it? Yeah, I guess I am not your average Black male. The name is Henry L'Amour. The kinkiest Haitian guy on the planet, or so I've been told. And I am a BDSM fanatic. Always have been and always will be. I'm experiencing all manners of torment and pleasure thanks to Mistress Monique Acier. The only practicing Professional Dominatrix of Haitian descent in the Province of Ontario. How I met Mistress Monique is a story in and of itself. I was sitting at the local branch of the Ottawa Community Library. Just browsing through porn. It was early in the morning and my classes at Carleton University are in the early afternoon. I flipped from one porn site to the other. Black man fucking blonde-haired white woman in the ass? Seen that last week. Black Mistress Dominating the hell out of some chubby, wimpy white guy? All too common. Black guy boning big-booty Black woman in a hood setting? Okay but been there done that. White chick fucking weak-looking white guy with strap-on? Yawn. Nerdy white guys running around the hood in a van looking for Black chicks to fuck? Hey, whatever floats their boat. Is there anything in the world of online porn that I haven't seen before? I was about to click off when I finally came across something interesting. A chubby Black woman wearing a black leather outfit while carrying a whip and wearing a strap-on. Kneeling before her was an actual Black man. And she was berating him while he sucked her dildo. Wow. This is definitely not something you see every day. I mentally cursed myself for not finding this site sooner. I watched as the sexy Black Dominatrix later bent the Black dude over and fucked him in the ass with her strap-on dildo. Wow. Amazing. I copied the link to the website and saved it on my Yahoo email account. Then I left the library, feeling quite excited. I had never seen such content before. Oh, I have seen some Black guys getting fucked by white women wearing strap-on dildos but that didn't turn me on. I'm not into white chicks and there's no way in hell I'd let one do me like that. Why? I just don't feel submissive to them. And I don't think they're all that Dominant. Now a Black woman is a whole other matter. Everything about the Black woman screams Dominance. And Black men everywhere know it. It scares us and thrills us at the same time. A lot of Black men can't handle the intensity, that's why they go to white women. Me? I'm all about the Black love, though it's the Black lust that guides my actions most of the time. Yeah, I couldn't forget about that website. In my classes that day, I kept daydreaming about the bossy Black lady with the strap-on dildo Dominating the hell out of that Black dude. I went to visit one of my freaks. This twenty-something, twice-divorced Djibouti chick named Farina Ahmed. She's around five-foot-nine, not quite skinny but still really hot, with light brown skin, almond-shaped brown eyes and a big, round booty. Farina took my mind off the sexy Black Dominatrix. She got right down to business as soon as I got to her apartment. She knelt before me and sucked my long and thick, uncircumcised Black cock. For a Black woman from a Muslim country, Farina is weirdly fascinated by my all-natural dick. I'm proud to be uncut and I love to bone hot bitches with my thick rod. I watched Farina as she polished my cock with her tongue and sucked my balls eagerly. Once I deemed she did a good job, I put her on all fours and fingered her asshole while licking her pussy. A few moments later, I fucked her. I slammed my dick into her moist pussy. The Djibouti slut squealed as I fucked her hard. Farina loves a rough fucking and I don't mind giving it to her. I fucked her until I came, then I fucked her some more. Afterwards, she sucked my dick and licked up all of my cum. A couple of hours later, I left her place. I still couldn't stop thinking about the bossy Black lady I had seen in the online video. So I went home and went back to the link. I learned a bit more about the alluring Black Dominatrix. Mistress Monique was a fascinating character. She described herself as the only Professional Dominatrix of Haitian descent in Ontario on her website. Wow. I was stunned. I didn't know there were freaky ladies like that in the Haitian community. Word. I thought about contacting her to book a session. Excitement won out over fear and I dialled her up. After a few minutes she picked up. I arranged for a discreet session, and I definitely didn't regret it. A few days later, I met Mistress Monique at a motel room near Barrhaven for said discreet encounter. And my sexy Haitian Dominatrix didn't disappoint. She looked really good, too. Five-foot-eleven, chubby but sexy, with deep brown skin, long hair neatly braided into tresses and a big round butt. Her face was cute and friendly, and in a way she kind of reminded me of Hollywood starlet Jill Scott. I must say I was really nervous. Mistress Monique reassured me and we talked for a bit before anything started. She was patient and kindly, like a Sunday school teacher instead of the arrogant and scary lady I had envisioned. Reassured and more turned on than ever, I was ready and eager to begin. Step by step, Mistress Monique and I did our thing. First she introduced me to anal training with a surprisingly gentle probing of my anus with her fingers. She had on latex gloves but I felt everything. It was kind of hot. While fingering my asshole she squeezed my cock and balls. Afterwards, she made me kneel before her and suck her toes while she stroked her strap-on dildo. I couldn't wait for her to stick it inside of me. This was my ultimate fantasy. I wanted her, a strong Black woman, to fuck me, a young Black man, with her dildo. I didn't want some white slut. I wanted her. Mistress Monique thankfully didn't make me wait. A few moments later, she laid me on my back and ordered me to spread them. By them I assumed she meant my legs. I raised my legs in the air. And waited for her. Mistress Monique knelt between my legs, and began applying lubrication all over my asshole. She also applied plenty all over the strap-on dildo. Looking me in the eyes, she asked me if I was ready. Without hesitation I nodded. Grinning, Mistress Monique pressed the dildo against my asshole and pushed it inside. Slowly, inch by inch, she fed my ass her dildo. I stroked my dick as Mistress Monique slowly began fucking me with her strap-on dildo. I can't describe to you how awesome and scary it felt. I mean I can, but I doubt you'll really get it until you, well, get it. Mistress Monique was really patient and gentle as she fucked me in the ass with her dildo. She respected my body while tormenting it. How awesome was that? Overall, I enjoyed myself in the extreme. It was a life-changing experience. It's definitely not the last time I try this. I think I'm gonna put Mistress Monique on speed dial! It was that great. I went home happy as a damn clown. And I properly thanked Mistress Monique for her time. Man, sometimes I wonder if I'm the only Black man out there with