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Dark Chocolate

By: SxRx



Shakira is a hard workin' thing, in constant motion at our workplace. She's a young, black woman with a sweet voice, a pleasing smile and well, there's no other way to put this, she's built like a brick shit house! Cute, short, but stacked and packed in all the right places. She's the color of dark chocolate and as I was soon to learn, just as delicious. Of course, I couldn't help but notice her, even as we each went our own ways, except to meet in the common areas or at parties for someone or another.

She was so young, and sweet I almost overlooked her, but for that devil's body with an angel's smile! Finally, I began to notice the lilt and honey sweet greeting from her as she kept up an undercurrent of discreet interest that eventually got through to me. Nothing obvious, but she was relentless with her constant hellos, so kind and sexy. 

Among some of her girlfriends, something seemed afoot. When she would greet me or spend time in a common area, I would hear giggles and teasing. 

During an office party, on the blackboard was a left over from a team building workshop with the words Desert Island written and all the items you would want to have with you. Well, as we all got to talking about being on a desert island, telling jokes and laughing, an idea came to me and I just blurted out. "Hey, who would you like to be marooned with on a desert island Shakira?" Ooh, now her sisters raised some serious sand, intimating she should fess up and say my name, but no, she just said in a very practical way, "probably a guy like, maybe a navy seal who could get us off the island." This got some disappointed looks from her friends.

As Shakira smiled and sidled a look at me, one of her more outspoken friends said, "Well, John, you started this, just who would you like to be on that island with, huh now?"

"Well, so may possibilities" and without really thinking, "I wouldn't mind that sexy Halley Berry!" Now this got hoots of laughter from Shakira's friends as I made a more obvious sign that I must like brown sugar. "You hear that Shakira?" said her friends. Softly, Shakira whispered, "I heard." 

From then on her interest gradually picked up speed. She would stop by my office to show me a new trick she had learned on the computer. Of course, I began to seek out her 'help' even more. When she reached for the keyboard or mouse to show me a technique, I had to restrain myself from nibbling on her gorgeous breasts that loomed in my face. I backed up to give them more room and we'd lock gazes. Along with her smile and flash of perfect teeth her loving eyes seem to say, "Come on and get you some of this fine woman!" 

One day she was flying around the office, putting up charts, getting supplies, doing her job so well. We just happened to be the last two fools still at the office working. I spoke up, "Shakira, slow down for a second and come over here."

"Oh, hey, John." She said flashing that megawatt smile hiding beneath her luscious dark lips. "Slow down, me, you must be kidding?"

"No, I worry about you, girl. You work too hard. Slow up a little, pace yourself." I offered. "You need to take better care of yourself. I've got an idea or two."

"Well, go on, I'm all ears, so to speak." I laughed and then she giggled at her little joke on herself, knowing she was anything but all ears. I gazed at her breasts and then her ears from side to side. This brought more giggles and laughs and she patted me on the hand.

As I moved in closer, I whispered "If you'll step into my office, I have something in mind."

"And just what might that be John?"

"Come on, I'll show you." I said as I waltzed into my office, looking over my shoulder to watch as Shakira followed with mock vexation.

Once in my office, I offered her my executive chair. "Why don't you pretend you're going to show me some of that smart help with the computer and that damn blue screen?"

"John, you stopped me for this?" she asked, a puzzled look on her face, with a half smile.

"Nah, not really, I just thought you could relax for a second in my nice, comfortable chair. Just sit back and take a breather. 'K? Do it for me?"

"Well, maybe for you, but only for just a second," she said as she settled back into the chair. She sighed and leaned back while I eased the door closed. 

"That's more like it sweetness. Hm? Now, let me add to that by offering my healing hands to your aching shoulders. Let me ease the tensions before they become big 'ol knots. I'm really good at this, trust me. I'll bet you get sore and tired."

"That's so true. But if I let you 'massage' me how do you know I won't get all tense in other ways?" She asked with mock innocence.

"Oh, well, massage can always lead to something more mutually satisfying if you're of a mind," I said with a wicked smile as I placed my hands on her shoulders and worked on her with my strong hands. 

After a few moments she burst out, "God! That is heavenly. Don't you stop; just keep on going, honey. Where did you learn all this, goodness me!"

I continued my massage, varying from shoulders to neck to upper back. "Different places, little seminars, friends. Plus, I've had so many massages I'm the damn patron saint of massage therapists in this town!"

"Well, all I can say is thank goodness for that."

"I bet you get sore right about here" I said as I placed a thumb at a spot using a shiatsu technique." Shakira squealed. "Ow, that hurts."

"I can work it out for you, but it may take a little time. See, this trigger point is in a direct line with the Cooper's ligament. It's the only support a woman's body provides for the breast and I must say your breasts are placing quite a load on that ligament and then on across to this area of the traps."

"You just keep working your magic fingers even though you're being kind of fresh, but never mind, I like that," she said as she turned and flashed me a delicious smile. A little later as she began to relax even more she said, "You may be right about that trigger point, 'cause I got another one on the other side in the exact same spot. Guess that's 'cause I got another 'heavy' load as you pointed out." She said with a coy, coquettish look.

"That would be my guess," I said as I continued my massage for all I was worth. 

"That feels good, so good," she cooed. 

Now I began to work my hands over the top and down the front of her chest ever so slowly. "I need to work over here to continue breaking up any adhesions from, well, you know, your marvelous breasts."

"Well, you go ahead and do whatever your heart desires," she said grinning from ear to ear.

Taking her at her word, I moved on down with both hands sliding each down the top of one of her breasts then back up to her shoulders, lengthening my moves each time so that soon I was sliding down to her nipple area. Her breasts were massive and soft, yet maintained a firmness that was exhilarating. Shakira began to breathe harder.

"See what I mean about getting me all worked up so I couldn't relax." She said as she turned in the chair and eased the chair around. "Come here you," she commanded. As I obeyed, bending down to reach her, she reached up and rewarded me with a kiss that was powerful and passionate. I kissed her back the same and began to stroke her breasts from the front now, caressing the whole breast using my thumbs to rub across her nipples that were erect and gigantic! 

All Shakira could express were moans. However, she was not totally without communication by the way she French kissed me like a woman born in Paris. The petting got heavier and I slid my hands inside her blouse, then quickly beneath her bra to her sleek smooth breasts that seemed endless. I unbuttoned her silky blouse beneath her jacket and parted it to expose her bra with breast filling and spilling out everywhere.

Soon, she shrugged her jacket off, and slipped out of her blouse. Slowly, she reached around and unhooked her bra causing her straps to fall down over her arms. Suddenly her bra dropped to the floor revealing the most massive and beautiful tits I'd ever seen. I greedily massaged them and grabbed hold, kneading them with vigor. Her areolas were like cup saucers; sexy, dark and worthy of worship!

I began my devotion by sucking and licking each in turn, while kneading the other. I relished their feel inside my mouth and on my tongue - so big, such a mouthful of areola and nipple. They exuded a rich, strong breast aroma and taste that was so erotic. The areola then began to tighten, shrinking in and up as I kept my vigil of oral adulation with endless sucking, licking, then nibbling, and rubbing. Shakira let deep moans escape that urged me on, while she put her hands behind my head and pulled me into her bosom. By now the actual nipples were fully erect, taught and firm, the size of thimbles and tremors were vibrating through her body.

As I relentlessly continued my work on them, Shakira began to shudder; her moans grew louder as I realized her hand had slipped down to her pussy. She smiled at me with swollen lips of willful, abandoned passion to my ministrations and her self pleasure. She was in no rush and took her time playing with herself, building to near climax, then she would shudder and her hand would still. She reached deep into her pussy with two fingers, then reached up with them to caress my lips and eased them into my mouth. Instinctively, I sucked and licked her fingers, tasting her rich flavor, inhaling the intoxicating musky scent. Shakira groaned long and deep with excitement, reveling in the growing intimacy of our passion. 

Finally, she reached an edge of climax she could not return from and began the magnificent release of female climaxing. She somehow moaned and groaned as we fucked each other's mouths with our tongues. She arched her back from the glory of her cum and our lips parted, loosing a visceral squeal from her luscious lips that could have shattered crystal and echoed around the room. Several moments passed as we both relished her release.

"That felt good, damn good! Now, it's your turn. I'm going to stroke, lick, suck and milk your big cock sweet Daddy!" Her hands began to grope my thighs reaching for my cock that was hardening down the side of my right leg. As things got more intense, she kept her eyes wide open gazing into mine with a brazen look. 

She stood and with a patting motion, had me sit where she was, the seat still caressing the warmth from her sweet ass! She kneeled in front of me and took a knee in each hand and slowly parted my legs. Now, she placed her hands on my legs, feeling up my thighs until she found my cock. I gazed down at her swollen, luscious breasts and relived each moment they were mine in my mouth and on my tongue. I could still reach them with my hands and continued to hold them, fondle them and tweak, pinch and tugged on them. As I did so, Shakira kissed my hands, then took my fingers one by one into her mouth, licking them and sucking them in a mock blow job, teasing me with what was yet to come.

She then quickened her whole motion as she stroked the entire length of my cock from the outside of my slacks with her left hand. After that she gripped it and jacked it and pumped my cock as she licked those luscious thick lips with lusty intent. My cock jerked in her hand and her eyes widened with passionate surprise. She unzipped my pants and groped for me, finding my dick popped out at full mast! Before I knew it, her sweet, honey mouth and tongue were all over my cock. She licked my long shaft and groaned as she did so. Next, she reached deep into my zipper opening and found my balls and with careful effort freed them as well.

They were tight, but still fell to the chair seat. She squealed with delight and said sexily, "Ooh, such a set. I been admiring your bulge for months, and was I right? Hm? Yes! " Not once did she neglect my cock though, as she stroked me, holding my base tightly with one hand and gripping the shaft with the other, which pumped my cock to immense proportion. All along she sucked my balls, building and stoking the load in my balls. Her small, dark hands wouldn't reach all the way around the girth of my dick, but it mattered little. Seeing her dark skin contrasting my light cock turned me on. As if on cue my rod swelled even more. 

Now, she scooted in close and took my cock in her hand, then began rubbing the head over her tits, focusing it on her dark nipples as she gazed into my eyes with desire. She worked each erect nipple in turn into my cock hole, both now glistening with oozing pre-cum. With abandon, she licked away the pre-cum as she suckled her own nipples! I groaned from the deepest part of me.

Afterwards, Shakira said with husky voice, "I'm going after more of that man dew," as she nibbled on the head of my cock and mumbled, "Love your cock, so nice and hard for me." "Done told you I love your balls so big and full!" She licked the tip of her tongue into my cock hole and came away with a glistening strand of precum. This excited her even more and she went back, probing her tongue as deep as she could and was rewarded with more dew as she licked her lips. 

By now, my cock head was the size and color of a large, ripe plum. Her eyes widened and "Yummy," was all she said before taking the whole head into her mouth. She tongued the rim of the head and flicked hard and fast at the crown below the hole all the while grinning with her dazzling, toothy smile. It was my turn to groan again as she found the spot that curled my toes. I now placed my hands behind her head and pulled her down to my groin area. She increased the rhythm of sucking as her head bobbed up and down faster, faster and faster still, mumbling dirty talk as her tongue made love to my cock. 

