15 comments/ 114137 views/ 13 favorites The 'Blacklion' Ch. 01 By: thebruce2 Major Themes: M/F; M/F x many ladies; interracial sex ‘black on blondes’; male stripping; muscle worship; sexual fantasy especially black fantasy; cock tease and cock worship; male sexual domination. Disclaimer: The Story of The Blacklion and its many chapters to follow is a work of erotic fiction and fantasy. It is meant to provide entertainment for the reader. The story is a work of fiction and is not based upon any real life characters or real life places. The views and themes explored throughout the story are not necessarily the views and ideas of the writer. They simply explore the idea that many white western or European ladies fantasise about black men sexually and especially exceptionally muscular and endowed black men. No offence is meant nor is there any racial prejudice intended. On the contrary this fantasy story celebrates the exceptional black male. The story is of a highly sexual and erotic nature designed for enjoyment. The major audience is designed and intended to be white women (married or single) and married couples but it is hoped that the adventures of the Blacklion will be enjoyed by all. The writer would appreciate constructive feedback. Please address all correspondence to the address in my profile. * Chapter 1. Introducing the Blacklion. “Down the way where the nights are gay And the sun shines daily on a mountain top I took a trip in a sailing ship Until I reached Jamaica I made a stop. But I’m sad to say, I’m on my way Wont be back for many a day My heart is down my head is turning around I had to leave a little girl in Kingston Town.” Song by the great Harry Belafonte. ‘Oh hear us Isis and Osiris For those who seek your light we pray And in all their perils, grant them patience And lead them safe in wisdoms way’. From the Egyptian Prayer. Kingston Town, Jamaica in the Caribbean, part of the West Indies is the setting for this erotic tale that has a far outreach to many parts of the world where white women fantasise about good looking, well built and horse hung black studs. The island of Jamaica and specifically Kingston Town is home and base to 20 year old Dwayne Samuels, a native of Jamaica but of mixed West Indian and African blood. Dwayne aka ‘the blacklion’, his pseudonym or pen name, was born in Jamaica just over twenty years ago. His mother Merlene was an Olympic athlete, a pedigree sprinter who represented Jamaica for over a decade as a 100 and 200 metre sprinter and also in sprint relays. His father was born in the African nation of Ghana and visited Jamaica to train in hospitality management and in particular resort management. He attended the same college where Merlene studied. It is not unusual for promising students in developing nations to study at overseas institutions as part of assistance abroad. Whilst in Kingston Town he had a sexual relationship with Merlene and she fell pregnant. As a result she gave birth to Dwayne at the local maternity hospital in Kingston Town. Unfortunately the relationship with Merlene did not work out and Dwayne’s father (his name was Arufuoe) returned to Accra the capital city of Ghana just before he was born. Dwayne was raised by his mother and she worked hard most recently at the Jamaican Gold Resort. To this day she is the Resort bookings manager but is currently in Miami Florida gaining more training and experience at a sister resort again as assistance abroad policy. Dwayne was always told that his father was a wonderful man, a warrior of noble blood (almost royal blood) and his mother described him as a good looking, well built and intelligent man who wanted to live in Accra, the capital of Ghana. Their relationship was doomed, the two cultures could not mix and they parted sadly never to have contact again. In her recount of the story to her son Merlene Samuels made it clear that her liaison with the man from Ghana was a real love story but it was sadly doomed to fail. Dwayne was told about his father when he was about eleven years old and was very proud of his African roots. He has read a lot about Ghana and the African continent and it is his hope to visit one day to trace his roots. He was also told that his father had passed away when he was 7 years old. He had been involved in a fatal collision on a motorway in Germany when on business in Europe. That was all he was told and his mother guarded the identity of his father strongly but at the same time encouraged Dwayne to learn about his African roots and the lost culture that was so much a part of him. Merlene was a very striking lady in her prime and probably still is now at the age of 42. Olympic sprinters, especially some of the black sprinters, are known for their amazing muscularity and physiques. Merlene was no exception. She used her influence to secure a good position in the Jamaican Gold Resort and had worked for them now for nearly 8 years since the Resort commenced operations just outside Kingston Town. Just recently she was sent to a sister resort in Miami Florida to do a similar job as reward for her services. Young Dwayne was taken into the resort by the senior management, partly to accommodate Merlene but also because there was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels, even at an early age that did not go unnoticed. He was different to most young men and he was good for the Resort and its business. Young Dwayne remains an employee of the Resort in his mother’s absence but lives in a small beach front cabana at the other end of the cove where the Resort is located. The Jamaican Gold Resort was established in January 1997 at a little cove called ARIBA just south of Kingston Town. The setting was idyllic and deliberately chosen for its natural beauty. Set in a small cove the locals call ARIBA it is somewhat sheltered from direct ocean swell, the Resort’s golden sands inviting the most aqua blue ocean to caress its shore. Behind the Resort are the towering mountain tops made famous in the song by Harry Belafonte many decades earlier. Just offshore, about 250 metres across the cove is a little island with rock formations that look like three great sails stretching and reaching for the sky. The base of the island consists of golden sand that split the rock sails and enable someone to walk through the vertical rocks to the other side of the island. This little hideaway is a favourite for tourists to sun themselves and develop their tan. It is about 100 metres long and over 170 metres wide. Set in a tropical location the ‘five star’ Resort was developed by Government encouragement of foreign investment capital, in order to encourage the tourist dollar, especially from the northern wealthy nations, where people longed to escape the winter cold. Most of the investment was American capital and no expense was spared to create a tropical paradise for people to escape their mundane lives and for the wealthy to relax and play. This was opulence at its greatest and a playground for people to come and live out their fantasies; to escape their stressful lives. The Resort has three swimming pools of various shapes and sizes. Each pool is heated at night (and lit) and landscaped with rocky waterfalls and tropical gardens. Each pool has bars that serve tropical drinks to cater for every taste. One bar is in the middle of the pool. A patron simply swims to the bar and climbs up to sit on bar side stools set in the water. Seated comfortably people simply sample the various cocktail tastes. There are many lilos to paddle out on and each pool is surrounded by tanning lounges that are padded and adjustable to any configuration to cater for both lying down and sitting upright. The landscaping is luxurious and tropical flowers are always in bloom with their many shades of red, yellow, pink cream, white and lilac. As well as the swimming pools, the Resort contains several tennis courts and squash courts; a huge gym and health centre with equipment for cardio training as well as resistance training; at least 6 restaurants serving all types of cuisine; a small casino; two night clubs for socialising, drinking and romantic dancing; a cinema complex; many shops for souvenirs and items of clothing; a currency exchange outlet and the main office and administration area. There are many other features which will unfold throughout this story of ‘The Blacklion”. The Resort caters