such a unique special interest in the bedroom. Somehow, I doubt it. Maybe we should start a club or something. Yeah, that would be funny. Even if other Black guys admitted to liking bossy Black women with strap-on dildos, what would we call ourselves? The outwardly macho yet sexually submissive Black men's club? It would never work. Nope. I think my unique sexual interest is going to stay secret. It's between me, you and Mistress Monique. Black Godhead Hello, there. My name is Carl Haworth. Well, in this life anyway. I have so many names. The Conqueror. The Destroyer. The God of Travels. The Master. Take your pick. Call me by any name, I'm here for only one purpose. Your destruction, of course. I'm a six-foot-tall, slender and very good-looking black man living in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborhood of Boston. I work as a leading executive on State Street. I make six hundred thousand dollars a year, after taxes. I'm a bachelor who doesn't look a day over thirty. And I'm also a monster. This here is my story. I've been alive for thousands of years, folks. I was born around 6700 B.C. in Central Africa. I lived with my tribe, the Tonga People in a vast plateau. We were a simple people leading simple lives. Hunting and gathering. Then one day, I discovered that I was different. Somehow, nature blessed or cursed me with extraordinary powers. I discovered that I could do things other people could only dream of. I am invulnerable, for one thing. Nothing can hurt me. Not bullets or flames. Not poisons or any kind of weapons I can think of. I can run really fast. Last time I checked, I clocked myself at three hundred and sixty six miles per hour. I also possess superhuman strength. Oh, I can't lift a truck or anything like that but I have the combined physical strength of ten to fifteen strong men. I can't fly, though. Never could and never will. That's okay. I have an ability which to me is far better than flying. I can teleport myself virtually anywhere. Teleportation is far superior to flight, and quicker. It's my favorite power. It lets me be virtually everywhere at once. It makes me an unstoppable force. Don't let the super powers fool you, folks. I'm no superhero. Far from it. Trust me on that one. When I discovered my powers, I displayed them before the Tonga Tribe. They saw me as the Avatar of Khaton-Somer, the God of War. And as such, I was worshiped as a deity. These were good times, folks. I loved the power I had over my tribesmen. They wouldn't dream of refusing me anything. I'm not some moralist buffoon who would pass up a good thing. I enjoyed myself to the max, folks. Most of you would have done the same thing in my position. The tribe sent nubile young men and women to the Great Temple where I lived. All for my pleasure. Let me tell you how much fun I've had. I took a different person to my bed every night. My preference was for tall, muscular, black-skinned young men and tall, big-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black women. I must say it was good living. Sometimes, I took one of each and enjoyed them at the same time. Why limit oneself? One night I took to my bed a tall, slim young black man named Kal and a tall, chubby and fat-bottomed young black woman named Soraya. In my eyes, they were just right. Kal was pretty in the face and had a sculpted, definitely sexy body. As for Soraya, her face was okay but it was her thick body, big tits and huge ass that interested me. I could care less about a woman's face. Tits and ass is all I want. We had a lot of fun together. I sat on my throne and ordered them to undress. I sat there, watching their naked bodies. Yes, I must say that I liked what I saw. In a flash, I was upon them. They gasped in shock. I smiled. The wonders of teleportation will never cease to amaze me. How else would you explain how , in the same day I can toss snowballs from a European mountaintop, swim beneath a glacier in the Arctic and slaughter an entire pride of lions in the African savannah just for kicks? Kal and Soraya knelt before me, as they had been taught to do. Kneel before your god, oh lowly mortals. I undressed before them. All six feet and one hundred and ninety pounds of me. I looked at my faithful worshipers. I ordered them to lift their heads and gaze upon me. And they did. Kal and Soraya gasped when they saw my cock. My twelve inches of super-thick, uncircumcised black man power. As god of the tribe, I banned the practice of circumcision six hundred years ago. All males were all-natural among my worshipers. The way mother nature designed them. The way all men should be. I lay on the leonine skin-covered temple floor with Kal and Soraya. We got down and dirty, as they say. I made them both suck me off. Kal sucked my cock while Soraya licked my balls. In no time, they got me hard as hell. Then it was just a question of who was going to get fucked before the other. First, I had a go with Kal. I put the sexy black stud on all fours and spread his ass cheeks wide open. I lubricated his asshole, then pushed my cock inside. Soraya watched, fingering her pussy as she did. I could tell the fat black chick was turned by the sight of a black hunk like me sodomizing a skinny punk like Kal. Yeah, the bitch got off on it. She would get hers soon enough. I gripped Kal's hips and slammed my dick deep inside his asshole. Kal squealed as I fucked him in the ass. His hole felt supple around my dick so I could tell he was no damn virgin. I fucked him in all kinds of positions. I lay flat on the floor and he impaled himself on my dick. I put my arms around him and thrust deep into him. I love the feel of a tight ass around my dick. Honestly, I don't give a damn who the ass belongs to. Kal's ass gripped my dick like a vise. We went at it until I came, flooding his asshole with my cum. The punk squealed louder than I'd ever heard a man scream. I laughed and playfully smacked his ass. Slowly, I squeezed my cock out of his asshole. He grunted as I exited his rectum. I stroked my cock. Now, I was ready for round two. Part of being superhuman meant I recovered a lot faster than normal men. I could go all night and beyond when it came to rough sex. Word up. I gestured for Soraya to come to me. Kal sat in a corner and watched as the big black woman did as she was told. I made her suck my cock, right after it had been up Kal's queer ass. Soraya wrinkled her nose but did as commanded. I wanted her to taste Kal's ass on my dick because her ass was my cock's next destination. For real. I thrust my cock down Soraya's throat. The fat black chick definitely had some talent when it came to oral sex. She was able to deep throat my twelve inches with only slight discomfort. I rammed it all the way to the back of her throat, making her gag a little bit. It was fun. To top things off, I came all over her face. Soraya looked stunned. I laughed nastily and told her to drink it. The look on her face was priceless but I had a lot of fun. Next, I made her get on all fours. Face