Shakira sensed my building cum so she quickened her paces even more. She said. "You just let go, baby, don't hold back. Let go and I'll milk you dry," she moaned as she sucked my cock and gobbled me down until I was sure she would gag. Sure enough, without neglecting the rhythm of her sucking, licking and stroking, I felt a powerful, uncontrollable climaxing crescendo building. Now, I kicked into primal gear and began to pump and fuck her mouth. This really got her hotter as she groaned louder, squeezed my dick hard and soon "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ...." I came in waves and spurts of gism that shot hot cum in her mouth. It was a huge load and she tried to swallow it all, but some still drizzled out her mouth which she quickly licked up with that wicked tongue, smiling like a devil - not a shred of angel left.

"Milked you sweet man just like I said I would. You ain't going nowhere but back to little 'ol me."

I let out a bellow in a conquering voice, still coming, still oozing, and still horny, "I'll be back and so will you, and you know that's true." True to her word she squeezed, sucked and milked my cock and balls till she licked and swallowed every last drop of gism!

Slowly and reverently, she licked me clean, patted my cock and balls dry with a tissue and did the same with her breasts covered in wetness. I hugged her and embraced her like a stallion covering a mare for what seemed an eternity. Finally, we parted and kissed again with her standing on her tiptoes to reach up and me stooping to reach down to her dark and luscious lips, fondling each other one last time. Then she wiped her mouth with her hand, and rewarded me with another earth shattering kiss saying, "Well, now, same time tomorrow? We'll get really naughty and nasty you sweet, sexy man. I've got even more ideas than you could ever only dream." 

"I'm all ears," I laughed, gazing down at my cock and balls dangling there. It was her turn to stare at my equipment and look at my ears, gazing side to side. "No," she said shaking her head sharply, "all delicious cock, all amazing balls, but no, not all ears that's for damn sure." She grinned widely with a willful smile, then reached down to give my cock a parting stroke, my balls a caress and tucked everything back into my pants. Inspired, I fondled her chocolate breasts, tugging the huge nipples, still erect and helped her into her clothes now covering up her marvelous womanhood. I shivered at what had happened and the glorious promise of pleasure yet to unfold.

SxRx

Dark Chocolate



Roland and Anna had been friends for a long time. They had a lot in common. They had the same taste in food, music and movies. They had the same views on religion, politics and sex. They made each other laugh, listened to each other bitch and were there for each other when things were tough. It didn't matter to either of them that Anna was thirteen years Roland's senior.

It didn't bother either of them that Roland was a tall, slender, handsome African American man and that Anna was a tall, redheaded, very Caucasian woman. They were both color blind. It helped that Roland had grown up in England and that Anna, was well, older and wiser. She had seen it all in her time and didn't put up with ignorance or intolerance. Roland, having been raised in a culture fraught with ignorance and intolerance appreciated her willingness to accept him for who he was and not the color of his skin.

They got a lot of looks when they were out in public together. Anna found herself staring down the people she caught looking at them funny. She dared anyone to say something to her. She would have made a scene, right then and there! She was a fiery one. That was just one of the things that endeared her to Roland. One rainy Sunday afternoon, Anna felt restless. She called Roland to see what he had planned for the day.

"What's up butter cup?" She asked.

"Not much, I'm at Best Buy checking out video games." He told her. She smiled at the thought of him talking 'gaming' with her sons that were close to his own age.

"Come get me." She said with the smile still on her lips.

"On my way." Was all he said before hanging up. Roland pulled up ten minutes after he had hung up with Anna. She jumped in the passenger seat of his car and leaned over to kiss him on the cheek as she always did. This time was different; she lingered there as she slid her hand onto his lap and up to the waist band of his jeans.

"Take me somewhere." She breathed into his ear. When he smiled at her request, she leaned back in the seat and fastened her seat belt smiling the sly smile she was infamous for. They drove to an ocean front hotel and Roland looked over at her.

"Are you sure you want to do this." He asked. "You know once we do, there's no going back to the way things were." He cautioned her.

"I'm very well aware of that. Go." She nearly demanded. Roland smiled at her again and disappeared into the hotel lobby. He returned moments later and pulled the car to the back of the hotel. He got out of the car and went around to Anna's door. He opened the door and took her by the hand.

He locked eyes with her and pulled her to her feet. She smiled that smile at him again and he pulled her to him. He pushed the hair from her face with his long, soft fingers. She shuddered at his touch. He never took his eyes off of her. He released her body but not her gaze. 

   He walked her backwards to the door of the hotel in an almost dance like fashion. She was hypnotized. She had thought of this moment many times, even fantasized about it but now that it was here, she was entranced by him. His long lean body, his dark smoldering eyes, they way his touch made her skin tingle.

He slid the key card into the door, pushed it open and her through it. He continued the dance. He took her face into his hand, his eyes still locked onto hers. He seemed to be lost in the blue ocean that was her eyes. Inspecting each speck of green and gold that danced in them. He kissed her gently, softly, respectfully. She moaned into his kiss. She was on fire at just the thought of what he might do to her.

He led her to the bed, took his phone out of his pocket, hit a button and music began to play. "Yes, this man is smooth in every way possible" she thought to herself as she closed her eyes and licked her lips letting the images of what was to come cross her mind. Roland stretched out next to her on the bed. Anna turned onto her side to face him.

"You know," He began.

"Don't Roland." Anna interrupted. "We're both adults, this isn't going to change anything. We both want what we want. We both know the deal. No expectations, no disappointments." She finished with that damn smile again. He kissed her, this time it was not gentle, soft or respectful it was deep, passionate and hungry. She returned his kiss. He slipped his arm under her and she took that as her cue to move over top of him.

Anna straddled Roland as he reached up and undid the buttons on her blouse. Another moan escaped her as the goose bumps raised on her skin. His hands were skilled; she could only imagine what his cock could do. As the image crossed her mind, she bent down and kissed him again. She kissed him deeply, exploring the depths of his mouth with her soft, wet tongue as he removed her blouse and bra.

Once he had her bare, he pushed her back to look at her. He placed his large, soft hands on her shoulders, traced down her arms and then up her sides, cupping her large, soft tits. Anna's shoulders raised and her head tilted back as he gently manipulated her nipples. His kneading and the huge bulge she felt pressing against her slit brought her to her first orgasm.

Roland again gently took her by the shoulders and guided her onto her back. He traced a finger around the edge of her face as she smiled that smile at him, down the hollow of her neck, around the swell of her breast, across the dip of her belly to the button on her jeans. He slowly, deliberately unbuttoned and then unzipped them.

The deliberateness of his actions was driving her insane. He was such a tease and she loved it. She had never had a lover take such pleasure in exploring and exposing her. She thought it might drive her insane but didn't mind it knowing what he had in store for her. They had after all, talked in great detail of his past sexual exploits. She had to admit that she'd been intrigued but skeptical about the whole tantric sex aspect, but was becoming a firm believer in its powers.

He slowly pulled her jeans off. He looked up at her with raised eyebrows when he discovered that not only was she not wearing any panties her supple mound was clean shaven. She smiled that smile at him again as he slowly parted her legs. They started to shake uncontrollably as he slid her up further on the bed.

   He took his place between her parted legs and traced up from her foot to her calf, from her calf to her thigh and from her thigh to her hip. The shaking was like nothing she had felt before. She tried unsuccessfully to control it but did manage to cum again. He smiled at her. 

"He must really get off at knowing he can make a woman cum with just one finger." Anna thought to herself as she pulled her legs up and rolled over onto her stomach. "He's going to have to work for it." She told herself smiling that smile.

As if he'd read her mind, Rolland got up from the bed and went out to his car. He returned a moment later with two small bottles of oil.

"We have a Boy Scout in our midst ladies and gentleman!" Anna said with a laugh.

"I just had this feeling when you called, there was something in your voice." Roland told her.

"Stop talking." she ordered him. Roland happily obliged. He walked to the head of the bed; to the side where her head was turned so that she could witness him remove his clothing. He slowly removed his clothes. She was going to tease him back and close her eyes but she couldn't, she was struck by the beautiful form of this magnificently constructed creature. He was tall, lean and built like a God. She watched each of his fluid moves, the desire she had for him growing like a raging wild fire.

Once he had removed his boxers, he grabbed the bottles of oil and made his way back to the bed. He straddled Anna's hips and nestled his cock between the cheeks of her ass. It was as large as she'd imagined. She moved herself against it and came again; this time a deep, throaty moan escaped her as she did.

   As she came, Roland bent down and grabbed her shoulders with his oily hands. He grabbed her hard; her dug into her deep and rubbed her good. He worked her like a pro. She lay there, while he rubbed away the tension and stress from every muscle in her back. As good as it felt, as close to letting go of reality she got, she never forgot that his giant cock was mere inches from slipping into her soaking wet, aching sweet spot.

When she could take no more of the massage or his cock tantalizing her, Anna lifted her ass, beckoning Roland to enter her. She didn't think that it was exactly how he had planned but he eagerly obliged her. He slipped his long, thick rock hard cock into her wet, tight, welcoming pussy. He did it slowly, methodically and deliberately. He might have given her what she wanted, but he did it the way he wanted to.

That was all it took. Anna tightened around his hardness and came so hard she cried out. She rose up onto her knees as Roland pulled her onto him. His strokes were slow and shallow as he stoked the fire that raged between her thighs. She had awakened his dominance and now she would pay for it.

"What are you waiting for? Give it to me" she shouted behind her.

   Roland responded by grabbing a handful of Anna's hair and jerking it back, just short of being hard enough to be painful. His eyes smoldering with something she had never seen before in this young man that she had known and joked with not too long ago.

"If you want something, it's polite to ask for it." He said as his lips curved into smile both menacing and beautiful at the same time. To drive his point home, he began stroking her slowly. Giving her a little more on each stroke, just too quickly enough to withdraw and begin the torture anew. Her passions began to overwhelm her as she sank deeper into the sensations he was giving her. Never did he give her more than a third of what he had to offer. A promise of what could be, if only she were a good girl.

"Please Roland...God, don't make me beg. Just give it to me, baby." She rasped as she began to lose what little lucidity she had left. She belonged to him now and there was no going back.

Roland answered her plea by slowly and agonizingly sinking into her inch by inch over the next two minutes before skillfully withdrawing and smacking her marble ass in one deft stroke. The sting of surprise brought her out of her daze just as he slammed himself deep inside of her hard and fast, His frenzied strokes causing stars to dance before her eyes.

He lifted himself to one knee, putting one hand on her shoulder and cupping her breast in his other. He slowed down, but went just as deep. He worked her like a well-oiled piston, pulling her body to meet each stroke before flipping her over onto her back. He looked into her eyes as he lowered himself into her, watching every contortion her face made as he began to thrust in earnest.

   Her body surrendered to the pleasure he offered as her legs wrapped around his ankles. He cradled her head in his arms as the pleasure built in him. He was reaching his limit. Her body had shared its secrets with him. He was now part of the cabal. All that was left was the offering.

He pushed himself up with one arm and grabbed a handful of hair with the other, forcing her to look at him. He kissed her furiously as his body began to shudder with his release. She could taste the shudders in his breath and the warmth that flowed into her cause her to climax in tandem. 

   When the shudders had subsided, he broke the kiss and slowly trailed his tongue from her bottom lip to the top before smiling and placing a chaste kiss on her forehead. He stood up, lifted her into his arms and carried her to the shower where more pleasures could be discovered and boundaries broken.