for a five star accommodation. There are single rooms and doubles, as well as several penthouse apartments. All accommodation is spacious, elegantly furnished and finished with extravagant ‘mod cons’. The Resort has three levels and all have balconies and patios exquisitely tiled and furnished with sun furniture and outdoor furniture for enjoying a meal. The top rooms have amazing views down to the pool areas below; across the cove to the island with its idyllic rocky sail formations reaching for the sky and behind to the sweeping mountain that acts as a backdrop to the Resort. The mountain is lush and green and covered with dense vegetation and full off colourful wildlife (insect and bird life) and wild flowers. Each apartment has a telescope to survey the surrounding landscape and especially the night sky. At night the sky is black and almost always clear and the stars shine just as bright as they must have shined for the Ancient Egyptians of the Nile region. Each afternoon the sun sets behind the island, often the red ball lighting up a fiery sky, a perfect setting to relax and forget your stresses and worries. The Resort offers many services for its many visitors. As well as the swimming pools, tennis and squash facilities, it also offers windsurfing, sailing, scuba diving and snorkelling, fishing, the gym, massage and beauty therapy, tanning indoors and outdoors, the casino and nightclubs not to mention the restaurants. It employs many local Jamaicans as part of conditions of the foreign investment. It has its own security that is operational 24 hours a day by its own people. The Resort is totally serviced with the latest electronic surveillance equipment and the place is totally autonomous to the surrounding communities. Only the tourists and those who work at the Resort can enter. The Resort can cater for a maximum of 300 guests who occupy the 200 single accommodations and 50 double accommodations. With some creative adjustments it could cater for another 20-30 guests. During peak season, which matches the northern winter time the Jamaican Gold resort is almost continuously full. During off peak, matching the northern summer, the numbers can fall to around two thirds the maximum accommodation. Most of the guests are North American, from the United States and Canada. Many come from across Europe and some from Asia. The latter is a market the Resort wants to tap into as part of its future business plan. In the off season, the northern summer, marketing turns to South America and places like Australia down under. Consistent with its original business plan, the marketing is aimed exclusively to younger people. Essentially the Resort aims to attract wealthy people who are under 35 years of age who have achieved much in their life and who have common interests. Although the Resort caters for married couples, it primarily markets to singles with an active marketing push to women who want a fun place to visit in a tropical setting; ladies who simply want to get away and enjoy the Resort and its obvious lifestyle. It is not a cheap place to stay for a relaxing break. This in itself encourages only an exclusive type of clientele, people of wealth and means who want to enjoy the freedoms the Jamaican Gold has to offer. There has never been any concern that the Resort should change its marketing to include older people and families. If economic circumstances changed and the Resort experienced hardship the management would look to change the marketing approach and the target markets. Since the transfer of Merlene Samuels to Miami over 6 months ago, young Dwayne Samuels was kept on staff by the senior management. There was something about young Dwayne from an early age that made him rather special and of great value to the Resort. Today he is indispensable as he alone they know is one reason why so many women stay at the Jamaica Gold. He was employed to do several things at the Resort. Basically he is one of the main maintenance people, fixing everything that breaks down that requires hands and tools to fix it. He is an excellent gardener and landscape gardener, entirely self taught and pool maintenance man. Sometimes he serves behind the many pool bars. He is trained in all types of massage therapy and acts as a personal trainer in the gym, especially for the ladies. It is this last aspect of Dwayne that underlines his uniqueness and the window to his story. From an early age Dwayne stood out from all the other kids. There was something quite extraordinary young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. As a teenager he noticed he received a lot of attention from the ladies at the resort and even from some men. He didn’t like the attention from the men so much, although he was happy to tease them at times but he loved the attention from all the beautiful women who visited the Resort as guests. Dwayne opened the door to his cabana and walked in. It had been a very average day at the Jamaican Gold Resort. He had cleaned a few pool filters very early in the morning. He tried to avoid pool maintenance during the day as it interfered with the guests. He had spent most of the day building a new rock garden just at the entrance to the mountain walk. The mountain walk is one of the very attractive features of the Resort. Many people like to do a good bushwalk. This walk to the top of the mountain and back is an all day outing for the guests. It follows a circular walking track that in many ways follows the path of least resistance for the walkers. By that is meant it takes into account the various grades, slopes and contours of the mountain side so the walk to the top of the mountain is not too difficult. The descent is also not too steep. The view from the top is breathtaking. Dwayne had built, with the help of another couple of Resort employees who were also Jamaican, a viewing station at the top. It is located on a rock ledge and looks down on the Resort and across the cove to the island with its amazing rocky sails reaching for the sky. Nearby is a log cabin with accommodation for two people. It is furnished and supplied with everything required for an overnight stay. It had taken nearly a year to build the cabin. Most guests do the day trip, sometimes under supervision (a guide who explains many natural features as they walk). If someone wants to spend the night at the top of the mountain in the log cabin they are required to book the cabin in advance and take a cell phone for safety and communication with the Resort administration centre which is staffed 24 hours a day to serve the needs of guests. One of the biggest attractions on the walk is the waterfalls and the fresh, clear rock pools which are ideal for swimming. Two of the pools are large and one is about 8 metres deep in one place. The waterfalls cascade down rocky faces. The biggest of the falls is over 20 metres in height and the sound of the falling water brings guests in touch with all that nature provides and adds to the enjoyment of the day trek to the top of the mountain. As can be imagined, sunset at the top is an amazing experience but a guest would have to spend the night to enjoy the falling Jamaican sun behind the sails of ‘ARIBA’ the local name for the island. The garden Dwayne is building at the commencement of the track is almost complete. He is working on the commemoration stone at the moment. Inside his neat and very tidy cabana, Dwayne strolled to the fridge and opened it to get an icy cold tropical fruit juice drink which he loved to drink after a day at the resort. His cabana is about 200 metres from the main entrance to the resort. It is at the edge of the cove and adjacent to a small headland which at low tide is accessible and provides access to the next deserted beach. He drives his 4WD provided by the Resort to the Jamaican Gold every day. Dwayne has lived at the cabana compliments of the management of the Resort (rent free) for nearly 6 months, basically since his mother Merlene relocated to Miami for further training and experience. Although plainly furnished it has everything he needs. From here he can go surfing and fishing. The surf in the next cove is better and he has been riding a surf board for 10 years. He has a small outboard runner (a boat) which he takes out to sea when he decides to go fishing. Sometimes he likes to go to ‘ARIBA’ just to find out who is on the island and