down and fat ass up. The way all them big gals should be once in a while. I took a good look at her. I love watching big black women with big butts in this position. I came up behind her and roughly spread her plump black butt cheeks wide open. Then I eased my cock into her asshole. Oh, man. Soraya's asshole felt so warm and tight around my cock. I gripped her wide hips and began pumping my cock into her butt hole. I love fucking big black women in the ass with my big black cock and if doing this is wrong then I don't want to be right. Soraya screamed as she felt my cock stretching her tight asshole. I must say that I love that sound. Folks, I got a confession to make. I've always been a fan of the practice of anal sex. It doesn't matter if my lover is male or female, I will fuck them in the ass. Lately, I've discovered something which puzzled me. I seem to get more enjoyment out of fucking a female asshole than a male one. Particularly the asshole of a big woman with a fat ass. Or a fat woman with a big ass. Same difference. What can I say? They have the tightest assholes in the world. A big woman's asshole grips your cock just right. And that's the way I like it. Gleefully I slammed my cock into Soraya's asshole. It felt great. I loved it. So much that by way of thanks, I flooded her rapidly expanding formerly tight asshole with a torrent of cum. Am I generous or what? Afterwards, I told her and Kal to get the hell out of my sight. And this, folks is how much fun I had as the god of the Tonga Tribe. Thousands of years ago, I ruled my part of the world with absolute power. My domination over these people was absolute. And that's why I can never be a superhero. I love having power over people. I love making them do whatever I want. And I hate it when they don't know their place. I'm the only one of my kind in the world. Throughout time, I've been a god, a warlord and a prince. I've also been a king in many countries. Hell, I was once a Pharaoh in ancient Egypt. I simply love power. I still haven't lost my taste for it in the twenty first century. I'm the CEO of a major corporation and thousands of men and women owe their livelihood to my will, and whim. That's power. Black Gold My wife and I had been married for three great years. We were high school sweathearts in the middle of small town USA. She is the only woman I have been with and I was the only man who she had had. I was a normal looking guy, dark hair, average height and weight. My wife was a cute little blonde. She had shoulder length hair and a nice little body. She was petite with a nice little rack. She looked alot like Christina Aguilera except she dressed much more conservative. Our sex life was good as we had that special bond of only making love to each other. We were very excited when an old friend from high school called and invited us for a weekend at his cabin to swim and fish and water ski. When we arrived that friday, I was glad to see some of our old friends from school. The cabin was huge and had four bedrooms and two bathrooms. The lake was great and the weather was perfect. We knew most of the people and all totaled there was about nine of us. Shane's parents were rich and he was able to get the cabin on off weekends. We all visited and drank various alcohol beverages. I was not big on water sports but it was nice to get away for awhile. Me and the misses got one of the rooms and that night we got to bed early to get ready for a fun filled saturday. We got up early and joined evryone out on the beach. My wife was wearing a modest one piece suit and she looked great. I didn't notice that I wasn't the only one who had his eyes on her. J.T. was a friend of Shane's. They worked together and became good friends. They were polar opposites. Shane was a short red headed guy with fair skin and a medium build. J.T. was a black guy with dark black skin and an athletic build. Coming from a small town in the midwest, none of us knew any african americans but we all seemed to get along well. J.T. grew up in the inner city and was a street wise kid. He benefitted from an outreach program that enabled him to go to college and find a good job. J.T. was recently dumped by his girl friend. It seemed that one sunday he was watching a preseason football game and as the camera panned away from the action to go to a commercial, it fixated on a beautiful white cheerleader. Dressed in the home colored two piece, the little blonde jumped around cheering for her team. J.T. became obsessed with what he saw. He wondered what it would be like to bed a little blonde white girl. As days passed his fantasy grew stronger. He never even dated out side of his race before. He became distant and his girlfriend became outraged when she found out what was occupying his mind. Many attempts at bars yielded no returns. As time went by, J.T. started to let go of his fantasy but never really forgot about it. Fast forward to today. At this weekend getaway at his friend's cabin, J.T. noticed my wife. She fit the excact description he was looking for. Besides parading around shirtless, showing off his athletic body, I hardly noticed the man. We all participated in different activities and when I was apart from my wife, J.T. would make small talk with her. When I went out on the boat, he would lay out on the beach with her. When I fished off the dock, he went out on the boat with her. There were nine different people out and about so I never really noticed that he was following her around like a puppy. We all were drinking all day and into the night so the last thing on my mind was to baby sit my wife. She didn't think nothing of it at first. She made small talk with him on the beach and on the boat. When she was out swimming, he was to. With the effects of the alcohol kicking in, she didn't think twice about the fact that he seemed to be "touchy, feely" out in the water. Only later when she was inside with the girls did one of them tease her about the fact that J.T. seemed to have a crush on her. One of the girls even joked, "be careful, once you go black, you never go back". They all laughed and seemed to forget about it. Meanwhile out by the grill, the boys were drinking beer and bullshitting. I noticed that J.T. didn't drink but I didn't think twice about it. As the evening went on, we ate and played cards. Someone put a movie on and some people went into the living room to watch it. The drinking got heavy and one by one, people went to bed. J.T. had the couch so he was watching the movie with a few others, including my wife. I was feeling really drunk so I told my wife that I was going to bed. She said that she would be up in a minute as she was laughing at something J.T. said. I didn't think twice and went to our room. J.T. was laying it on thick and at first my wife just kind of liked the attention. After what the other girls said, she noticed that he took to her. She would never cheat on me and she wasn't even sure she could with a black man, but she found him interesting. As they joked