They left the hotel room smelling of sex and looking like burglars had tossed the place. Roland dropped her off at home late that night. Anna threw her coat and purse into the chair and collapsed onto her bed. She reached down and laid her hand on her now throbbing and swollen pussy. She knew she'd be sore tomorrow but smiled at the thought of it, the smell of Roland on her skin and the knowledge that he was now her very own piece of dark chocolate.



Dark Chocolate



"Chloe? I'm leaving for work."

Chloe opened her eyes and turned over, pulling the duvet up to her chin as she saw her mum standing in her open bedroom doorway.

"Please don't spend the whole day lying in your bed sweetheart," her mum said with a scowl on her face. "I know it's the holidays, but you should really try and get some kind of job to earn some money for college."

"Yeh yeh mum," Chloe huffed.

"I'm being serious Chloe. The first week of the holidays are already nearly over and you need to organise something quickly."

"Ok, ok." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'll try." She'd just finished high school, and was going to a college in a nearby city in a couple of months' time. She was pretty sure her parents would bank roll her, as they always did, but for some reason they seemed determined that she should find summer work.

"Well. Please do," her mum sighed. "The boys have arrived to decorate the lounge by the way. It's not Mr Peters this time; he's got people working for him now, so don't be distracting them. They need to finish before tomorrow night as we've got the Davidson's coming for dinner on Saturday."

Chloe shrugged. "Yeh, whatever."

Her mum glared at her. "And I don't want that boy coming round here again all day, you understand? What time did he leave last night?"

Chloe exaggerated a sigh. "I dunno." She snuggled under the covers, signalling the conversation was over.

"I mean it Chloe," her mum continued. "He's a nice enough boy, but I really don't want you wasting your whole day with him doing...well...I don't even want to think about it."

"I'm eighteen you know," Chloe protested. "You were eighteen once weren't you?"

"Yes, yes I was. And I had a job in the summer before I went to university too. It's about time you grew up and..."

"Ok, ok!" Chloe interrupted, not wanting a repeat lecture. "I said I'd look for something. Jeez..."

"Don't you blaspheme in front of me young lady," her mum scolded. "Look, I'm running late...just...get out of your bed and make an effort. I'll be home at 6. Your dad won't be home until late."

Chloe opened one eye to see her mother look at her with a frustrated expression before pulling the door closed.

"Get out of bed. Get a job," Chloe mimicked her mother's voice. "Fuck's sake...gimme peace." 

She rolled over and closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to get away to college. It's not that her parents were bad. Quite the contrary. As an only child, she got pretty much anything she wanted. Just that they were always on at her to study harder, get a job, get to uni. College, instead of uni, had been a controversial subject, and a career in beauty therapy was not what her mum had planned for her. Or perhaps, not a high enough profile career to boast about at one of their dinner parties. 

Chloe sighed and stretched out her legs. "Don't want that boy coming round," she laughed out loud to herself. "After last night, I'm not sure I want him round again myself." 

That boy, as her mum put it, was Dale. She'd been going out with him for just under a month. Like most of the people at the private school she'd attended, his parents were well off. The fact that he had a car was a big plus point, especially as it meant she could get out of the village she lived in. That his best friend was going out with her best friend made things even more convenient.

He'd chased her for most of their final year at school, though she'd played hard to get. She'd had to buckle down to get the grades she'd needed, so despite what her parents thought, she had actually studied hard. It was tough for her; she wasn't graced with natural intelligence. Well, not strictly true she had to admit; it was more down to application. Still, she'd got the grades she needed and had finally given in to Dale's advances.

Things had started quite slowly. They always seemed to be out in a group and it had only been in the last week or so that they'd got intimate. And although he was great looking, funny and generous, his skills in the bedroom were less impressive.

She sighed, letting her hand slide down her inner thigh. Last night had been a prime example.

They'd been out to the cinema, and he'd driven her home. Her parents were asleep so she'd snuck him into her bedroom. The first time they'd done it, about a week ago, they'd been in his car. He'd fingered her. She'd jerked him off, then pulled him over her on the passenger seat and guided his cock inside her. He'd lasted just a few strokes before ejaculating inside her, blaming the awkwardness of doing it in the car.

A couple of days later, they'd been at their friend's house and, in a spare bedroom, she'd gone down on him. He was clearly appreciative, instantly getting hard and she'd easily taken his slim 5 inch erection in her mouth. She'd been tingling, looking forward to straddling him on the bed, anticipating his cock inside her. But all to soon he'd groaned and released in her mouth, making her gag and spit his sperm inadvertently onto her denim skirt. 

She'd lost her virginity the week after she'd turned the UK legal age of 16, with her boyfriend of two years. They'd had a decent sex life for a few months, but she'd dumped him when an older boy had taken an interest in her. She'd slept with him too, and another boy after a school disco, but in the six months up to going out with Dale, she'd been so consumed in her school work she hadn't slept with anyone.

Chloe curled her finger under her panties, feeling the bare skin on her freshly shaved mound. She'd shaved yesterday, planning to give Dale a nice surprise if she could encourage him to go down on her. He had done, and she'd enjoyed it. So much, she'd had to cover her face with her pillow to muffle her moans. She'd been close to an orgasm, and had demanded he finish her off with his cock. He climbed onto her and stuck his cock inside her, frantically prodding at her for less than a minute before he again ejaculated, leaving her agonisingly close to her own climax. 

She'd been unable to contain her disappointment, and he'd been very sheepish as he'd dressed and sneaked out of her room. At least she was on the pill, although it crossed her mind that maybe a condom would help him last longer next time.

She rolled onto her side and groaned. Next time? They'd planned to meet that night. Maybe she'd give him a final chance.

She yawned. Her mouth was dry and she needed a drink. She threw back the covers and stumbled out of her bed, stretching her back. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was petite, standing at just 5ft 4. She had a slim body, with natural olive skin, her long dark brown hair highlighted with light brown strands falling over her shoulders. Her mascara was slightly smudged around her eyes, but with a petite nose, thin mouth and slender face she knew she was attractive. Vain? Stood in her bra and panties, she grinned at her reflection. "Maybe that's why Dale can't last very long," she giggled. 

She picked up her dressing gown and wrapped it around herself. It was full length, covering her ankles with pictures of a black and white dog dotted around it. She told herself she'd need a new one before she moved into the student accommodation at the college; maybe something a little sexier.

She looked for the belt, but her room was a mess, so she just held it around her as she opened her bedroom door and walked out onto the landing. 

She could hear voices in the lounge as she descended the staircase and kept her gown tightly drawn as she walked into the room. 

Her eyes widened as she saw the two black men ripping off the hideously patterned wall paper on the far side of the lounge.

"Hello," one of them said, turning his head towards her. 

"Hi," she replied, smiling. They were both huge.

"You alright?" the other said cheerily, stepping back and turning to face her. He was at least 6ft 4, with a large athletic frame, shaved head and large features.

"Yeh, good. You?" she replied. 

"Yeh, sweet," he smiled. "Paper's coming off fine. Bit...ummm...flowery innit?"

Chloe giggled. "It's fucking minging. Dunno what my mum was thinking when she put that up."

The other black man turned around, dropping a sheet of wallpaper onto the sheeting on the floor. "Was all the rage 10 years ago."

She could feel his eyes looking her up and down. He was shorter, but still at least 6 feet tall. His head was shaved too, and she noticed that his hands were enormous.

"Fuck know's what she's replacing it with," Chloe said, rolling her eyes. "Probably something equally rank."

They both laughed. "I'm Jordan by the way," said the shorter of the two. "This is Nate."

"Chloe," she replied, smiling at them. "I need a drink," she added. She turned around and walked out the door, heading up the hallway and into the kitchen. 

Wow. She hadn't expected them. The last time Mr Peters had done work in their house he'd had a middle aged man working with him. She wasn't used to black people; the middle class village she lived in being predominantly white, as was her school. 

She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice. Her gown fell open as she took the lid off it and took and long gulp. She spotted the newspaper on the counter, open at the Situations Vacant page and groaned. She knew she'd have to make some phone calls today but really couldn't be bothered. She took another long gulp of juice.

"Couldn't bother you for a cup of coffee?" she heard a voice behind her.

She spun round to see Jordan standing in the door frame. He grinned at her, and she realised she was facing him with her gown partially open, enough for him to make out she was wearing nothing but slip panties and a bra. 

She felt her cheeks flush as she fumbled to pull her gown closed. "What...ummm...c...coffee? Sure."

"Awesome. Milk and two in each, honey." He let his eyes linger on her for a second more than she was comfortable with then turned and walked away.

"Epic fail," she muttered to herself, embarrassed that he'd seen her with her gown open. She walked across the kitchen and switched on the kettle, taking out two cups from the cupboard. 

As she made the coffees, her mind wandered to the two black guys in the next room. She couldn't place their ages, but guessed they were late twenties. They were both wearing overalls, and Nate had been wearing a vest top. She'd noticed the tattoos on his bulging arms. She thought of Dale. He was quite well built, at least she'd thought so, but in comparison to Jordan and Nate he was positively feeble.

She picked up the cups, but realised it meant she couldn't keep her gown closed. She laid the cups back down and decided just to go and tell them they were on the counter. A mischievous thought crossed her mind. Maybe she should just carry them in with her gown partially open. She was pretty sure Jordan would have already told Nate how he'd just seen her more or less flashing him. Was she ashamed of her body? No, she wasn't. Would it give them a little thrill? Most probably. She bit her lip. Would it give her a little thrill? To her own surprise, she decided it would. 

Her eyes fixed on the newspaper. Boring. She picked up the cups and walked to the lounge.

She felt her heartbeat race as she pushed the door open with her foot, carefully holding the cups so that they wouldn't spill. Her long gown was parted as she walked through the door, and although there was enough material to prevent her offering them a full frontal, she could feel their eyes on her as she stepped forward and placed the coffees on the nearest table.

"There you go," she said. She straightened up and pulled her gown closed.

"Great. Thanks for that love," Nate said, grinning at her. "Much appreciated."

She felt her cheeks starting to burn so she just smiled and quickly left the room, pulling the door behind her. She stood in the hallway, heart pounding. Had she really just done that?

"Fuck that's fit," she heard one of them say from behind the closed door.

"Fucking right man. Tight as fuck huh?" She was sure that was Jordan.

She giggled. She felt butterflies in her stomach. They'd been impressed. She silently climbed the staircase and dived into her bedroom. She threw off the robe, letting it fall in a heap on the floor and clambered onto her bed. She pictured Dale with an angry expression on his face that she had so blatantly flirted with these two, enormous, black strangers.

She picked up a hairband and tied her hair into a ponytail. She really needed a shower. Her eyes fell on her netbook, and she stared at it for several moments as her brain dealt with a collection of thoughts. She'd heard stories that all black men had enormous cocks, though she didn't really believe it. A girl from school had dated a black guy and boasted about how amazing he was in bed. She reached over and picked up her netbook, kneeling on her bed as she opened it and launched the browser. Was it true?

Her fingers slowly typed the words 'black cocks' into the search engine. Her eyes scanned the results. 'Blackcocks videos, page 1...' 'chicks gangbanged by monster black cocks,' big black cock porno.'

She giggled, biting her lip as she clicked on a link titled 'pretty woman gangbanged by 3 big black dicks.'

She checked over her shoulders as the video launched. A tall, skinny dark haired lady in a tiny black dress walked down a street and into a building. Chloe's eyes widened as she watched her undress on the staircase, using her fingers on herself as she writhed up and down.