what may be happening. He knows every square metre of this cove and the surrounding areas. He knows every nook and cranny of ‘ARIBA’ and he has seen a lot on that rocky island since his teens. Women visiting the Resort love to visit alone to lye in the Jamaican sun and develop their tan. Dwayne walked into the small study and weight training room adjacent to the lounge room area. He stood and faced the wide tall mirror up against the wall. The rooms of the cabana have 10 foot ceilings and many windows to keep the heat down. The sea breeze always circulates through the cabana. He is always moved by his reflection from the mirror. There was something extraordinary about Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. Today he stood before the mirror taking in a reflection that was God given but nurtured carefully since his early teens by a healthy life style and an impressive training regimen in the Resort gym usually late at night. He was dressed in his typical working clothes when working outdoors. He is wearing the body hugging singlet or tank top with the Resort logo. He has so many of these in many colours. This one is white and the logo always located over the left pectoral muscle. This singlet was probably two or three sizes too small, gripping and hugging his enormous frame, the thin shoulder straps barely making it over his neck muscles peaking from the many shoulder shrug exercises he has done over the years. One strap had been torn and tied in a knot above the left shoulder just for the look, creating an impression he was busting out of his clothing, which he most certainly was. He had on his usual blue cut off jeans, cut so short that they barely reached mid thigh. This particular pair were very faded and old, the type that are tattered and ripped, something that is suppose to be fashionable. The cut offs gripped the twin moons of his massive gluteus and did little to hide the extraordinary package he had between his legs. Underneath he always wore a tiny lycra thong that did its best to contain his manhood. He glanced down at the black Caterpillar (known as ‘Cats’) walking boots, the standard equipment to work in during the day. They were size 13. He chuckled to himself as he recalled one female guest saying to him about 6 months ago ‘a guy with big feet always has a big cock’. How right she was and in the case of Dwayne that was an understatement. She did not get to see that manhood though as he didn’t really fancy her that much. He also had big hands. Sometimes that has been used to determine the size of a guy’s equipment. Dwayne can pick up a basketball, as if it is an orange and almost enclose it with his hand. He has long fingers that can reach places no mans fingers can reach. He chuckled away to himself again. He looked at the green and gold football socks he was wearing today. They were a gift from three members of the ‘Wallabies’ who recently stayed at the Resort. To the unfamiliar reader, the name ‘Wallaby’ is reserved for a member of the Australian Rugby Union team. Three members of that side had recently stayed at the Jamaican Gold Resort for a week. They were so impressed with young Dwayne they wanted to make him a member of the team and take him home. They were of the opinion that with his massive frame and height he would make an outstanding ‘back rower’ and line out specialist who would help the Wallabies beat their nemesis the famous ‘All Blacks’ from across the Tasman (New Zealand All Blacks). The Aussies were typically fun guys and the Wallaby socks were a parting gift for young Dwayne who they installed as an honorary mate. He had watched the odd Rugby match on pay TV and enjoyed the sport greatly and he always supported the Wallabies. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 01 He looked at his reflection again. He knew that what he was looking at drove both men and women to a state of delirium. Whenever he was around heads turned, jaws dropped and conversation suspended. He was the focus of constant attention which for the most part he coped with easily. He simply went about his business at the Resort as if unconcerned by the effect he was having on others. However he was aware, so very aware and he often delighted in doing little things and playing games (for his own amusement) to make their jaws drop even further. He was especially keen to please the ladies at the Resort. He knew they were drawn to him powerfully. Women had been known to go limp at the knees in his presence and he was sure they were very wet between the legs just by his presence. He liked to do little things to add to their pleasure, without giving it away, doing his part for the overall Resort experience he thought. It was for this reason that the senior management were very happy to keep Dwayne on at the Resort and look after his needs and interests. He was to put it mildly good for business. Many women visited the Resort just to take in the breathtaking beauty of this amazing black stud. Word of mouth is an amazing form of advertising and Dwayne also did his best to encourage women to visit ARIBA. There was something extraordinary about Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. As he looked at his reflection in the mirror he could see what made him unique and the centre of attention. The mirror reached all the way to the ceiling and it is slightly tinted. He truly is the Blacklion of Ghana. Among African cultures the lion has been regarded as a powerful and dangerous ruler of the grassland savannah. The extremely rare Blacklion is considered to be stronger and more ferocious than its ordinary counterpart and is sometimes associated with royalty. That is Dwayne, the most amazing Blacklion ever, a product of genetic chance and a healthy lifestyle. He was regal, he felt powerful and he felt royal. He attracted the attention of one that would be royal. He was now cultivating that attention and turning it into his own private pleasure and for the ladies. He wanted to please women and give them a black fantasy time they would never forget. He looked at his reflection. His face has a chiselled look from the top of his head down to his size 13 feet. He had strong facial features and a face that would do any catwalk model justice. He was exceptionally good looking. His mother was a very beautiful woman so he figured he must have got his looks from Merlene Samuels. He had a strong forehead, high cheekbones and that chiselled jaw line that was drop dead gorgeous. His face would not be out of place in your leading male model magazines. He had stunning, piercing but alive, deep brown eyes and eyelashes that were as long as you could imagine. His eyes would simply catch attention and they would lure you like a bee to honey. His lips were typically African, big and very full. He stuck his tongue out. He was amazed at how pink it was, even a little red and it seem to stretch beyond any normal size tongue. It was long and thick, a little like some other part of his anatomy as he chuckled to himself. His tongue was like that of a spiny anteater but in his case it was sometimes eating something much more pleasant than ants and it made for an outlandish warm up exercise when it came to pleasuring a babe of his choice. Like bees he liked to harvest a good honey pot. He had beautiful, flawless skin. He had long used a product available at the beauty shop at the Resort to scrub (a honey and almond scrub) to cleanse his face and a follow up product to moisten his facial skin. Long days in the sun can do a lot of damage to skin but he kept his skin so clean and in vibrant condition. His hair was shoulder length and black in colour. His hair was thick but very unusual as it was rather straight when let loose. Most guys of African origin would have curly hair and would keep it very short. In the past he would tie it back as a pony tail but at the moment he had his hair in classic dreadlocks. It looked sensational and definitely suited his face and the overall package of perfect physical specimen that he presented. It was not his idea to put his hair in dreadlocks. The beauty shop also has a hairdressing salon. A local Jamaican girl, employed at the Resort, had talked him into allowing her to do his hair after work late one afternoon. She was just looking for an excuse to lay her hands on this young god like hunk and she was keen to enhance his look. Dwayne approved of the