and watched tv, she continued to sip on wine coolers and soak up his attention. It reminded her of when we were teenagers and I was trying to catch her eye. After some time, they were the only two awake. J.T. was sitting there wearing some baggy shorts and my wife was in a small sun dress. My wife was not a big drinker so the alcohol was really started to kick in. She leaned back into the couch as J.T. saw his opportunity. He pulled my wife against him and started to rub her shoulders and back. My wife was somewhat startled but the massage felt good and although they were alone, people were sleeping in adjoining rooms. As my wife leaned her head back, she took a deep breath. J.T.'s eyes locked onto her precious breasts, which filled out the sun dress nicely. As he rubbed her shoulders he could feel how warm and soft her pearly white skin was. He also noticed no sign of a bra. My wife never wore a bra with this particular dress. She felt the strength of his hands and was somewhat turned on by the contrast in their skin colors as his dark black hands caressed her white shoulders. She rested her head back against his shoulder as he could smell the fragrance in her hair. As one hand gently squeezed her shoulder the other hit the power button on the remote. The room was quiet and darkened but with the big light on outside the cabin and the full moon, you could still see around you. My wife was fully aware of what was happening but with her inhibitions lowered, she thought it would be kind of fun to tease this black man. She knew she could shut him down when she wanted so she was curious as to how far he would try to take it. As she layed back against him he continued to rub her shoulders. She shut her eyes and almost giggled when he obviously tried to slide the strapes of her dress down her shoulders. When the a strap would fall she just raised her arm and it would jump back into place. J.T. leaned his head down against hers and started to breath into her ear. His warm breath kind of turned her on as she braced her self with her hands and squeezed his inner thigh. J.T. grabbed her by her small waist and lifted her so she was sitting up higher. My wife let her head tilt back down his shoulder as he started to slowly breath down her neck. He left his hands down around her waist as she rested her arms on top of his. He was amazed by her tight little body as it felt more feminine than any of the black girls he was with. My wife wanted to make sure she knew where his powerful hands were at all times. As he breathed down her neck, my wife turned her face away from him, giving him a clear shot from her ear down her neck. She had to admit it felt good being in his powerful embrace and his warm breath on her fair skin was making her feel hot. J.T. slowly started to nibble at her ear. The warm sensation she felt sent a tingle down her spine. As he continued to nibble on her ear she raised her arm up and caressed his head with her hand. He instinctively slid his hand up her waist and against her filled breast. My wife quickly retrieved his hand and pulled it back down to her waist as she whispered no. J.T. now knew he had to work overtime to seduce my wife. She was thinking that she was in control and she would dictate the actions. She still had no intentions of cheating on me but she just wanted to see what it was like in another man's arms. J.T. was impressed with how firm my wifes heavy breast was. He thought to himself that the black women he has been with had tits that size or bigger but not near as firm. As J.T. continued to work on her ear he started to gently lick her lucious neck. He slowly licked and sucked his way up and down her neck, savoring his first taste of a white girl. My wife squeezed his arms and let out a small sigh as his warm wet tongue felt so good. He licked her ear lobe and continued onto her neck. He would lick and suck and kiss gently on her neck and up to her chin. He then would travel around to her ear and even acrossed her shoulder. He noticed that when he licked across her shoulder her shoulder strap slid down and she didn't raise it back up. He felt he was making progress and started to become a little more aggressive in his attack. With her one strap down, he could see the top of her incredibly firm right breast. He had his fantasy right where he wanted her. J.T. had no doubt that if he took his time, he would be able to seduce my wife. On the other hand my wife was feeling totally hot by his agressive oral assault on her neck. His large lips and warm tongue sent shivers right through her as they continued to feed off her neck, ear and shoulder. Her skin glistened with his saliva as he continued tasting my wife. As he made another trip to her chin, J.T. slowly started to kiss her. He kissed her lightly on the chin, cheek , and nose. My wife turned her head toward him as he slowly leaned in and lightly kissed her soft lips. Electicity shot through their bodies as there lips touched for the first time. Her lips were small he thought but he was aroused by his progress. My wife was turned on by his thick, wet lips as she decided that she would allow him to make out with her. She had never even kissed another man and making out with a black man was so forbidden that it, for some reason, turned her on. As their lips melted into each others, J.T. ran his has hands over her waist, across her expanded rib cage and aroound her back. He was in awe over the tightness of her body. My wife lifted her arms around his neck and slowly opened her mouth. With the open invitation, J.t. let his tongue slide into my wifes mouth and search out hers. When their tongues met it was almost magical. They aggressively licked each other's tongue as blood rushed to their loins. J.T. was fastly becoming hard and my wife started getting wet. They held each other tight as they powerfully kissed. They would only retreat for a second to catch their breath, then they would open their mouths and continue to lick each others tongues. J.T. liked the fact that this white woman's mouth seemed smaller than those of black women. My wife liked his big long tongue that continuously overmatched hers as it licked deep inside her mouth. As my wife's arms were stretched up around his neck, J.T. reached down and squeezed her left breast. The feeling of his powerful grasp around her tight breast had a sobering affect on my wife. She pulled back and brought his hand away from her and whispered, " let's just kiss". As my wife sat up to look around to see if any body was awake, J.T. felt confident that his patience would pay off. Satisfied that no one knew what was going on, my wife sat down, facing J.T.. They slowly leaned in and went at it again. He held her head as she gripped his wrists. The kiss was so intense that you could almost see steam rising out. They licked deeply into one another as they seemed to be sucking the life out of each other. As they continued making out, my wife ran her hands down his powerful arms and to his muscular shoulders. His