She lowered the volume, eyes fixed on the screen as the woman entered an apartment and surveyed the three naked black men. They were all incredibly well hung.

"Fuck," she muttered as she stared at the screen. She lowered her hand and pressed her fingers against her mound. The actress knelt in the middle of the floor and for two minutes, Chloe watched her suck and jerk the three huge cocks in turn. 

Chloe realised she was rubbing herself more firmly. As she watched the woman lower her pussy onto a cock, she let her hand slip inside her panties, gasping as her fingers brushed her smooth skin. She wasn't in the habit of watching porn and her eyes were locked on the screen in fascination.

The woman soon had a guy standing next to her, his cock in her mouth. Chloe gulped as she ran her middle finger between her own pussy lips, jolting as she slipped it inside herself as the woman was moved onto her knees to be fucked rapidly from behind.

She watched the scene unfold, slowing fingering herself as each black man took the woman in turn.

"Fucking incredible," she whispered, contrasting the way they were treating the woman with what she'd experienced, not just with Dale, but in all her previous sexual encounters.

Chloe added her forefinger into her pussy, her eyes bulging at the screen as the woman was bent over and held still as one of the men put his cock into her ass. Chloe hadn't done anal, and the sight of the porn actress taking such an enormous member made her wince, then gasp as she was double penetrated.

She started to work her fingers more quickly. She was tight, and two fingers slightly splayed were enough to stretch her pussy. She was tingling, and could feel her wetness on her finger tips.

They were swapping around on the screen now and Chloe looked at the expression on the woman's face as they fucked her ass, pussy and mouth at the same time. The mixture of pain and ecstasy was evident; the woman clearly enjoying the brutal fucking. What must that feel like, Chloe wondered? 

She watched, mouth open as in turn each man finished over the woman's face, covering her in sperm. As the video ended, she snapped shut the netbook and fell back onto the bed, drawing her fingers out of her pussy and gasping for breath.

"Wow. Fucking wow," she mumbled. She felt her panties, realising they were damp. Her fingers glistened. She was close to climaxing, but she wanted to savour the feelings inside her as she considered the video she'd just watched.

She thought about the woman, wondering what it must feel like to be fucked like that. She thought about Dale, and how polar opposite he was to those three black men. And then she thought about Jordan and Nate. Were they hung like that? Did they fuck their girlfriends, or wives, or whoever, with the same ferocity?

Her body shuddered. Would she ever experience that? Did she want to? She opened her netbook and clicked on the video, scrolling to the scene where the woman first took a cock in her ass. Chloe watched closely. The woman had closed her eyes, and clearly felt discomfort but it had seemed to subside quickly. She scrolled further, looking in a mixture of excitement and curiosity at the point the woman had been double penetrated.

She shuddered again. She was too small to have just one of those cocks inside her, let alone two!

She closed the screen again. She needed a shower. And a cold one at that. Though maybe she would finish herself off in the shower first. She hopped off her bed, put her gown back on and stepped out onto the landing. She was nearly at the bathroom door when she heard the house phone ringing in the hallway downstairs. 

"If that's mum checking up on me," she huffed, careering down the stairs two at a time. She lifted the receiver. "Hello?"

"It's me, Dale," came the voice at the other end. 

"Oh...ummmm...hi," she replied, feeling guilty for some strange reason.

"You ok?"

"Yup."

"Ummm....good. Look, about last night...you know...I'm sorry, not really sure what....ummmm...happened..."

"It's fine," she interrupted, not bothering to disguise the harshness in her tone. She didn't want to waste time on a pointless conversation with Dale. She wanted to get into the shower and let her fingers finish their work.

"Ok, cool. It's just...well, I'm not...ummm...usually like that...I just..."

"What?" she interrupted again. "You sayin' it's me?" She felt irritated.

"No, no...that's not what I meant," Dale protested. "I really dunno...I mean, when I was with Abby I didn't have...you know...I was..."

"Abby?" she said, increasing her voice. "What the fuck is anything to do with Abby?"

"Oh god, I didn't mean...what I'm saying..."

"What are you saying?" Chloe spoke over him. She was conscious her voice was raised, but didn't care. "You saying you could last longer than a couple of prods with Abby but not with me?" 

She felt her face flush. Why was she being so confrontational with him? He was obviously phoning to apologise, which was a decent thing to do, but it was irritating her. Was it because she'd just watched a porn film that showed what she was missing?

"No, not at all. Look, what I'm saying...fuck..."

Chloe turned as she heard the lounge door click behind her. She pulled her gown closed as Nate smiled at her, mouthing 'everything ok?'

She smiled, and nodded at him.

"I'm trying to tell you," she heard Dale stutter, "that I really like you. Like, really like you."

Chloe looked at Nate. He was grinning, not masking that he was looking her up and down. She wasn't sure why, but she swapped the receiver from one hand to the other, letting her gown fall open. It amused her that Nate's eyes widened.

"Uh huh," she said down the phone, not really listening to him.

"I really like you, and I guess...well maybe, maybe that's why I...well, you know..."

Chloe locked eyes with Nate. An incredible sense of naughtiness washed over her, and she could barely believe herself as she finished her boyfriend's sentence.

"Why you keep spunking prematurely inside me?"

Nate's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. She felt her cheeks flush.

"Well...fuck, you don't have to put it like that," Dale said.

"Not sure how else to put it," Chloe replied, still holding Nate's gaze. "It's true innit? What, less than a minute last night?"




Dark Chocolate



Nate was shaking his head, but grinning widely. Chloe gulped. Was she really having this conversation with her boyfriend in front of this stranger, and partially flashing her underwear at the same time?

"Ok, ok...look I'm really sorry. Really. I promise...next time." She could hear the pleading tone in Dale's voice. 

"Whatever," she replied, shrugging.

"How about I come over today?"

"Today?" she replied. "Ummm..." she lowered her eyes. "I'm a bit...errr...busy today. Maybe later yeh?"

"Tonight then?" Dale persisted.

"Sure, tonight."

"Cool," she heard him exhale. "OK...well look Chloe, I do think I...you know...ummm...well...have kinda...fallen..."

Chloe furled her brow and took the handset away from her ear, looking at it. She heard Dale say "in love with you."

She looked at Nate and he grinned. "Later Dale, yeh?" she said. She pressed the end call button.

"That your boyfriend then?" Nate asked immediately.

"Yeh," Chloe replied.

"Problems?"

Chloe shrugged. "I'm guessing you could work it out."

Nate nodded slowly. "Dude keeps busting his nut too quickly for ya huh?" He shook his head. "Poor fucker."

She frowned. "Him or me?"

"Both of you, I guess," he replied, still grinning confidently.

Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Nice...ummm...underwear by the way," Nate added, chuckling.

"What's wrong with it?" she snapped, looking down at herself. Her bra was white, with a purple and pink swirly design on it. It had a purple band across the top of each cup, and matching straps. Her panties were the same.

"Nothing," he laughed. "Just saying, from what I can see...looks...ummm...real nice."

She narrowed her eyes. She felt angry at Dale, especially for saying he loved her. That was going to be awkward later. The naughty feeling returned.

"I think it's very pretty," she replied, peeling open the gown and giggling as Nate's eyes widened again at the full view of her.

"Phew, fuck me," he muttered, exhaling. "Very pretty." 

She felt her heart skip a beat as his eyes slowly wandered down her body. It's no worse than wearing a bikini in public, she found herself thinking.

"Mind me asking what size of...errr...bra you take?" he said slowly.

"Huh?"

"Oh, it's just...well, sorry but me and Jordan...after you brought in the coffees...you know...kinda wondered."

She felt her cheeks redden. They had been talking about her.

"32B," she replied.

He nodded his head. "Sweet," he said appreciatively.

She swallowed. He wasn't shy in looking and she suddenly felt uncomfortable. Her fingers gripped the edges of her open gown.

"You...ummm...a little wet there huh?" he grinned, nodding towards her crotch.

She looked down, seeing the damp patch in the base of her panties. She cursed in her head.

"What? That, oh...ummm...I...it's not..."

"It's cool," he interrupted, chuckling again. "By the sounds of things, that boyfriend of yours aint up to much so guess you just have to sort yourself out huh?"

She was consumed with embarrassment. "Oh god, no, it's not what you think...fuck...I..." she stammered.

Jordan appeared in the doorway behind Nate.

"Not what you think what? Is Nate winding you up," he said, his eyes then widening as he looked more closely at Chloe.

"Chloe here is having troubles with her man," Nate smiled. "He's been, how did you put it? Spunking prematurely."

Chloe groaned as Nate replayed her words.

"Oh dear," Jordan laughed.

"Poor girl has to sort herself out," Nate added, pointing at her panties. 

"Fuck off!" Chloe cried out, pulling her gown closed as Jordan focussed his gaze on her crotch.

Jordan pushed past his colleague. "Hey, it's cool! Nothing to be ashamed of girl. Fuck, it's kinda hot." 

She watched as his hand slid to his crotch and seemed to adjust his overalls. Was she making him hard she wondered? Her eyes lingered on his crotch. She couldn't help but wonder if he was hung like the men in the porn film.

"So this boyfriend of yours," he continued. "How long you been with him?"

"About a month," she replied.

"I'm guessing he's a white boy?" He grinned at her.

She nodded.

"And I'm guessing..." he stroked his chin with his large fingers, then chuckled. "He's...ummmm...not that big either, if you know what I mean?"

She knew what he meant. She hadn't previously thought Dale was particularly small, and certainly he was similar in size to her previous sexual partners, but the video she had watched had shown her they were merely average at best. For a split second, she felt the urge to defend her boyfriend, but that naughty feeling returned and she instead just shrugged and cocked her head to one side, smiling coyly.

"Depends on what you mean by big, I guess" she replied.

Jordan glanced at Nate, and she saw them both grinning. 

"Well, 8 or 9 inches I reckon," Jordan said thoughtfully. "What do you reckon Nate?"

"At least mate," Nate nodded, narrowing his eyes as he stared at her.

Chloe felt her heart skip a beat. Were they describing themselves?

"Well, I guess...ummmm...average then...maybe."

Jordan chuckled again. "Average huh?" He shook his head. "How many times you done it?"

Chloe frowned. It was one thing telling them her boyfriend had an average sized cock and a premature ejaculation problem, but detailing her sex life was a bit personal.

"A few," she shrugged.

"And he's shot his load quick each time?" Jordan quizzed instantly.

She nodded.

Jordan exhaled, shaking his head again. "Well, I guess he just can't cope with a hot little honey like you then huh?" He smiled at her and she felt her heart skip a beat again. 'Hot little honey.' She liked being described like that. "Suppose you can't blame him," he added, grinning.

"Speak for yourself mate," Nate chipped in. "Fuck, dude doesn't know how lucky he is."

Chloe flicked her eyes across to look at Nate. She couldn't stop herself from smiling, enjoying another compliment. 

"Thanks Nate, guess you are right," she grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. She felt her gaze lowering to his crotch, her mind again wondering what lay beneath the baggy overalls. 

"Yep, I am," he laughed. "Honey like you deserves better than that."

She blinked and raised her eyes, gulping. They liked her. She felt her pussy tingle. She knew she was in a dangerous situation. Two strangers, enormous black men at that, stood just a few feet from her in her hallway. She pulled her gown tighter, the material being the only protection from her barely clad body. She knew she should get herself out of there; back to her bedroom or the bathroom, use her fingers to satisfy her urges.  But she was excited, and curious.