look. A lion should have a mane and his dreadlock mane was perfect. He was the perfect gentleman and did not follow through on the advances of his hairdresser. He was always a gentlemen but it is also true that he fancied the ladies and especially the ladies of white European origin. He laughed again as he looked at his prominent teeth. They were perfect teeth and a brilliant white in colour. He had never had any dental work. A life time of eating fish, rice, tropical fruit and vegetables had not done any damage to his teeth. He regularly brushed, both morning and night and gaggled a mouth wash to kill germs and protect the teeth. He was a health fanatic and this is typical of Dwayne in looking after his body or the ‘Temple’ as he called it. He continued to laugh as he thought of a ‘mate’ of his who remarked that Dwayne could be spotted easily in the dark if you could get him to smile or laugh. Those teeth simply shined through the dark and gave him away instantly. The colour of his skin certainly did little to give him away at night. There was something extraordinary about Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He continued to look at his impressive reflection. He is a mountainous hunk. There is no other way to say it. For a 20 year old to be so physically developed he felt blessed. He stood an amazing 6 foot 8 inches. That’s a height of 202+ centimetres or over 2 metres tall. He has been approached to play basketball but he likes the lifestyle of the beach and the surf too much to throw hoops for a living. There were better ways to make a living. Combined with that height, he last weighed in at just under 19 stone (or 275 lbs) or for those who understand metric an amazing 125 kilograms of lean hard muscle. He continued to look at his reflection that filled the tinted mirror. He was a ball of muscle from head to foot. He recently had his body fat taken and was measured at a body fat of 5%. Most elite athletes may be 10-15%. A body fat measure of 5% is freakish and difficult, almost impossible to sustain without a lifestyle commitment and a lot of self discipline. A constant diet of baked or steam fish, including tuna, rice, fresh garden vegetables and tropical fruits and a large daily intake of water all his life had obviously paid off. This combined with his almost daily heavy weight training in the Resort gym late at night had produced a flawless physique. He used weight gain supplements such as protein powders but only ever mixed with water. He never used any illegal substances to build his body as he valued his ‘temple’ and his health and fitness above all else. He had the combination of amazing gene pool and lifestyle that had produced a Herculean black Adonis, a work of art that not even a laboratory could manufacture. He had no need to use illegal drugs. He did not look like a steroid freak. He looked totally natural. Professional bodybuilders do not look this good. Some, only a few rare exceptions, had his muscle mass but not his height. They look squat and rather ugly, just too big for their height but Dwayne looked like an Adonis to be worshipped and that’s what he wanted to do. He wants to make the ladies happy and he knows he does. Most bodybuilders had a definite off season look as well. They tended to look a bit grotesque at such times. Not young Dwayne Samuels. He had no off season. He always looked the same, ripped and shredded muscle pulsating and rippling at all times. He was a genetic freak. If your eyes were mistaken, you may think of him as being like a morphed computer image of a muscle hunk. But he was clearly better because every part of his body looked in total proportion. Nothing seemed unreal or fake. Even a genetic scientist could not have crafted such perfection. There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He stood back a metre, lowered his arms to lift the tight tank top over his head. As he pulled it off his head he glimpsed at his stretched torso and smiled. He noted the pronounced intercostals and the elevated hard as steel abdominals that you could truly wash your clothes on. He had an unusual ‘eight pac’ which he ran his right hand over all the way down to the top of the cut off jeans. He chuckled again to himself as he recalled the nickname ‘midnight’ which some of the Resort staff had given him. They joked he could go naked at night and not be seen provided he did not smile! His skin was pitch black, unusual in Jamaica. His mother Merlene was very dark and according to his mother his father was a classic black man from Ghana. From shoulder to shoulder he stretched an incredible 30 inches across (77cm). When standing in a normal door frame his flaring deltoids on both shoulders virtually touched the edges of the frame. It was not unusual for him to walk through a door frame by turning his body slightly to one side. His chest was a massive 64 inches around (163cm) which was unusual for even the biggest bodybuilders. The wide expanse of his upper body tapered down symmetrically to a tiny narrow waist of barely 30 inches all the way around. When he sucked in his stomach and turned sideways the waist was so narrow he could easily enclose his big hand more than half way around it. It was so narrow when sucked in it seemed to create a depressed hollow under the vast expanse at the bottom of his rib cage. He turned his back to face the tall mirror, gripped his small tight waist on both sides and fanned his back to admire the enormous ‘lats’ built and cut by the years of training heavy weights in the Resort gym. His spine was protected either side by elevated parallel ridges of muscle which followed the vertical spine on either side and only disappeared when they met the taut small of his lower back. It is this amazing V shape torso that initially takes the breath away of any unsuspecting onlooker; their eyes held transfixed by that gentle sway of his hips as he walks by. He faced the mirror again to strike a left and then right bicep pose followed by a double bicep pose. His twin peaks ballooned an impossible 22.5 inches, perfect symmetry and rock hard. The ladies at the Resort always want to touch and feel his biceps when an opportunity arises. He smiled as he put his arms by his side and squeezed his pectorals together. Two slabs of hard sinuous, striated muscle that formed his pectorals ballooned out impossibly so, attached at one end to the breastbone and creating a deep chasm between the two pectorals. Even the Grand Canyon would approve of this pectoral development. His nipples were hard from the breeze driving back from the resort and they stretched out at least a centimetre from his pectorals. His chest was simply amazing. Someone could get lost between his pectorals he thought as he rubbed them from underneath and pushed them out to show off his erect nipples. He was getting a little horny and wanting to get himself off. He turned sideways again, straightened his arm to tense his pronounced triceps, admiring the classic upside down V shape separating the triceps. His pronounced obliques started from under the rib cage and ran all the way down at an angle to disappear below the cut off jeans, giving promise of what was lying dormant below. There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He unzipped the cut off jeans and dropped them to the floor, stepping out of them to kick them to one side only to land on top of a myriad of girlie magazines on the floor in front of the mirror. He stood dressed only in a tiny white lycra thong which hid nothing of his prominent manhood and the black CAT boots he always wore to work at the Resort. His tiny white thong was stretched to the limit doing very little to hide his protruding package and certainly little of his black pubic hair. He stretched out a leg and shook his quadriceps. Like a slab of muscular meat the quad rippled and rolled from one side to the other on his outstretched leg. His quadriceps measured 32 inches around and flared outwards in a curved arc that reached all the way to his groin at one end and his patella (knee cap) at the other end He turned his back to the mirror. He loved to look at his glutes. He was sure the ladies visiting the Resort loved to sneak a look at his tremendous ass. So did the men, some in envy, a few in lust. He loved to tease them all as the cut off jeans only accentuated the twin moons of his ass. He liked to bend over and