tough black skin felt strong as it contrasted her white glow. J.T. dropped his hands off her head and wrapped them around her waist. Like most women my wife liked to be held as she pushed her body against his. She kissed with more aggression as his black body felt so powerful against hers. Her firm tits pressed in against his chest as he wanted to rip into this little white package. He ran his hands down her back as he kissed deep into her. J.T. hands lowered as he started to feel my wifes hot little ass. It was here that he noticed the biggest difference between this white woman and his previous black women. No matter their size, his black women had big round booty's. This tight little ass was firm and he really wanted to rip into it. As they passionately made out, J.T. was surprized that my wife allowed him to feel her ass. Meanwhile, she was really getting into it as she could tell by his powerful grasp that he loved what he had. With a powerful tug, J.T. lifted my wife up against him as she tilted her head back and he started feverishly licking her neck. As he lifted my wife he pressed in against her. It was here that she first felt his enormous bulge against her. As he licked down her neck she was in shock by the massive size of his package. She went numb as she realized he was packing serious heat. Meanwhile, J.T. had worked his way down her neck and was now lapping her up at the top of her firm mounds. She leaned into him, lowering her breasts down away from him in the process. She whispered, "slow down" as she buried her head against his. For the first time she felt a little out of control. Sensing this, J.T. agressively turned and pushed her against the couch. With his hands firmly grasping her sweet ass and holding her up, my wife slid her legs out and around his, allowing for his tremendous bulge to press against her sweetness. She moaned at the power she felt between her legs. With her shoulder straps down, her firm cleavage was at eye level with him. Her mind was racing as he was looking at her loosely covered fun bags as a predator would a prey. Trying to decide how far she would let this get, she lowered her head and started to kiss him. J.T. raised up to meet her sweet lips as his actions allowed for him to press his best asset harder against her. She no doubt was fully aware of it as he felt another moan escape her lips as he took them against his. With the fire burning between her legs and the confidence she could stop this at anytime, my wife decided to let him take the next base. She released her lips from his and leaned back as J.T. licked down her neck. As he reached up to her straps, she now was held up only by his tremendous bulge. She closed her eyes as J.T. eagarly pulled my wife's sundress down. He watched intently as her tremendous fun bags released themselves from the confides of her dress. She knew they were at there best as the cool night air combined with the intensity of the evenings events, had her nipples swollen and erect. J.T. was mesmerized by the beauty of a white womans bust. My wife's breasts looked bigger than they were because they were so round and firm and she had such a petite little body. He was astonished at the size of her dark swollen nipples. J.T. reached up and gave them a slight squeeze as the contrast of color made him hot. My wife's body contracted to his touch and he noticed her upper abdominal muscles flex. He knew he had to have my wife. J.T. lowered in and took her right breast into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue and the sensation of his big lips against her tight tit sent my wife into a shudder. She really wanted him to take her tits against his big tongue and suck. J.T. didn't disappoint her as he licked her swollen nipple to maximum attention and went in for the kill. My wife moaned and bucked against his bulge as he started to agressively suck her tits. He alternated from one to the other, sucking her tits and licking her nipples. She threw her arms back over her head and arched her back, allowing for her tits to grow and jet skyward. She looked down to watch as this black man was licking her swollen nipples as his saliva was dripping everywhere. He grabbed her rib cage and slowly dropped her dress lower. He loved the way her rib cage expanded and her little body displayed such heavy tits. He returned to her lips and deeply kissed her as he squeezed my wifes ample fun bags. J.T. lowered my wife and layed her on her back as if to put her in the position. As she lay on her back looking up at this powerful black man she knew what he was thinking. His loose fitting shorts was pitching a ferocious tent. Although she no doubt wanted to, she didn't think she could. She loved her husband and wanted to stay true to him. Plus, this was not the time or place as people were scattered everywhere and someone might notice what was going on if they hadn't already. As J.T. reached down and pulled her dress down more she stopped him. She whipered to him that this was as far as they could go. Frustration clouded his mind as he wanted to plow into this little cock tease anyway. But his cooler head prevailed and as he noticed her toned abs he decided to stay on course. She said, "lets just lay together". As he lowered on top of my wife, she decided that this was a dangerous position. She moved over so that her body was against the back of the couch and he could lay next to her. Her tits were still exposed as they took on a spent look from his intense sucking. J.T. wasted no time as he squeezed her tits and went in to continue their intense make out session. My wife relaxed as she felt she dodged a major bullet. She now felt back in control and really got into it with J.T.. They were feeling each other up and kissing passionately. She would re-route him if he got to close to her sweet love canal but she allowed him to have his liberties anywhere else. She was at it to, grabbing his ass and feeling all over his deep black muscular body. She wasn't a bad enough cock tease to grab his massive tool, but she wanted to. She was very turned on to see her white glow against his black darkness. He reached down and pulled her dress up enough to expose her panties. He grabbed her ass and lifted her one leg onto him. He noticed that she liked to press into his massive bulge. Just as he thought, my wife lifted herself onto him a little bit, just enough to bump uglies with him. He was surprized to see her move her dress out of the way. He knew that this was his meal ticket. My wife started to burrow down on his bulging tool as she licked his neck. J.T. grabbed her ass and pulled her tightly against him causing her to moan. She started to suck his neck with more aggression as he continued to rock her against his massive crank. She seemed to really like the dry sex bit. Meanwhile, my wifes pussy was on fire. She was extremely wet and loved the way it felt to press against his huge manhood. She felt like she was doing him a favor by dry humping him but she was the