"S'pose I do," she murmured, hearing the nervousness in her own voice.

Nate grinned. "You need to get yourself a man with...ummmm...a bit more down there, I reckon girl. And one who knows what to do with it." He winked at her.

She felt a nervous churning in her stomach. She glanced at Jordan and he grinned at her. She knew what Nate was doing; teasing her, insinuating he, or they, were bigger and better than her boyfriend. She didn't doubt him. But she knew her reply would determine what would happen next. What did she want to happen? The porn video started to replay in her mind. Did she really have the courage to offer herself to Nate? Or Jordan? Or both? Both! She felt herself tense. A threesome! Could she really do that? Would they do it? Wasn't it weird for two guys to share a girl? The porn video came to mind again; there had been three men in that scene and they hadn't seemed to mind. But that was porn; staged. Did that really happen in real life? 

She forced herself to take a deep breath. Why did she feel excited? Is that what she really wanted? Or were they just playing with her? Teasing the little white girl so she would continue to be disappointed by her pathetic boyfriend whilst always wondering what a black cock would be like.

Black cock. She looked back at Nate. Black cocks. She was filled with intrigue again.

"Let me guess," she said, forcing herself to look at him with unblinking eyes; to at least pretend she was confident and in control. "You're a bit...ummmm...more than average huh?"

Nate laughed, glancing at Jordan. He smiled at her and shrugged. "Well, can't lie to you honey."

She looked at Jordan. "You too huh?"

He smiled. "Don't like to brag, but...well...bigger than your boyfriend by the sound of things."

Nate burst out laughing, and Chloe felt her cheeks reddening.

"You've never seen a black one before have you?" Jordan said softly.

"Well, not for real," she blurted out without thinking.

"For real?" Jordan quizzed. "Ah, so you've had a look, maybe online huh?" He grinned at her.

Chloe groaned, her cheeks burning.

"That explains the damp patch on your panties then does it?" laughed Nate. 

She glared at him, unable to deny it and horrified he was so perceptive.

"Hey, don't worry about it," chuckled Jordan. "Nothing wrong with being curious. Plenty of white girls are curious about the whole big black cock thing."

She shrugged her shoulders, taking little comfort from his advice.

"I'm sure you've seen what you are missing from your...ummm...internet searches," he continued, chuckling. "Come on Nate, we've got work to do. We'll leave little Chloe here to get back to her computer."

He turned away from her and Chloe saw Nate raise his eyebrows as Jordan signalled for him to go back into the lounge. She opened her mouth to speak but didn't know what to say. Nate seemed to hesitate, and he clearly sighed as he turned and stepped back into the lounge. Jordan stopped in the doorway and looked back at her, flashing her a smile and wink before disappearing into the room, leaving the door open.

She breathed out heavily. Why had they left? Had they just been playing with her, teasing her? She ran her fingers through her hair. Her body was tingling. She was horny. She let her gown fall open, feeling the cool air of the hallway on her skin. Her mind was racing. She could go straight to her room, load another video, satisfy herself. That was the sensible thing to do. But...

She pictured Jordan and Nate. 8 or 9 inches. Her mind recalled the actors, those thick black cocks. The expression on the woman's face as they double penetrated her. She felt her pussy tingle again. What would a cock of that size feel like? Would it even fit?

She looked at the open door, hearing whistling and the hiss of the steamer as they got back to stripping the hideous wallpaper in her lounge. Were they interested in her? Had Jordan steered them away to force her to make the first move? Or would one of them wait until she was in her room and find an excuse to interrupt her?

Her mind was reeling. They'd both blatantly checked her out, appraised her and clearly liked what they'd seen. She looked down at her own body; her pert boobs, flat toned stomach, slender shapely legs. Surely at least one of them couldn't resist her? Nate for sure had been clearly disappointed when Jordan had ushered him back to work. 

But what could she do? She didn't have the guts to just walk in there and demand one of them to...well, she didn't know what. She wasn't a slut. But she was curious, and, again she had to admit to herself, horny. She slipped her robe off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. She shivered. She thought about Dale. His slender cock. His inability to control himself inside her. Her feelings of disappointment. She took a deep breath. Was she really about to do this?

Chloe walked forward slowly, silently stepping into the lounge. The floor and furniture was covered with white sheets. The curtains had been removed from the bay window, the long garden and large hedging providing privacy from the street outside. 

Her heart was thumping in her chest as she stepped forward. They had their backs to her, each with a steamer in hand attacking the wallpaper.

She closed her eyes. This was crazy. She should turn around immediately. 

"Fuck," she heard Nate exclaim.

She opened her eyes to see him turned to face her, a strip of wallpaper in his hand. Jordan turned around and his eyes widened.

"Ummmm...you OK there Chloe?" he asked, bending down to switch off his steamer without taking his eyes off her.

She nodded. "Yeh, it's just...ummm...well..." her brain was scrambled. "Those...you know...porn films," she took another breath. "They guys...the black guys...it's just..."

Jordan straightened up and took a step towards her. "Yeh? What about them?"

Nate was rooted to the spot, a bemused expression on his face.

Chloe felt her cheeks flush. "Well, they were...like...big...you know...ummmm...really big."

Jordan nodded.

"That's just...like...porn though, innit?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

Jordan smiled. "What you asking Chloe?"

Chloe exhaled. "It's not normal is it? I mean, not all black guys are like that? Are they?"

Jordan grinned. "Well, I suppose not all black guys are hung like that, no." He narrowed his eyes, his gaze boring into her.

Chloe nodded, and gulped. Her mouth was bone dry. "And...ummm...you...and Nate...are you..." her voice trailed off.

"Are we what?" Jordan said softly. "Hung like porn stars? He chuckled.

Chloe shrugged. She felt completely exposed, embarrassed, out of her depth. She nodded.

Jordan glanced over his shoulder at Nate, then back at Chloe. "You wanna see for yourself?"

She felt her body tense. Her stomach was churning with nerves. "I...I guess." she mumbled.

Jordan nodded slowly. "Curious little honey, aren't ya?" He looked over at Nate. "What do you reckon Nate? You wanna prove it?"

Nate blinked, as if snapping out of a trance. "What? Prove it? Oh, well, fuck yeh!"

Jordan chuckled. "My man here aint shy."

Chloe watched as Nate stood forward, stopping a metre or so in front of her. He slipped the straps of his overalls over his shoulders, popping open the two buttons that freed them to fall down over his legs. He unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down his hips by a couple of inches.

Her eyes widened as she instantly saw the large bulge in his tight boxers shorts, and she gasped loudly as he folded them down and brought out his cock, holding it with his right hand.

"Jesus," she muttered, her mouth falling open. It was huge. His hand cradled the base, the rest of it flopping forward in front of her. He had big hands, but they barely covered half of it. She tried to mentally calculate it's size, realising it was easily twice as long as Dales, and slightly thicker. He was circumcised as well, something she hadn't seen before. It took her moment to realise it was still soft.

"Well, what do you think?" Nate grinned confidently.

"It...it's huge," she whispered, unable to peel her eyes away.

Nate chuckled. "You've never seen one this big before for real then huh?" he chuckled, wiggling it.

She shook her head, wiping her dry lips with her hand. It was just like the one's in the porn film. Her mind filled again with scenes from the video. She felt herself tingle. She felt like she was staring at it for ages, and she had to force herself to look away. She looked across to Jordan.

"That what you expected?" Jordan asked her.

"I...I dunno what I expected," she replied, still shocked at the size of Nate's cock.

"Heh heh," he chuckled. "Bigger than that boyfriend of yours, innit?"

She nodded. It dwarfed Dale in comparison.

"And...you the same I guess?" she found herself saying.

Jordan shrugged. "You wanna see?"

"If...if you don't...ummm...mind," she replied, filled with intrigue.

"Ok, well...how about a little trade?" he asked, beaming a smile at her.

"Trade?" she replied quizzically.

"Yeh," Jordan nodded. "How about, seeing as how we are getting our cocks out for you to look at, you let us get a proper look at those fine little titties?"

Chloe furrowed her brow. "My...ummm...titties? Oh, you mean...ummm...take my bra off?"

Jordan nodded.

She glanced at Nate. He was grinning widely, and she noticed he was gently tugging his cock. It seemed to be growing. She wondered if the sight of her naked boobs would make it fully erect.

"Oh...well, OK," she said slowly. It seemed a fair trade after all.

Her hands were shaking as she reached back and unclasped her bra. She glanced at the window as she felt the straps slip of her shoulders. It felt strangely exciting taking her bra off in her living room, despite the relative privacy. It was unlikely anyone would walk across the lawn to the front window, but she still felt nervous as she dropped her bra on the floor.

"Mmmmmm, now those are fine," Nate muttered.

She smiled at him, knowing her small but pert breasts were very appealing. She realised her nipples were stiff. She shivered again.

"Fuck, those are awesome," Jordan grinned. She looked at him as he confidently and smoothly unclasped his overalls, shuffling them to his feet. He was wearing a tight t-shirt and his muscles bulged against the material. His hands quickly un-popped the fly buttons on his jeans and he swayed his hips as he slid them down his thick thighs.

"OH...MY...FUCKING...GOD!" Chloe exclaimed as she watched his cock spring free. He wasn't wearing underwear, and she gasped as looked at his enormous member. It was even longer than Nate's, and already thicker.

She covered her open mouth with her hand. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. He held it out and she stared at it.

"That...that's like...bigger than my fucking arm," she gasped.

Jordan chuckled. "12 inches hard, just over 2 wide. Not that I've measured," he winked at her.

She looked at Nate. His cock looked much stiffer now. That would make his at least 10 inches, and nearly as wide.

"Fucking...outrageous," she started to giggle. She knew they'd be big, but not in her wildest dreams did she expect cocks that size.

"You impressed then?" Jordan asked. He waved his cock towards her.

"Shocked more like," she giggled.

Jordan frowned. "Oh...you not like then?"

"No, no, don't get me wrong," she replied. "Just...fuck. They're huge!"

She'd been standing with her legs pressed together, and as she adjusted her stance she felt her pussy tingle again. It struck her that she was so small; certainly smaller than the girl in that video. There was no way one of those would fit inside her.

"Reckon you could handle one of these?" Nate grinned, as if reading her mind. He gripped his shaft more tightly and blatantly jerked himself.

"No!" she blurted out, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Ha ha!" he chuckled. "You do like kinda tight, from what I can see anyways." He took a step towards her.

"Fuck, those would rip me in half," she giggled.

Jordan smiled at her. "Yeh, probably would."

"Probably?" she exclaimed. "Fuck, half of yours probably wouldn't even fit!" she continued honestly.

Jordan looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, I've certainly never done a chick as small as you. Well, not since I was a teenager anyways. What about you Nate?"

Nate just shook his head.

"I'm interested," he went on, "to see how big it is on you."

"On me?" her brow furrowed.

"Yeh," he smiled. "Just to see, you know, how far inside it would get." He realised she was confused. "What I mean is...well...if you..." he looked around the room. "If you lay down on that settee and let me lay my cock over you...be interesting to see how far up that belly it is."

Chloe bit her lip. She had to admit it would be interesting. She wasn't convinced she could take either of them, even if she wanted to, and despite standing topless in front of them, she'd actually discounted the chances of anything else happening. Even taking one of them in her mouth would be a stretch. 

"Well...I guess it would...I suppose." 