give people a teasing look. He squeezed and pinched the cheeks of his butt together, every muscular sinew clearly visible and vibrating perfectly in tune and symmetry. His butt jutted out from the lean small of his back. He had glutes that defied description, black, hard as steel, smooth and amazingly so shiny. The tiny thong strap was engulfed so much by the twin cheeks that the strap simply disappeared from view between the mountainous moons that comprised his ass. He pretended to do a dead lift. Stretching his huge hamstrings and causing the glutes to balloon out, ripple and wobble. He bent all the way over to almost touch the floor in a true bend over babe pose that he often admired in the girlie magazines. He loved the look of a beautiful white babe in bend over pose, especially if she showed a classic puckered pussy as if inviting this stud to taste and take his pleasure. He straightened up again to flex the calf muscle of his left leg. It was as if someone had transplanted two grapefruit in the back of his lower legs. He suspected all that walking up the mountain top had given him calves to rival a Papuan in the Southern Highlands of Papua New Guinea. There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He faced the mirror and noticed one of the girlie magazines was open at a stunning blond with big tits and gorgeous blue eyes. He has a love for white babes going back to the incident at the Resort just over three years ago now when he realised the magnetic effect he has on women, and especially some of the wealthy and stunning babes who visit the Resort. There was no time to reflect upon that awakening now. He was feeling very stimulated by his own reflection and the hot blonde in the magazine was simply adding to his developing erection. He ran his hands over his upper torso up and down his washboard and eventually hooked his thumbs under the tiny elastic side bands of the lycra thong. He rolled the thong down his massive tree trunk thighs which as always proved a difficult task with his thunderous quads stretching the lycra to almost breaking point in order to accommodate the removal of the pathetic garment that could not possibly do its cover up job. He chuckled a little to himself at that thought. It was all curled up as he kicked it away to join the cut off jeans near the girlie magazines. He admired his naked reflection in the mirror. He is a truly humungous young stud with an insatiable appetite to pleasure white women of great beauty. He loves to get his ‘rocks’ off every day just thinking about beautiful women and the ‘blackfantasy’ that so many of them secretly crave but in a latent way, until they find the right time , place and person to bring that fantasy to a stark reality. That was always an amazing moment for them and for the ‘blacklion’. That was Dwayne’s mission; to provide white ladies with the ultimate sexual ‘blackfantasy’ and he loved to please them and take total control once he had them mesmerised. Black men had such a natural advantage he thought. He especially has such an advantage. The blackness of his skin only accentuated the rippling muscularity of his enhanced frame which was imposing and intimidating but so unbelievably exciting to women (and gay men). There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He was smooth all over, from top to bottom, thanks to the regular body waxing he received at the Resort beauty shop from the local girls who work there and who love to lay a hand upon his bodily temple. His pubic hair is trimmed and cropped. Under his arms remains some hair to trap the natural pheromones to attract the ladies. His black dreadlocked mane made him look like a “Blacklion” he had researched all about several years ago. He looked at his god like reflection. He was every white babe’s fantasy. His look was even further accentuated by the glow, even a natural sheen to his very black and unblemished skin. This enhanced the already extreme muscularity as it rippled and rolled as he posed in front of the mirror. His skin was very elastic, very thick and tough after years of surfing and being outdoors. Several years ago one of the beauty shop employees had introduce him to a skin firming product, a lotion, that not only firmed the skin but made it glow and shimmer. The secret ingredients were Q10 Plus with Coenzymes Q10 plus R. He was not a chemistry enthusiast but several years of applying this lotion had definitely strengthened and firmed the skin whilst doubling its elasticity. His skin was sensational to touch and often drew many comments from the ladies seeking out his secret. Women love skin products. The lotion also contained Aloe Vera, vitamin E, glycerine, and cucumber essence, all the ingredients to protect and enhance the skin. It also contained a natural agent that made the skin shimmer and glow and the effect was lasting throughout the day, only fading a little as he went about his work at the Resort. All the body essentials in a body lotion that he liberally applied all over every day, especially in the morning after an early morning surf with his fibreglass board. Sometimes he applied it at night before going to the gym for his regular 2 hour routine of intense resistance training. The effect of all this was to accentuate the muscularity and create a sexy sheen, a stud of natural beauty and health. Sometimes he could almost see a reflection in his skin the shimmer effect was so good but it was the glutes that just amazed people who had seen him butt naked. The glutes looked like polished stone, perhaps black granite or better polished marble, so smooth and shiny. The black marble god reflected in the mirror was a natural work of art which resulted from his gene pool and a lifestyle at The Resort something he would not trade for monetary offers elsewhere. He looked again at his reflection. His body he regarded as his temple. He did all he could do to strengthen and care for it. He did not mark it with a single tattoo and he was not a fan of body piercing. The only exception is a small diamond stud in his right ear lobe. The only jewellery he wore was a small 18 ct gold neck chain with his star sign Taurus the bull in gold attached to the chain. He also had a 18ct gold chain around his right wrist, a gift from his mother. It was appropriate he was born under the star sign of Taurus as he regarded himself as a bull at times. He was fascinated by the stars in the night sky. Astronomy was a favourite hobby and pastime. He owned a large telescope which he often located on the veranda of his cabana. From the veranda he had a clear view of the night sky and during the day he could focus the telescope on the cove, the ‘sails of ARIBA’ and he could clearly see the top of the mountain, with its viewing ledge and the log cabin. His view to the island was unimpeded and he had seen some interesting things in his short stay at the cabana. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 01 He was fascinated by the stars and turned his telescope on them often. He was well aware of the constellations and their connections with ancient civilisations and cultures. His favourite constellation was Orion, visible in the night sky during the northern winter from October to March. It is south east of the neighbouring Taurus constellation under which star sign he was born. The Ancient Egyptians of the Old Kingdom (4th Dynasty) believed the stars of Orion and its neighbouring stars formed the image of the Egyptian God of Osiris. This God was the principal God of the underworld and judge of the dead and the Pharaohs of that time were believed to follow a Star Religion that professed that the dead kings were to become the star souls of Orion. He was fascinated that within the Great Pyramid of Giza, a shaft was discovered that makes its way from the Kings chamber through the main structure pointing directly at the belt of Orion. A second shaft from the Queens chamber points directly at the bright star of Sirius (not part of the Orion constellation) representing Isis the wife of Osiris. Sirius one of the brightest stars in the night sky is located to the left of the right foot of the God Osiris depicted by the stars of Orion. The alignment of the shafts to the stars is in reality so perfect and this fascinated young Dwayne. Also, the three pyramids of Giza built on the ground are in perfect alignment and shape with the three stars that