one who was really benefiting from it. J.T. knew this and soon she was agressively spreading her leg around him so she could better feel his bulge against her wet snatch. She continued dragging herself against his length as she continued to suck his neck. As my wife was exploding with passion, J.T. abruptly stopped her. He whispered that they should slow down. He turned the tables on her as she looked down to notice his enormous bulge had wet spots on it. She grudgingly agreed and they went back to making out. Every once in a while, she would attempt to rub up against him but he wouldn't let her. She was going out of her mind. She really wanted him but knew she couldn't. J.T. knew she was on the ropes. He methodically licked down her chest and to her abs. As he licked across her abdominal muscles that lightly protruded, he lifted her leg onto his shoulder. The scent of heat was strong as he felt the back of her leg and ass. His thumb was within an inch from her wet snatch but she didn't move it. My wife had already decided that he could take her to third base. Black Gold Feeling confident, J.T. lowered a bit, licking his way down her body. He allowed for his thumb to brush against her panties and rub her wet pussy. Feeling his thumb against her furness, my wife moaned and climbed up his face a bit. The invite was obvious and with a powerful pull, J.T. ripped my wife's panties off her sweet pussy. He pulled the dress up her body and looked at his first white cunt. My wife shut her eyes and moaned as she quietly begged for him to eat her out. Her thick blonde bush was drenched as her sweet snatch looked small to him. He thought that the reason black women had a bigger booty was to enable them to handle big black cocks. He almost blew his wad thinking about how tight my wife was. J.T. leaned in and split my wifes cunt lips with his big tongue and licked deeply. He savored the taste of his first white woman as my wife squeeled in delight. His big tongue almost made her cream the moment it touched her tight little fur trap. She pushed down on his head as he started to lick her out. Her body started to spasm as he sucked on her pussy. Her body tingled as she instantly went into an orgasm. He didn't slow down as he aggressively lapped her joy juice up and ate her out. He lifted her leg into the air to spread her out and allow for more room to lick. She was moaning as she pushed his head deep into her and began to slide around as he licked her deep. He found her quivering clit and really went to work. She was panting like a dog as he ate her out. She smelled good to him and tasted even better. He licked her wet cunt until he had her to the edge. He then made his way up her body and deeply kissed her again. He almost lost his cool when she whispered frantically, "please don't fuck me". He couldn't believe it. My wife pleaded, "I want to but I just can't". This little married white whore was now starting to get to him. He reached down and pulled the string to his shorts and kicked them off, displaying a gigantic black cock. My wife stared at it as if she seen a ghost. It was extremely long and thick. It had to be over 10 inches long and jet black. It was the most powerful looking love muscle she had ever seen. J.T. played his last card and it was an ace. Trying to hold on to our marrital fidelity, my wife eagarly said "I'll suck your dick". This was music to his ears, as J.T. rolled onto his back. My wife hurried down his body and pulled his cock straight up into the air. She was double fisting his huge black meet when she lowered in and took it's massive black head into her mouth. They both moaned as my wifes soft wet mouth wrapped around his massive black cock and took it in. J.T. gleefully watched his fantasy come true as my wife started to slowly bob her head and take in his incredible black staff. As he watched my wife's overmatched mouth slide up and down on his mammouth black cock, he now knew why black women had such big mouths. Although she had only sucked my dick before, my wife was really doing a number on his big black cock. She worked hard not to gag as she took his black meat deep into her throat. She instinctively withdrew and spitted on his massive black member, coating it with her tongue so she could slide more of him down her throat. She really started top bob up and down, faster and faster. His huge black dick spread her mouth and throat to the max as she barely was able to get it passed her tonsils. J.T. grabbed her hair as my wife pushed her head down. He was amazed by the way her next expanded as she took his big black cock deep down her throat. My wife retreated and gasped for air as his huge black manhood was slimey with her saliva. She did her best sword swallowing act as she took his big black dagger deep down her thoat repeatedly. He started to feel his cock swell as my wife started to lick up and down his long black staff. He knew he was close as she continued her oral attack. He wasn't sure if he could get to fuck her so he definately was going to give her an interracial facial. My wife never swallowed so she had no idea what was in store for her. She just kept sucking that big black snake like she couldn't get enough of it. She really started bobbing again when he started to tense up. She noticed his black cock thicken in her mouth but she had no idea what was comming. He held her head down as she took his black cock deep down her throat and he exploded. She could feel a tremendous burst down her throat and a warm burn deep within. As she pulled back she tasted his warm thick cum that was continually shooting into her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow. As she tasted his cum he unloaded his gun into her face. He was shocked when she seemed to prefer it in her mouth. My wife lifted his big black cock and emptied it into her mouth. She swallowed all she could and licked it clean. She started to bob on it again as J.T. now knew he was going to fuck her. She sucked his massive black tool until it regained it's size. She then raised up and layed next to him with a "didn't I do good" look on her face. He grabbed her tight little body and positioned her on top of him. My wifes slippery pussy was sliding up and down on top of his long shaft as it layed on his stomach. I really believe that she still didn't plan on fucking him until he slid her down to the base of his balls and lifted his enormous black cock straight in the air. As if she was in a trance, my wife knew what was expected of her. Using the couch for balance, she lifted herself up, almost to a standing position over his mighty black cock. She lowered a little, enough for him to drag his enormous cock head through her drenched gash. She purred at the sweet sensation she felt by having her wet inner sanctum massaged by a thick black cock. If she wasn't so wet there would be no way his huge black cock could fit into her tight white love canal. As his fat cock head found her tight hole she instinctively lowered herself. My wife