Jordan nodded. "Cool. He slipped off his trainers and stood out of his overalls. "I know it's a bit weird," he chuckled. He bent down and pulled off his jeans, adding "I'll need to straddle you," as means of explanation.




Dark Chocolate



Chloe nodded, then walked the few paces to the settee and sat down. Jordan and Nate stepped forwards, towering above her, making her feel even smaller.

"Ok, let's see," said Jordan. "Ummm...lay back, so you are flat."

Chloe felt her heat thump in her chest again as she reclined herself on the settee.

"Slide your bum forward a bit," Jordan advised.

She did as asked, shifting herself until her back was flat on the cushion, her neck craned against the back rest.

"Ok, that's good," Jordan said quietly as he stepped forward, placing his legs either side of her. 

She looked up at his imposing frame; the thick muscles on his thighs straining as he squatted down, his hand holding his thick cock horizontally. She was still incredulous at it's length and girth.

"No, hang on." He took a step back. "Sorry, easier if you...ummm...spread your legs."

Chloe took a breath. Her pussy was tingling again. She slowly spread her legs out, feeling the material of her panties tightening against her crotch. It still felt damp, though she was beyond being embarrassed by that now.

"That's better," he nodded, lowering himself to kneel on the floor. He was tall enough that his waistline was still several inches higher than the edge of the settee. "Ok, let's see."

Chloe gasped as she felt him place his cock against her stomach. She felt his ball sac resting against the crotch of her panties and she craned her neck to see the enormous member lying on her, the tip of it covering her belly button.

"Fuck man!" Nate laughed. "Shit, that'd be in her stomach!"

She flicked her eyes up to see Nate shaking his head, a wide smile on his face. His cock was rock hard now.

"Wow," grinned Jordan. He shifted his head to look down at her panties. She felt him adjust his position, his balls pressing more firmly against her. "That would be a long way in."

Chloe bit her lip. When Dale was inside her, she never felt like she wasn't being filled. She thought about the boys she'd slept with. All had been around Dale's size. The feeling of Jordan's cock resting on her stomach, extending to her belly button made her shiver.

"Fucking tight belly too," she heard Nate mutter.

"Yeh man," Jordan replied. "Gettin' me kinda hard," he chuckled. 

Chloe refocussed on his cock. It was stiffening, growing in thickness as he pressed it against her.

"Seriously, that's fucking wider than my arm," she repeated.

"Heh heh. Too wide for you too huh?" Jordan chuckled.

"Ummm...yeh!" Chloe laughed.

Jordan let go of his cock, leaving it lying on her bare tummy. He ran his fingers along the bottom of her panties, making her shiver.

"See by how much?" he said softly. "Same thing, I'll just lay it on you."

She nodded. Jordan pulled himself back, using his hands to bring her legs together. She looked at him quizzically again, then gasped with surprise as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them sharply down her legs.

"W...what you doing?" she instinctively covered her now bare pussy with her hands.

"Oh, sorry!" he replied. "It's just I can't see through your panties y'know." He grinned at her.

"Oh...Oh right. I see." She bit her lip again. She felt her pussy tingle beneath her hands. She didn't know how she would react if she felt him directly against her bare pussy.

He repositioned himself, laying his cock on the back of her hands. She felt her stomach tighten.

"Just to see," he said quietly, looking at her with raised eyebrows.

She took a deep breath and nodded, slowly peeling her hands away. She couldn't contain a soft moan as she felt him place his cock against her again, feeling his ball sac press against her pussy lips.

"Oh fuck, shaved bare," Nate announced approvingly.

She craned her neck again, watching Jordan carefully pull his cock back down until about 6 inches of it lay on her. He gently pushed her right leg and she complied by spreading her legs wider. Her pussy tingled again.

Nate bent down and grinned. "Fuck...that's tight man."

She gasped as she felt Jordan's fingers brush against her as he assessed the position of his cock.

"Yep, it's a little wider than I think you are babe," Jordan laughed. "You are pretty, ummm, tight huh?"

Chloe nodded. She was biting her lip firmly. She desperately wanted to writhe her hips, feel something inside her. Her eyes were fixed on the cock staring at her from her belly. What would that feel like inside her? Surely it would hurt? Did she care?

Jordan shifted slightly to his left, his fingers resting gently against her pussy lips. He looked at her, a faint smile on his lips.

"You could take a finger though, huh babe?" he said softly.

She held her breath and nodded.

Jordan gently rubbed his finger against her pussy lips, and her body tensed. She let out a low gasp as he straightened his fingers and slipped it inside her.

"Mmmmmm...someone's wet," he muttered, circling his finger inside her.

"Oooooh fuckkkk," she groaned, sighing as her body relaxed. She closed her eyes, writhing her hips lightly as he started to finger her. 

"Fuck man," Nate exclaimed. "Little honey's loving that."

Jordan smoothly fingered her, resting his thumb on her clitoris. She instantly reacted by bucking her hips.

"She's very wet," Jordan murmured. "You didn't finish yourself off earlier then huh?"

She shook her head.

"Were you watching porn?" he asked, adding his forefinger alongside his middle finger.

She groaned again, feeling him splay his fingers inside her. She didn't care if they knew she'd been watching porn. The feeling of his fingers and of his cock still resting across her hip bone was making her head spin. She nodded.

"Good girl," Jordan chuckled. He rubbed his thumb firmly on her clit, making her gasp loudly.

"What were you watching?" he asked.

She looked at him. Why did he want to know that? Had he already guessed? Her body was tingling as his fingers expertly worked her. She couldn't think of a lie.

"A gang...gangbang," she moaned, closing her eyes. She moaned again as Jordan pushed his fingers deeper inside her. 

"With black guys?" she heard Nate ask. She nodded.

"Oh fuck," Nate exhaled. "Mmmmm, dirty little girl aren't ya?"

She winced at his words, but he was right. She'd been intrigued from the moment she'd seen them. And now she was naked, with black fingers making her wet and excited.

"Why don't you see if Nate's cock fits in that little mouth of yours, huh?" 



She opened her eyes to see Jordan nodding at her. She turned her head towards Nate. He was stroking his long black cock, the cut head glistening. Before she could reply, Nate was already stepping out of his overalls. It struck her again that it was as wide as her mouth. Within seconds, Nate was stripped of his jeans.

He knelt on the settee and guided his cock towards her. She opened her mouth as wide as she could and closed her eyes as Nate pushed it between her lips. It stretched her jaw as it filled her mouth; fully erect, he was, like Jordan, at least two inches wide. He started to gently buck his hips. She raised her left hand and gripped his shaft, her little fingers unable to wrap around it. She tugged him, struggling to suck with her mouth so widely opened.

"Mmmmmm, mouth's as tight as that pussy," groaned Nate. He pulled back a little, giving himself space to gently prod his cock back and forth in her mouth.

"Gotta be very tight then dude," Jordan laughed. "This is the tightest cunt I've seen in years man." 

He splayed his fingers wider, making her groan and gag on Nate's cock.

"You gonna taste it bro?" Nate grinned.

Chloe opened her eyes, flicking them to the right to make out Jordan's head lowering. She moaned as she felt his tongue flick roughly against her clit.

"Mmmmm, you like a big black cock in your mouth don't ya?" Nate groaned, pushing forwards and making her gag. 

She squeezed his shaft, pushing his cock out, gasping for breath. She was about to tell him to be more gentle but instead she squealed loudly as Jordan's tongue fully entered her pussy. She bucked her hips, and her cheeks bulged as Nate slid his cock back into her mouth. She grabbed his shaft again, jerking him as best she could despite being unable to fully wrap her fingers around it. Her jaw was already starting to ache, but her attention was fully on the tongue in her pussy.

She moaned on Nate's cock, making him mutter in satisfaction as Jordan extended his tongue deep inside her. He rubbed her clit firmly with his thumb, making her squirm. She felt a finger join his tongue, stretching her out. Her body was tingling and she couldn't stop herself from bucking her hips, pushing herself against Jordan's tongue.

"Mmmmmggghhhfffff," she moaned, before gagging on the tip of Nate's cock as it prodded the back of her throat. Her eyes were watering; her writhing disabling her control of the cock in her mouth.

"Fuck girl! You suck good," Nate grunted. He cupped his hand round the back of her head and pulled her towards him.

Her eyes widened in shock as she started to choke. He held her there for a few seconds before pulling clean out of her. She again gasped for air. Jordan added a second finger, splaying them apart to allow his tongue a clear channel between them, extending his tongue then withdrew it to flick against her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuuuckkkkk," she squealed. She could feel her orgasm building quickly.

Nate gripped his cock and slapped it against her nose. "Open wide again honey."

"I...I can't..." she panted. "Fuck, fuck I'm gonna cum!" She tensed her body, readying herself for her climax.

Jordan pulled his fingers and tongue out of her and sat back.

"W...what? What are you doing? Why did you stop?" she gasped. She was so close.

"I know you are babe," Jordan grinned. "But I don't want you cumming on my fingers. You need a cock in there."

Chloe wiped her lips with her hand. "Please...I'm so close," she begged.

Jordan glanced at Nate and nodded. Nate clambered off the sofa and as Jordan moved away Nate positioned himself in front of her.

"Oh shit," she uttered. "It...it's too big."

"Heh heh, my man here has loosened you up a bit," Nate chuckled, rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. He rested it against her opening, freeing up his hands to push her legs apart. 

She craned her neck, eyes wide. His cockhead looked huge against her. She felt her body tense. This was all happening so quickly. Was she really about to let a stranger stick his cock into her?

Nate took hold of his shaft and gently rubbed it against her. She squealed loudly as he pushed forward, the tip of his cock entering her.

"Mmmmm fuck," he grunted. "Shit that's tight." He pushed forward again, two inches now inside her.

"Ohhhhh god...fuck...fuck!" she screamed. She could feel his cock stretch her pussy.

"Doing good girl," Nate muttered, slowly pushing forwards.

Chloe's head fell back and she closed her eyes, mouth open. God it felt huge. He pushed forwards again, her vaginal walls stretching as his thick cock slowly extended inside her.

"How's it feel?" she heard Jordan say.

"Tight man. Fucking tight," Nate laughed. "She's wet though." He started to gently buck his hips, making her gasp with each motion.

"You good Chloe?" Jordan asked.

She opened her eyes, and he grinned.

"You look shocked babe!" he added.

"F...fuck," was all she could reply.

"Just relax," Nate said, pushing forwards again. "Mmmmmm, take it in there." He increased his pace slightly.

She craned her neck again. He had more than half his cock inside her, so already more than she'd ever had before. 

"That's good," Nate groaned. "You're doin' good." He started to increase the length of his strokes, each time pushing further forwards, gradually adding more cock to her pussy.

At 8 inches, she screamed. "Ahhhh fuck! Fuck fuck! Shit. God!" She slapped her hands on the settee. "Fuck, you're gonna rip me apart!"

Nate chuckled, lifting himself upwards and placing his hands by her thighs. "You full now huh?" He didn't wait for a reply, instead just sliding his cock back then forwards again with increased pace. He quickly built up a consistent rhythm, long powerful strokes of his cock in her pussy.

"Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, oooooh, ahhhhh." Chloe was moaning constantly. 

He had stopped at pushing his entire length inside her, for which she was grateful, but his girth was stretching her more than she could have imagined. He kept his pace, smoothly fucking her. Jordan knelt on the settee beside her and she didn't resist when he guided his cock into her mouth. 