make up the belt of Orion, symbolic of the God Osiris. Many believe that when the pyramids of Giza were built the Pharaohs were actually building Heaven on Earth and the shafts in the Great Pyramid were to assist the dead king on his journey to the afterlife to join the Gods in the stars. He was aware of the Ancient Greek connections with Orion and the story amused him greatly. Orion was so named in honour of the Greek mythical figure ‘Orion the Hunter’. The Greeks believed the stars of the Orion constellation and the surrounding stars connected to make a pattern but in this case they formed an outline of ‘Orion the Hunter’. The hunter Orion was named from a mythical Greek hero famed, among other things, for his amorous pursuit of the Pleiades, the 7 daughters of the giant Atlas. The Orion constellation is principally made up of seven stars the most prominent being the red star Betelgeuse at the top left and the giant blue star Rigel at the bottom right. These stars to the Greeks represent the seven daughters of Atlas. According to Greek mythology, in order to protect the Pleiades from the hunter Orion, the Gods placed them among the stars, where Orion nightly stalks them across the night sky. An amusing story but young Dwayne often imagined he was the God Osiris from Egyptian Star Religion and often imagined he was ‘Orion the Hunter’ stalking the beautiful white women who often visited the Jamaican Gold Resort and the cove ARIBA. He was a hunter and the African legend of the Blacklion was very appropriate for this black muscle god who sought out his fortunate prey in order to always please and pleasure them in a way they could never find anywhere or anytime. All this bodily reflection combined with the image of a gorgeous centrefold babe in the girlie magazine was making him very stimulated. He was very horny and it was time to relieve himself of his load, something he did regularly to ease the constant ache in his balls. There is something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. Standing impressively naked in front of the tall mirror that stretched all the way to the ceiling, he grinned and stared intently at the reflection of his bodily temple’s greatest muscle, the intimidating black ‘schlong’ between his thunder thighs. It jutted upwards from his groin area at roughly an angle of 30 degrees from the horizontal as if searching for someone to worship its grandeur. His breathtaking cock, like every other muscle in his body, looked genetically enhanced or computer morphed. In its flaccid state his cock did not hang straight down to hug the rope like abductor muscles of his inner thighs but always jutted out as if beckoning to be touched, kissed, licked, stroked and worshipped. His balls where huge, the size of two large lemons and always aching for attention and release. His scrotum was always very firm and this was the reason why his cock never hung low and down. His cock sat atop tight balls that pushed his incredible penis forward. In its flaccid state it measured an amazing 9.5 inches in length and as thick as a can of cola. His cock jutted out its impressive inches ending in the perfect fireman’s helmet or head, big and bulbous, with a 12mm slit on the top of the head oozing great quantities of pre cum and assisting with the necessary lubrication to allow his coming jack off. He pretended he had an audience, something he loved to have, readying himself for the ultimate performance. With his left hand gripping around his mammoth cock at its base and his right hand squeezing the pre cum around the fireman’s helmet at the top of his cock, blood began to surge forth filling every vascular millimetre of his huge weapon. He began to groan and moan. The sexual sensations were enveloping his whole body and his brain flooded with visions of stunning babes like the one in the girlie magazine who was now the focus of his ravenous attention. His cock just grew and grew. Blood filled every vascular pore as he grabbed his cock with now both hands, inches still to spare and began shamelessly pumping. Fully erect his piston measured an unbelievable 14 inches or just under 36 centimetres long. He was so thick that even he struggled to get his hand fully around its girth. It measured 8 inches around when fully erect. His cock was a jaw breaker and pussy buster if he wanted it to be but most girls would not be able to take his cock. On most guys it would simply look obscene, just too big but with his massive muscular frame it was perfectly in proportion and not out of place. He pushed it to the vertical with his right hand and he chuckled as he noticed it reached well past his navel when pressed against his steel abs. It was indeed true what people said about black guys and especially one with big hands and big feet. It had to be the most monstrous yet most stunning black cock ever imagined. The other amazing thing he noticed was how his cock defied gravity. A cock of this size would surely hang down according to the laws of physics but Dwayne, now standing side on to the mirror, admired how this beauty actually pointed upwards just slightly above the parallel to the ground. It was so blood engorged it was as hard as a steel baseball bat. He began moving his hips in and out in a simulated fucking action causing his cock to bounce up and down slapping against his torso making a definite thudding sound as it smacked against his classic washboard. Grabbing hold again with his right hand his cock felt so warm and he slapped it furiously many times into the palm of his left hand. He stroked it hard and fast and then did a twist like action on the head as pre cum spewed out of his slit providing all the necessary lubrication for a slick pump. He imagined his thick black rubbery pole smashing against an unsuspecting face or against the gorgeous butt of the girlie magazine babe who was posing with her butt pushed high and out as if to encourage penetration. He loved big firm tits and ass, his two favourite parts of female anatomy and it really made him hard looking at the amazing fitness babe in the magazine.. He truly was the Blacklion and the Jamaican Gold Resort, the aqua blue cove and the island sails of ‘ARIBA’, as well as the mountain backdrop was his savannah. He was free to roam his territory, seek out his lovely prey and deliver to them to the sexual blackfantasy of their lifetime. There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. He delighted in what was about to happen. He again chuckled as he noticed the gold masking tape stuck to the floor. It was 2.6 metres or 260mm from the mirror according to the black texta marking on the tape. It was dated 2 weeks ago. He remembered the day well. It was a new record. A stunning brunette at the resort with the huge rock hard melons standing by the pool at the Resort in a tiny bikini was being photographed as he was cleaning a pool filter on the adjacent pool. She was gorgeous and the mental image of her perfectly formed tanned body sent him home with a boner. She did take the odd look at him as well. He just had to leave. That day the first three volleys of his cumshot had smashed into the mirror with amazing force. Today he felt the surge and he started to groan. He gripped his huge bat and shamelessly pumped again. The first volley erupted and fired in almost a straight line hitting the mirror at about 4 metres off the floor. It splattered as it hit with such great force and then began to ooze down under the inevitable weight of gravity. It was thick and the usual bright white colour and against his pitch black skin that was always a sight to be hold. He continued to pump hard urging on the inevitable hot steam from his piston. The next two volleys followed an arc path, the second hitting the mirror at about 1 metre off the floor. The third landed just short of the mirror on the magazine babe he was imagining he was fucking from behind. Volley after volley followed with great force. He counted 15 amazing volleys of warm cum as he emptied his balls of their load, a load that nearly always was able to fill a cup or a test tube. The sensations were always able to send him delirious but it was not a record. Two weeks ago that stunning brunette stimulated him so much that he hit the mirror on the full three times in a row. He always shot a big load. It was not unusual for him to shoot at least 15 volleys of warm cum before