moaned loudly as her tight cunt accepted his huge mounting stick. Her cunt lips stretched to the max as she lowered herself further. A strong adreneline rush ripped through her veins as she was taking in another man's cock. J.T. was amazed at her change of heart as she really worked to get him inside of her. She continuously lowered and raised herself, sliding up and down on his massive black meat missle. She hit the four inch mark and really started to struggle. The intense feeling of her cunt stretching over his thick black cock was making her weak. J.T. sensed her struggles and grabed her small waist and steadied her for the ride. He lifted her up and down on his big black cock. My wife started trembling as his black manhood peaked her inner most carnal desires. My wifes cunt worked feverishly to adjust to his enormous size. Feeling comfortable it could handle him, she lowered down as his big black cock easily passed her husbands depth. She raised slightly then slid down his enormous black pole. She took him in deeply but hadn't fit it all in yet. As she has never felt such a long, thick cock inside of her before, something inside of her clicked. His massive black meat pushed her to the limits and she was now ready to get down to some serious fucking. She bounced up and down as his big black rod slid in and out of her stretched white cunt. My custom fit pussy was being resized. She rode his cock like she was in a rodeo. She couldn't get enough of his thick black cock. J.T. watched in excitement as he was stretching a tight white sluts cunt with his massive black cock. Her cunt felt so sweet to him as it gripped his cock tightly and started to really adjust to his enormous size. As she rode on his pole, he watched intensely as his thick cock glistened with her juices. Everytime my wife landed, J.T. could here a splash. He couldn't take it anymore as he wanted to really let her have it. J.T. rolled my wife over so he was on top of her and started to fuck her brains out. As he powerfully thrusted, he repeated landed all he had into her narrow passage. My wife screamed in delight as he pounded her pussy with his black cock. The intense feeling of being fucked by a large black cock made my wife have one orgasm after another. J.T. had to hold on to her as she could lay still. He held her waist as he powerfully thrusted his black meat into her faster and faster. My wife was bucking wildly as she moaned in delight. J.T. was amazed by how hot and wet he was making my wife. He pulled out of her and rolled her trembling body over. My wife was in spastic ecstacy as her body was creaming out of control. He couldn't believe it as he looked down and seen his gigantic black cock as big and hard as he has ever seen. It was so sticky with my wifes juices dripping from it. She begged him for it as he raised her to all fours and mounted her from behind. She arched her back and moaned as he easily landed his huge black cock into her swollen drenched cunt. He loved how her tight little white body looked as he hammered away with his black heat. My wifde buried her face into the cushions to muffle her constant moans as J.T. sawed her in half. He couldn't take it anymore as my wife's sweet puusy was the best he has ever had. With a mighty thrust, he landed all he had inside of her. His muscular black body tensed as his testicle exploded. As my wife, barely able to speak, cried out "pull out!", J.T. shot load after load of his thick warm cum into her quivering body. He pulled her against him as hard as he could as his tremendous black cock emptied inside of her yearning pussy. His sperm devoured her egg as they both collapsed physically, emotionally and sexually drained. His huge cock was still at home in her obliviated pussy as their bodies meshed into one. With his black seed planted deep within my wife's womb, J.T. pulled out of her. His thirteen inches of swinging death glistened as he lived out his fantasy. My wife was sweating and her cunt was dripping as he helped her back into her clothes. I woke up the next morning with my wife next to me. I knew she had been drinking but I have never seen anybody have such a hard time recovering from a hang over. She could barely walk! We left early that sunday and went home. It took her a few days to recover but things went back to normal. A month later we found out we were expecting our first child. I can't wait to see who it resembles. Black Gold The world was quiet and dim. All about her were whispers and shadows as the Drow warrior made her way to the weapons shop of Belariath. What would she find within? Would she finally gain the prize she was paying for with her soul? The door opened easily, and all was quiet inside. She walked in, closing the door behind her and pressing it tightly to its doorframe. Making sure it would not open in a chance wind. Careful and slow, the ebon skinned girl turned to look within the weapons shop. All along the walls were racks and shelves of weapons. Some were ornate in their design. Many were nothing but simple examples of death-dealing devices. But these were not the prizes she sought. As her ice blue eyes adjusted to the darkness, seeing into it like a nocturnal beast might, the dark elf spied what it was she had come to see. And to do more. Behind the wooden counter of the shop stood a man made of cat and elf. His tawny body was covered with a shining golden fur, and cut by triangular slices of black. The fur was soft, she knew, and close to his skin. She had felt that fur, had run her slender fingers over its supple texture, and dragged her tongue through its tufts. And she had to do it again. It was the only reason for being here. His face was lifted now as he looked at her standing at the door, the elven heritage within his heart spoken truest here. His slitted eyes, tiger-yellow and bright, inquisitive. Behind them lay an intelligence few suspected or ever could come to grasp. His cheekbones were slender and well defined by the shadowy hollows of his cheeks, his face thinner than most cat people could truthfully lay claim to. And his lips, sensual and full, despite the nuances of cat blood raging fully in his veins. She stepped closer, coming out of the shadows the doorway harbored. With careful fingers she pulled the hood of her cloak down and let the white avalanche of her hair spill around her shoulders. The Drow smiled, and the cat smiled back. "Hello, Miss. Is there something I can help you with?" "So I'm back to being Miss again, am I?" She took a few steps forward, moving closer to the counter as she undid the clasp of her cloak at her throat. She lifted the loose garment up onto the counter, draping it across while never releasing the cat's gaze. He burned, she knew. He had to. How could he not feel the heat between them? Memories of grasses and stars and a moonlight sky heaving as their bodies rocked had tormented her all day now. And the dark elf knew she had to indulge in his pleasures again, and soon, or she may just starve. She ran a finger