She knew for sure Jordan's cock was thicker than Nate's as soon as it entered her mouth. She opened as wide as she could, unable to suck as his huge member filled her. He prodded his cock back and forth between her lips and she felt Nate increasing his pace.

She felt helpless, unable to move, trapped by those two huge cocks. She closed her eyes, and seemed to float out of her own body, looking down on herself. Little white girl, mouth and pussy filled with 20 plus inches of black cock. What a whore, she thought. She'd watched that porn film intently, jealous at the woman being fucked so hard. She thought of Dale; how pathetic he was in comparison. Did she care? No, she was lying there helpless, being stretched, stuffed and filled by cock. These strangers that she'd flaunted herself in front of, sensing she was hungry for their cocks, had cleverly played her so she'd let herself get into this situation.  But she didn't care. She looked down on her tight little body being used by big black cocks.

She moaned again on Jordan's shaft as Nate seemed to increase his pace again. What a whore indeed! And then her orgasm hit her.

She opened her eyes with a jolt. Her body started to tense. Nate was grunting, rapidly jabbing his hips, driving his cock into her. She grabbed Jordan's cock, trying to push it away but he was too strong. Her vision blurred and she felt like she was going to explode.  Nate seemed to sense it, and he upped his pace again. She was breathing rapidly though her nose, and she bucked her hips upwards.

"Ooooh fuck yes!" Nate grunted, her change in position enabling him to grind forwards until his ball sac pushed against her pussy lips. "Shit yeh, take it all!"

Chloe ripped her head away, taking in a lungful of air before she screamed. "FUUUUCCKKKK!"

Nate's cock was spearing her. She felt it was going to rip through her stomach. "Yeh bitch, you cum now!" he yelled. He grabbed her legs, hooked his arms under her knees and pulled her towards him.

Chloe screamed again.

"Yeh fuck," he grunted. "That's it bitch, take it all. Take...it....fucking...all."

"Fuu...fuu..." Chloe gasped. Her body tensed, then as her climax rushed through her, she started to jerk violently.

Nate gripped her tightly, powerfully thrusting his full length as her pussy contracted then spasmed. 

Her vision blurred again. Her head was spinning and she screamed again. "Fuck! Fuck fuck fuuuuckkkk!" 

"Yehhhh, you cum hard little bitch," Nate grunted, jabbing into her. 

Chloe opened her mouth but no words came out. Her body jerked again and she felt light headed. 

Nate suddenly whipped his cock out of her and she gasped again as she spasmed uncontrollably. 

"Mmmm fuck...so fucking wet!" Nate exclaimed.

Chloe twitched, breathing rapidly as her orgasm subsided. Her vision returned, and she looked at Nate with large, shocked eyes. 

"Shit...you came hard there girl," he grinned, holding his cock in front of her. She could see it glistening with her pussy juices.

"You better not have drained her man," Jordan laughed, sitting himself beside her.

"Fuck that's tight," Nate smiled. "You liked your first black cock huh?"

Chloe took deep breaths. She felt like her heart was going to explode through her chest. She nodded.

Nate stroked his cock. "Look at his J...got her cum on ma dick."

Jordan snorted a laugh. "She took it well." He leant across, tucking his right arm behind her back. Before she could react, he slid his left arm across her stomach and grabbed her hip, using his strength to lift her up and pull her onto his lap. She felt his cock beneath her.  "Ready for another one?"

"Fuck, I dunno," she replied meekly, but Jordan ignored her. With one hand, her lifted her up, using his other hand to position to his cock between her legs.

She took a deep breath, shaking her head. Her legs were shaking, and she couldn't summon the strength to stop herself from dropping onto his cock.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," she groaned as he pulled her down, his cock entering her in a single movement. He drove his hips upwards and she screamed. He was already halfway inside her.

"No...fuck..." she gasped, pressing her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up.

Jordan grinned, jabbing his hips upwards. "Shit man, still tight!"

Chloe's eyes widened. "J...Jordan...oh god...fuck...too big..." Jordan narrowed his eyes and moved his hands, placing them on her waist. He pulled her downwards and she screamed again. 

"You can take it bitch," Nate laughed, standing next to her. His expression had changed. He looked serious, hungry. She instantly realised that he wasn't finished with her. Neither of them were. They would both have to cum, and they would use her until they were ready. She recalled the video again. The ferociousness the black men had shown. The language they had used with the woman. Nate was calling her a bitch now. That's exactly what she was. A little bitch. A little white bitch at the disposal of two hungry black men.

Jordan settled into a rapid pace, fucking his cock up inside her. He leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around her. Her head fell against his chest and she moaned as he worked himself deeper inside her. She felt Nate's large hand reach in and smother her tits, groping at them roughly. With her upper body bent, Jordan held her waist firmly and bucked his hips rapidly. 

"Ahhhhhh yesss. that feels good," he hissed. "That little pussy's stretching nicely." 

Chloe didn't feel like that. Yes, Jordan had got more inside her much more easily than Nate had, but it still felt like her pussy was stretching to bursting point. She forced herself to relax her body. They were both going to fuck her as they pleased, and not only was she unable to stop them, she realised that it was actually what she wanted. She wished Dale could see her. Could see how deep they got inside her, how much control they had. How small she was against their muscular, dark bodies. 

Jordan pushed her away, her back straightening as she sat up. He pulled her down sharply and her mouth opened in shock as she felt her bum cheeks rest on his thighs. He stopped moving and grinned at her.

"Mmmmm, that's 12 inches inside you," he whispered.

She looked down. She felt like she was impaled. She tensed involuntarily then gasped. "No, no way!"

He teased his thumb across her belly button. "Uh huh."

"Shit man, you fucking her stomach!" Nate laughed. 

"You like it?" Jordan asked.

She nodded.

"I didn't hear you," he said firmly.

"I...I like it," she whispered.

He lifted her up and then pulled her back down again, her pussy gripping his shaft.

"Let me hear you say it again."

"I like it," she said, glancing at Nate as he sat on the sofa beside him. 

"Like what?" Jordan grunted, lifting her up and down on his cock.

"Y...your cock," she panted.

"Mmmm, you like my black cock," he grinned.

She nodded. 

He let his hands fall to his sides.  "Ride it then," he demanded.

She placed her hands on his chest and used her feet to raise herself up. Her thighs burned as she rode him, knowing that if she fell back to her knees his full length would impale her again. 

"That's it, ride my cock, ride it good," Jordan growled. His expression had changed too. Where earlier he'd had a friendly face, he now looked hard, his eyes boring into her.




Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story



Hello readers,

In my effort to write in many different genres, I am taking a stab at mature once more. However, I also think this story could be labeled romance ,as well, because age, in this story, is nothing but a number. This story is is being written slowly. I will continue it, and I hope you like it. 

**All of the characters in this story are 18 or older.** 

As with most of my offerings, it is self-edited and I am not perfect. So if you are going to get hung up on mistakes, then I apologize. Please read it and enjoy. None of the characters are real, or based on anyone I know. Also I ask that you do not replicate this story without asking. Writing is hard work and I really take it seriously.

Again, thank you all for reading my offerings and I hope you enjoy this first installment of DC: Dark Chocolate.

IR2R

Dark Chocolate: A Mature Story

Talia

My skin has often times been a source of great displeasure for me. It's too dark. I look at my lighter skinned sisters and they have it so easy. When did I learn to hate myself you ask? Early, I was but a babe. I am a twin, not identical, but fraternal. My mother is this Creole colored beauty who married my father when she was seventeen, He was thirty-two but he loved her to distraction. What he loved most was her color. You see my father is black, not dark brown. No, his skin is as dark as midnight. He wanted a woman who could give him lighter-skinned kids. 

Seven months after they married, my sister and I were born prematurely, or so they said. Strange that a set of premature twins weighed in at five pounds each. Anyway, I digress; my sister and I were like night and day. I mean literally, she was light-skinned like Mama, and I was dark like Daddy. 

Our parents loved us; of that I have no doubt. But as hard as Daddy tried to hide it. I knew he liked Dalia more than me. Mama tried to make up for it, but we both knew the truth. 

My name is Talia Greene. I am thirty-three years old and the President of Distributing at Homer Preson, Inc, a publishing company. I love books, and when I was younger, I'd often read. My sister, Dalia, was more outgoing, and into sports. She is happily married to her college sweetheart, and he loves her to distraction. I love my sister, don't get me wrong. She was my biggest cheerleader. She defended me against all of the people that hated on me. She never understood why our color was such a big deal, but that was Dalia. You see light-skinned women rarely see what we dark-skinned sisters do.

It was hard growing up. When we started dating, guys flocked to Dalia. I only dated two guys my entire four years in high school, and they only wanted to get close to my sister. When we went to college. Dalia wanted me to go to USM with her, but I needed a break. I needed to find my own way, so I went to MUW. Daddy was mad, but Mama understood. She knew I needed time to fly. Spread my wings, be my own person; not Dalia's dark-skinned sister.

This weekend my parents will celebrate their thirty-fourth wedding anniversary. It's a magnanimous occasion, a big deal. Dalia and Steve will be there, and Mama told me I could bring my boyfriend. She'd love to finally meet him. I am seeing someone, but it's not serious. Ivan is not a boyfriend really. We just get together whenever we have a need. Right now he's in China, and I'm sure I am the last woman he's thinking about. For one, what we have is a no strings, no commitment relationship. We both agree, we are just using each other for sexual gratification. Besides, my dad would have a fit if I brought him home. He is not at all what they would expect, and I really don't want to deal with their censure.

Rick

I'm Richard Harris. Most people just call me Rick. I just turned nineteen two months ago. I'm in love with a much older woman. She is my Nubian Goddess, but I embarrass her. I'm socially inept, geeky, and the last guy any girl would admit to dating. It wouldn't be so bad if I was at least good looking, but I'm tall and lanky with the thickest glasses that next to me even Steve Urkel looks cool.

Who is this woman? None other than my boss, Talia Greene. She's in her early thirties, and the most fascinating woman I've ever met. I remember the first time I saw her. I was eighteen and the school had just sent me here to intern in her office. I was not alone, several came with me. But as they were picked off by more desirable bosses, I was left with the dragoness, Miss Talia Greene.

She worked so hard. At that time, she was vying for a position as president in the company. So she had to make sure and pay close attention to details when presenting materials for review. You see, as a black woman, she had to work harder and more to show that she could handle the job, and she did. My friends all groaned when she called my name. I must admit, I did too. You see, this was my senior years, and this was supposed t be a fluff class.

Talia invited me to her office and we talked. She explained that she didn't have time for playing. If I wanted to learn the business then she would teach me, but if I wanted an easy ride, let her know and she'd ask the school to assign me to someplace else. My heart stopped. I wanted more than anything to please this woman.

I croaked that I wanted to learn and she smiled. Her dark eyes crinkled and my heart was lost. She was amazing, and I knew I'd do whatever it took to have her smile at me again. Well, my break didn't last long because she put me straight to work. I didn't mind, because I got the chance to spend the rest of the day in her presence. Soon, it was four o'clock and time to return to school. I hated it and didn't want to go. Talia smiled at me, and in her sultry sexy voice she whispered, "I'll see you tomorrow Richard." I left her office floating on cloud nine, anxious for the next day to hurry and come. I wanted to be alone with my dream girl.

As we rode back to the school, I sat listening to the chatter of my peers, but they had no clue what I was really thinking and feeling.