the sperm simply commenced to ooze out slowly from the big slit at the top of the fireman’s helmet shaped head of his cock. A few more squeezes to drain the last precious drops and he was done. There was something extraordinary about young Dwayne Samuels even from an early age. The buckets of cum and the force of his ejaculations was a gift to be saved only for those ladies he fancied the most. He again chuckled to himself as he thought that he could do a Jamaican bukkake all on his own. Bukkake is Japanese and involves dozens of men relieving themselves all over one girl, one at a time, so that in the end she was literally saturated in cum. Sometimes it is known as a cumbath but he was capable of delivering a ferocious cumbath by himself. He chuckled again to himself as he remembered his name for a cup of his cum. He called it a protein shake for the ladies but only for the right person at the right time and place. His cock still jutted out in an arc as the last drops of protein oozed from the long slit on top of the fireman’s head of his cock. He was tempted to ‘jack off’ again as he had often done but he suddenly became very aware of the noise of his file server in the corner of the same room which has the mirror. He turned to face the two networked computers atop a workstation and the file server that stored large files for uploading that a good friend by the name of Dominic had organised for his business. He cleaned up the mess and wiped down the mirror. He grabbed a cool silk ‘lap lap’ and wrapped it around his narrow waist. He must check his email he thought as he moved towards his computer workstation. ‘The Blacklion’ a story of erotic fantasy and fiction. To be continued... * Comments are welcomed but please read the disclaimer and comments at the commencement of chapter 1. There will be many chapters of the ‘Blacklion’ if it is well received. I have many ideas for his amazing erotic and sexual adventures. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 02 Major Themes: M/F; M/F x many ladies; interracial sex 'black on blondes'; male stripping; muscle worship; sexual fantasy especially black fantasy; cock tease and cock worship; male sexual domination. Disclaimer: The Story of The Blacklion and its many chapters is a work of erotic fiction and fantasy. It is meant to provide entertainment for the reader. The story is a work of fiction and is not based upon any real life characters or real life places. The views and themes explored throughout the story are not necessarily the views and ideas of the writer. They simply explore the idea that many white western or European ladies fantasise about black men sexually and especially exceptionally muscular and endowed black men. No offence is meant nor is there any racial prejudice intended. On the contrary this fantasy story celebrates the exceptional black male. The story is of a highly sexual and erotic nature designed for enjoyment. The writing is more often erotic than sexual. The major audience is designed and intended to be women, especially white women (married or single) and married couples but it is hoped that the adventures of the Blacklion will be enjoyed by all. The writer would appreciate constructive feedback. Please address all correspondence to the email in my profile. Chapter 2: 'Midnightdreams' Special Note: Before reading Chapter 2 the reader is asked to read Chapter 1 'Introducing the Blacklion' posted at The 'Literotica' site. The story of The Blacklion is continuous and information in a previous chapter is assumed to have been read. The enjoyment of this erotic tale is best achieved if read in the order of the chapter numbers. Although sexual in its content the story aims to be more erotic than sexual. It is primarily aimed at women but hopefully will please many an avid reader who are fond of this particular genre of writing. Dwayne walked towards his black leather ergonomic chair that was positioned directly in front of his 19 inch LCD computer monitor. As he approached the chair he picked up a dark blue silk 'lap lap', a sarong that was lying over his computer workstation desk and quickly tied it around his waist. He liked the feel of the smooth, cool silk against his naked flesh and the dark blue colour contrasted strongly with his midnight black skin. Perhaps it would help to cool him down a little he thought. His huge cock was still half erect from the intense release he had just had in front of the mirror and he was still feeling very horny. He had to push his huge cock down his thick left thigh in order to manoeuvre the sarong into place. His cock fought vainly for release and there was no doubting its presence as it caused his sarong to stretch outwards as if it was a piece of tent canvass responding to the tent pole in order to hold it upright. It was time to check his email and perhaps reply to a few enquiries. It was obvious that Dwayne's friend Dominic had been to the cabana today as there were CDs everywhere and a half completed can of lemon/lime soft drink. He had grown up with Dominic and trusted him enormously. He worked at the Resort installing and maintaining the surveillance equipment that was in place for security purposes. He was an electronics whiz and there was nothing he did not understand about computing. He has been teaching Dwayne about the computers and especially the nearby file server that contained many photosets and short movies for uploading to the paying customer. It was not unusual for Dominic to be at the cabana during the day when Dwayne was at the Resort. He installed all the computers and its software, as well as building the file server and its connection to the networked computers. Dwayne had two computers, both networked with all the associated hardware such as printer, fax, scanner, speakers and a web cam. Dominic was in the process of installing 'web cams' throughout the cabana that would give a viewer the ability to watch the 'Blacklion' at home, uninterrupted and in every room, as he moved from one room to another. Dwayne expected this outstanding technology to be operational by the end of the week and it was guaranteed to increase the membership at his website significantly. Both computers were connected to the file server which stored the many photo sets of Dwayne as well as the short movies which paying customers could download when online. The business concept called 'Midnight Dreams' was Dwayne's concept and Dominic was his technical support when he needed him. Dominic was also the photographer for the photo sets and he shot all the movies of Dwayne currently on the file server that were shot on location, either in the cabana or in and around ARIBA. Dwayne opened his email and was delighted to see many messages in his inbox. This was not unusual. ................................................. It had been a long day and night for Ally (short for Allison) Benson. She did not sleep well. She had spent the previous day at the gym taking many of her clients through their workouts, explaining diet and nutritional requirements and discussing their training programmes that she had prepared for them. She had also done a fitness assessment on a new client as well. That was a typical day for her. Ally is the sole owner of her personal training business simply called 'Totally Trained'. The name of the business was thoughtful as it suggests that Ally does more than show customers how to pump iron and do cardiovascular exercises. She is a fully qualified nutritionist as well. She had started her personal training business over three years ago and it was so successful that she needed four staff to assist her now to cater to the growing needs of many people who simply want to improve their fitness, feel better and get into better shape. She is in great demand because she is so good at what she does. She knew she had credibility with customers as she trained at the gym herself and clearly practiced what she preached. At 25 years old she was in outstanding shape and she was a very beautiful green eyed blonde. She turned heads in the gym but she was very professional at what she did and that was the secret to her business success for one still so young. Just the same, she dressed in stylish gym training clothing that enhanced her firm, full breasted and curvaceous figure, a figure that was extremely toned yet very, very feminine. It was early morning and yesterday