up his chest and under his chin, drawing that pouting mouth closer and closer. He was so close now, leaning towards her over the counter, that she could smell his sweet breath, feel the heat of air from his flat nose. "Tell me you want me, that you miss me like I have missed you," she whispered. And her voice came across more desperate than she wanted. But with him this close, so close, she couldn't hold back the need for him that had been burning in her belly, all day. "I want you," he purred. "My dark angel, I want you very much..." He put his hands on her arms and pulled her around the counter, until she was looking up into his eyes, lost in his gaze and embrace. Then he was leading her to the bed. He didn't have to ask her what she wanted anymore. She knew it was clear to him now. As she stood in the backroom of the shop, by the bed, she eyed him warily, predator to prey. Or maybe it was the other way around. Suddenly her libido wasn't sure, and didn't care. She began to peel off her clothing. Her leather tunic fell to the floor. Her leggings slipped down her slender legs. And she stood before him wearing the undergarments he had purchased for her himself. A brassiere with black leather straps cupped her full breasts in a veiled gauzy material, her dark nipples showing through the delicate netting. The panties that covered her white downy mons were also see-through in the front. At the back, though, they rode up with a leather strap right between her buttocks. All for him, she thought to herself, shivering. Others might see it, might touch it and revere it. But none would appreciate it as he did. Reaching behind her back, she undid the brassiere's metal clasps and let it fall to the floor. Then she hooked her thumbs in her panties and inched them down, her blue eyes locked to his fiery yellows. Then she crawled onto the bed, on all fours, looking at him as she lay on her side. "Come," she beckoned with her voice, soft and sultry. "Be with me..." She watched him through the shadows of the room as he dropped his belt onto the floor near the bed, then lowered his leggings. Then he was climbing onto the bed, his great weight causing it to creak, his height putting his head beyond hers and his legs off the foot of the bed. "My angel," he purred in her ear, his hand running up her arm, his retractable claws dragging along the blue of her skin. The dark elf shivered, closing her eyes and nuzzling his neck. She reached her hands down below his lower abdomen, and began to stroke along his furry groin. Slowly, his thick red member poked out of its fleshy sheath. She stroked her blue fingers over the bulbous red tip, feeling the moist precum there and rubbing it around and around over the smooth, tight skin. This one person could make her most sensual desires come true, she knew. And then one of those desires, one of those fantasies, presented itself in her mind and would not stop screaming for attention. Carefully, the dark elf rolled over until she was pressing her back against the cat, wriggling her bottom against his groin. "Do you want all of me? All parts of me?" He purred in her ear, grinding his cock head against one of her ass cheeks as his pawed hands continued to brush up and down her arms. "I want you, my angel." "But do you want all of me..." He shivered, feeling her suggestive words ringing in his own wants and needs. "I would be afraid to test the limits of what we have done," he whispered. His lips found her ear, tugging, as his hands found her breasts, caressing. And she sighed, contentedly, confidently. "Nothing is sacred," she whispered, lifting one leg up, back, and over his hip. For a moment the cat elf did not respond. Then his tongue was hot against her ear. "Everything about you is sacred, angel," he moaned. "If I am sacred, like a goddess or a temple," she replied. "Then I beg of you to worship me...in all ways..." He needed no further insinuations, no greater hints than this. With one of his hands, he began to drag the bulbous red head of his cock against her anus, pressing between the cheeks of her ass. She could feel its wetness, feel it burning there. And she moaned loudly, pushing back against him. Like a true pilgrim, he entered her and plundered her most sacred parts. His cock slid wetly into her ass, slowly and tenderly moving deeper and deeper. Still he was not satisfied. He seemed to desire all of her, after all, as his hand moved over her leg, down her belly, to cup her throbbing puss. What could she do but cry out? The dark elf cried out, her voice lost against the wall of the backroom of the weapons shop, as the cat elf strove to go deeper. One of his furry fingers slid between her swollen labia, and with a carefully extended nail, he flicked over her clitoris. She clenched her thighs around his paw, holding him there against her, feeling the danger of that nail so close to her erect bud of flesh. And he began to saw in and out of her behind, pulling out just enough to drag himself along her tunnel, but leaving the barbed head of his cat cock within. The dark elf writhed on the bed, almost out of control as his finger moved once more and dove within her. That bold and predatory nail began to rake her insides, almost painfully, but incredibly done with care. She shook, feeling herself tighten instantly around that dangerous digit. If she came too much, she could impale herself, wounded in orgasmic ecstasy. But she did not want to stop, did not want to cease grinding back against him. Deeper still he pressed, forcing himself into her ass until he was buried there to the hilt. The cat elf sighed deeply, the vibrating purr tingling through the dark elf's body, shaking her like a quake, down to the bone. She could not hold back any more, regardless of the dangers. And she began to cum. Feeling her tightening around his finger must have been his desire and the sign of the gods this praying pilgrim sought. She had begun to squeeze and orgasm around him, and he pulled that claw back in before he tore her. Yet he showed no delicacy to the tightness of her ass. thrusting in and out of her like a beast. "You feel like lava....like someone poured lava into me and is stirring it to a boil!" The dark elf cried out, her hands reaching back above her head and gripping his face, pulling his body against hers. He put a pawed hand on her hip and brought her closer, finding ways to bury himself deeper and deeper with every finishing thrust. Then he was cumming inside her, the barbs of his cock dragging along the insides of her secret place, digging into the inner muscles of her ass. He did not scream, he did not roar. As his hot seed poured out inside her, he purred, his chest rumbling with the sounds of his pleasure. At last, both released, they lay curled against each other like spoons in a draw, spent and exhausted and aching ever so sweetly. The Drow put her hand back behind her, resting it on his hip. And the cat elf lay his mighty arm across her chest. Panting to the last, they fell into desired sleep.