The day ended and I rushed home. I went straight to my room and thought of her. I told no one, but as I thought of her my heart pounded, my body warmed. I found myself hard and wanting. I removed my jeans and lay in my bed masturbating to the thought of her. So lost was I in my fantasy of Talia stroking me, I didn't hear Mother call me for dinner. Just as I reached my peak, someone banged on the door. 

I caught my scream, and groaned into my pillow. As I call out to mom to come on in , hoping she could not smell the cum that was covering both my body as well as the sheets I was very sticky, wet, and flustered. Mom began to ask if I would come down and make a salad for dinner. All I could do was say yes in a quiet way. I prayed she had no idea of what I was hiding under the sheets. She smiled as she turned to walk away. My heart pounded with excitement. "Richard, hurry please, we'd love to eat before midnight." She admonished. 

I lay in bed, covered in sperm, as my cock softened. Then I got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom to clean myself. After a few minutes, I joined my parents for dinner. Dad asked me about my new internship, and I mumbled it was fine, but it was more than fine. I'd met the woman of my dreams. The on woman I wanted to spend my life with. All I had to do was convince her to give this geeky, eighteen year old a chance.

Talia

I was surprised by my reaction earlier that day. I met the new interns and they were just regular. Except him, he was a dream. He was also extremely young.

Tall, lanky, and sweet describe Richard. When I saw him, I prayed that he ended up with me. The look on his face when I called his name was priceless. We walked to my office and I talked with him, giving him my tough girl spiel. My heart raced. But he sat there, listening. I could not help but admire his toffee colored skin, and bridge of freckles across his nose. The glasses he wore were stylish and brought out his eyes, and he had the softest looking lips. I wondered had he ever been kissed. He wasn't scrawny, and I could tell he kept himself I shape. My pussy was so wet, and for the first time in a long time I wanted a man. I didn't want just any man; I wanted this young man that set my heart to pounding and made my body cream. 

He was a good worker and for months he worked with me directly. I often had to stop myself from staring at him, so I adopted my ice queen routine and was extra frosty. But at night, when I was home alone, in my fantasies, Richard was not a shy little boy. He was all man, my man. 

Hey Baby. It's about time you got here. Sit let me care for you." Rick whispered. He'd removed the glasses and milky caramel skin, soft and creamy, glistened. He leaned forward and kissed me with his thick, soft lips.

"Rick, wait, what are you doing? I'm too old." he silenced me

"Not in your dreams baby, In our dreams, age doesn't matter." he whispered. My pussy creamed. The geeky little boy set me on fire. He was tall, good looking, and one of the smartest men I'd ever met.

I remember when I saw him the first time last year. I prayed he was assigned to my office and was over the moon when he ended up being my assistance. I fought everything in me not to just touch him and see if his body was as hard and firm as it seemed. 

"Shush, stop thinking, feel." Fantasy Rick whispered. I closed my eyes and let my fantasy lover take care of my needs. I moaned as he kissed me all over, licking my skin, leaving a wet trail down my stomach. Soon he stopped at my small white panties. My crotch was soaked. He looked at me and I looked deep into his eye, Desire so hot and strong burned that I knew that in this fantasy, We'd go all the way.

"Up" he demanded, and I lifted my buttocks and he quickly removed my panties revealing my newly waxed pussy to his hungry eyes. 

"Talia, beautiful, just beautiful," he whispered. "I must taste, and he licked my pussy. I don't know what all this boy studied, but it must have been eating pussy because he was an expert. Soon, I found myself begging for more. I wanted his cock. His gorgeous black cock that stayed hidden behind his black slacks. He ordered me to be quiet and let him enjoy his snack. Then he proceeded to eat me out. I lost count of how many times I came on his tongue. 

However, at some point, Rick sucked my clit and I screamed and came so hard, I passed out. When I regained consciousness, I moved to return the favor. He laughed and said,, Not yet. Then I heard the most annoying sound. A loud buzzing. It was now five in the morning time to wake up. My fantasy lover kissed me once more and then vanished as I came awake.

Rick

I worked directly with Talia, or Ms. Greene for months. Yet, she barely noticed I was alive. Sometimes, I'd get distracted and she'd catch me watching her. She would warn me to stay on the job, and then coolly return to whatever she was working on. 

Being around her had me in a constant state of arousal. My cock tented my slacks every day. I couldn't help it. She never gave me a reason to lust after her. She was always professional, and treated me accordingly. I wondered would she ever see me as a man. If I wasn't so geeky, maybe she would find me attractive. But a woman like her would never waste her time with a guy that looks like me. But hey, a guy can dream, right? That night I went to bed dreaming about Talia. 

I was hot and horny with thoughts of my dream woman. Laying their on my bed, eyes closed, she played with her dark pussy as I sat watching her stroking my stiff cock.

Then she moved, her fingers coated in her cunt juices, and place them in my mouth. I sucked the juices form her fingers. Even as I replaced her hand with my own. In my fantasy, she had thick hair between her thighs and it was wet and springy. I parted her slick folds and stuck two fingers deep inside if her. She fucked my fingers as she moaned my name. 

I imagined her breast heaving as she struggled to catch her breath. I moved my left hand to cup her breast. She moaned as I pinched her nipples. My lusty lover was on fire and she rode my fingers and moaned as I caressed her breast.

I pulled on her nipples, standing out a good inch or more. Slowly, she spread her legs apart showing her now swollen pussy lips. I had to taste her. So sliding down her body I lick her slit, loving the flavor that exploded on my tongue. She moaned beneath me, as I continue my assault on her nether lips. She needed more, so I reinserted my fingers inside her deep ink cavern, and she flew. I soon followed as I too stroked my cock into a glorious spasm.

My spunk shot high into the air, landing clear across my bedroom. I lay in bed, drenched in my spunk, coated in semen. I get out of bed and wipe my self off with my t-shirt, deciding to sleep naked. I fell asleep dreaming once again of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. 

Talia

It's a little after eight in the morning, and I'm already in my first meeting. We have acquired three new authors all young and silly. Today I am meeting with them to discuss logistics. 

Two others will sit in, Janice from human resources and Phil from the editing department. We have to convince these young writers to trust us to put out the best product. 

"Ms. Greene, Mrs. Love, Mr. Mack, thank you for meeting with us." The young author spoke. He was accompanied by his two friends. They had convinced him that as the author he could demand things and the publishing house had to give him what he asked for it, Talia smiled, she would soon explain to these twenty some things how real life worked.

My coworkers were nervous, because the last thing we needed wasn't lose a client. With the availability of online publishers and the ability to self-publish, companies like there's was becoming extinct like dinosaurs long ago. I understood their fear, but refused to be forced into a corner by anyone. 

So I sat and let the team present. I'm not closed-minded. If they had valid points she'd take their request under consideration, but make sure they understood that their relationship was truly a partnership. Not a dictatorship.

"Ms. Greene, I have worked on my book for three years and I appreciate your company for deciding to publish it. However, I need more money. When my book hit stores your company will make millions. I'm simply asking for a portion of the profits upfront." Mark Newsome explained. His two friends sat nodding in complete agreement with him.

I listened and then looked at the other two sitting quietly, fear brimming in their eyes. Finally I spoke. "Mr. Newsome, Mark, you have a fantastic book. If we didn't think so we would not have pursued you. Hoe ever when we purchased the rights to publish your book, you agreed to a set amount of royalties. The amount we paid you at the beginning. You are to receive and additional lump payment when the first ten thousand copies of the book sales in addition to a 15% profit off each book that is sold. 

You also hold exclusive copyrights and any offers to create a television show or movies from the book are exclusively yours. So no, we will not advance you any more money. I'm sorry, but that is how a business works. You signed an agreement, now you must honor it."

Phil and Janice held their breath. "Ms. Greene, I can take my book elsewhere and make a lot more from it. How would your bosses feel then?" he threatened. 

I smiled, because I love to be challenged. "You will find yourself on the back end of a civil lawsuit that will take every cent you may earn from this book for the rest of your natural life. You signed a contract, Mr. Newsome. You can't simply walk. However, if you chose to do so, be ready for a fight." I decided I'd listened long enough. "Mr. Newsome, if that is all. We all need to get back to our respective jobs, and you sir, need to start writing the sequel to this blockbuster novel. Thank all of you for coming in and feel free to come back if you have any more questions or concerns."

The three stood and graciously shook hands with us before leaving the office. I instructed my secretary to have a good will basket sent to his home with an appreciation card. She smiled and ordered it right away.

"Talia, if they decide to pull the book, Mr. Preson will be livid." Janice and Phil agreed. 

"Look, if they leave, then they leave. I'll talk to him and I'm sure he will understand." I assured my nervous coworkers.

We went back to our offices. It was almost noon and soon Richard would be here. Although I showed complete disinterest in him, secretly I looked forward to seeing him each day. As soon as twelve twenty-four arrived, my fantasy man walked in.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Greene. What do you want me to work on today?" He asked and my body hummed.

Rick

I got out of class at eleven thirty, grabbed a quick lunch, and headed to her office. After my dream last night, I had to see her. I would never approach her like that, but hey a guy can dream right.

At twelve twenty, I was walking into her office. I greeted everyone as I passed. Some replied, and others didn't. Soon, I opened her door, and there she sat behind her desk, her gorgeous face intently staring at some documents. I notice a frown wrinkling her brow. Clearing my throat, I spoke. "Good afternoon, Ms. Greene. What do you want me to work on today?" She smiled at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Good afternoon, Richard. I'm glad you're here. We had a meeting with our newest authors and his creative team, Ms. Love is typing up the minutes. I want you to proof them and then make copies for the other departments that need to be informed. After that, I am reading through some new pieces, and I want you to help me look at those." She ordered and I smiled.

I looked over the minutes and they were clear and I distributed them to the other offices. Soon I was in her office with her reading through two new manuscripts. I couldn't concentrate. She would read and often sigh. With each gasp, I was distracted. I'm not sure what she was reading, but her breathing changed, became heavy. I knew she was aroused, and I was riveted. The more agitated she became, the harder I was. My cock strained against my underwear, but I hid my reaction.

Soon she was speaking and I came back to reality. It was late and everyone else had left the office. She offered me a ride home. I was about to refuse when she insisted. Then I accepted. As she drove to my parent's home, I thanked her for the opportunities she'd given me, but she was silent. Then as I was about to give up talking, she said something that gave me a glimmer of hope.

"I'm going to miss you when you leave next week, Richard. You won't forget me will you?" she asked. 

She will miss me. My heart soared. I smiled at her and answered, "Ms. Greene, you are one woman, I'll never forget." I whispered. She smiled.

"Tomorrow's your last day with us, right?" She asked. 

"Yes, Ma'am" I answered sadly. Knowing that for the next four years I wouldn't see her every day. Because of my work at the company, they gave me a full scholarship. So my education at Moore College for the next four years was covered. 

Soon, we were at my home and I sat in the car. I didn't want to get out. "What are you doing on this weekend?" she asked. 

Saturday, I had no plans. "Um, nothing. Why?" I prayed she wanted me to help her move stuff, clean, anything. I just wanted to spend extra time with her. 

"Great, would you be my date for an important family function? My parent's anniversary dinner is this weekend and I need a date." She stated. 

"Ms. Greene, I'd be honored." I stammered. Then I reached to shake her hand, and she laughed. She leaned over and hugged me. My heart slammed in my chest. "Um, I'll need a suit. I mean I have one, but I want to look nice I stammered."