had been an especially long day for Ally. She was starting later today, as she recalled the conversation she had with Cynthia just yesterday. Cynthia is one of her regular female clients. With the business now doing so well and with excellent staff on hand to work with established clients, Ally had discussed with Cynthia the need to take a break. Three years is such a long time to have not had a holiday and it had been a very long and at times tiring, even stressful three years getting 'Totally Trained' through the difficult establishment stage of the business life cycle. Ally was also training hard herself. She was a successful natural figure and fitness model who, among other things, had done many photo shoots for leading muscle and fitness magazines in Australasia and the United States. She had won many local and a few International Miss Figure and Fitness competitions over the last six years. She had used her knowledge of the industry and her love of health, fitness and beauty to launch her business concept at considerable financial risk to herself. During that time she had also broke up with Robert, her Australian boyfriend of four years when she was 24 years old. It was a painful and stressful break up as well. They had been a couple for nearly 5 years. Since the collapse of that close relationship Ally had dated a few guys but she had discriminating taste in men. She was also highly focussed on the business that she did not have time for another close personal relationship. The few guys she dated were all athletes and had muscular physiques. That was her preference. She was physically stimulated by a young, fit, muscular physique and loved the muscular male. She had allowed herself a few moments of sexual release in recent months. One favourite in particular was Kane, who she met at a product launch for some fitness equipment. She sampled and tasted his steel equipment several times but despite his constant ringing she was not all that keen to enter another relationship. Besides she was looking for a guy with muscles and a brain, not always the easiest combination to find. Kane was a nice guy and he looked great but he was not the most intelligent man in Sydney, a city with over four million people. He was however a great fuck and Ally was sure she brought out a stellar performance in him the several times they had exploded together. As Ally walked into her private study that also doubled as her administration office in her Sydney waterfront apartment, she remembered the black business card that her client Cynthia had slipped to her in her office yesterday after she had printed off Cynthia's training programme for the next week. It had been a very cold night in Sydney and the morning did not promise to bring better weather for the new day. Sydney was welcoming another winter with a sudden cold snap from the south. Winters in Sydney are nothing like Europe but everything is always relative (one of her favourite sayings) and the rain outside was being driven sideways by a strong cold wind that had Ally thinking more about the advice that Cynthia had given her. Perhaps the need to finally take a holiday was exactly what she needed. Ally had just had a hot shower. She was dressed in white woollen track suit pants and matching loose fitting top with her business name 'Totally Trained' written on the back and with the TT logo on the front. She was totally naked underneath as she was not expecting any company on this most miserable morning. She would go to the gym later than normal and had rung one of her trained staff to take one of her early clients. She placed the cup of warm 'Milo' chocolate drink on her desk and turned on her desktop computer. She reached for the black business card that Cynthia had given her today and was intrigued by what she was looking at. Cynthia had only said to log on and 'visit' the internet site on this business card for the erotic experience of her life. Ally had not really looked at the card at the gym which is located in Sydney's Central Business District where her business had its base. She had simply placed it in her carry bag and had only remembered it when she was towelling off her fit and toned body after a hot shower which had woken her and had her feeling both refreshed and relaxed. The business card was a standard size, totally black, so simple in design and the only contrast was some gold shiny, embossed print that contained some contact information. It was a very striking colour contrast she thought and a very intriguing business card. It had no logo, just some writing but she was both impressed and very intrigued with it and especially intrigued by its simple message. Visit The Blacklion at........................ Midnightdreams For a ladies eye's only. Ally clicked on the Internet Explorer icon to go online. She had ninemsn set as her homepage. She immediately typed into the search the web bar (search engine at that site) the word 'midnightdreams' and waited for the search engine to load the internet hyperlinks. She noted the web address she was looking for was the third hyperlink on the list and not knowing what to expect she clicked on the hyperlink that indicated the web address on the black business card with the gold embossed writing. She had broadband with a well respected 'Telco' in Sydney Australia so the page loaded very quickly. She looked curiously at her large LCD computer monitor as the site began to load a Flash media presentation. What followed stunned her so but most definitely got her undivided and undisputed attention. From that moment and unknown to Ally Benson she was set on a course for the erotic and sexual experience of her lifetime: the realisation of a fantasy that she had often thought about and conjured in her mindset. She confessed to herself that the muscular black male was a fantasy she had long dwelled upon but never pursued. Big, 'ripped' and defined musculature looks significantly more enhanced against the background of dark or black skin. That is why white bodybuilders colour their skin when competing. They also oil their bodies for the same reason. Ally had often thought black muscle and fitness competitors had a natural advantage over their competition and she quietly confessed to herself a love of the look of a well developed black male. She found it stimulating and erotic. She had read somewhere that many white western women harbour (secretly or almost latently) erotic black fantasies accompanied by a pent up sexual desire but rarely acted on that fantasy. Some of her female customers often talked to her when she was supervising their training about having a sexual liaison with an attractive black male and there was the usual speculation about the size of a black mans cock. She had remembered several times at contests feeling sexually excited at the sight of a ripped black muscular male but had never taken that latent desire to another level despite obvious opportunities that have been presented to her in the circle that Ally keeps. The Flash Media presentation lasted for about a minute. It appeared to be a very elite and exceptionally muscular as well as tall young man (a serious understatement), dressed only in a dark blue jock strap, dancing under a strobe light ball with his amazing body moving in all directions both forward and back, as well as spinning and turning around. He was from what she could make out, naked except for the jock strap and he was definitely a black man, the most amazing example of male muscular perfection she had ever seen in her lifetime. It should be said that Ally had seen many muscular men at the gym, at photo shoots and at muscle contests. The strobe effect was both very sexy and intriguing as it enhanced the look of this god like young stud and gave only a strong hint of the nakedness of this incredible young man. It was both teasing as well as mysterious, yet tempting and definitely grabbed one's attention as Ally sat riveted to her chair and tried to make out his form which kept dancing to the music playing on her speakers. She struggled to focus on something so unreal that bobbed up and down enclosed in the jockstrap. No it is not possible she thought and thought the strobe was playing tricks with her sight. That is more than trouser trout he is containing in that jock strap. The words 'welcome ladies from the Blacklion to your midnight dream' kept crossing the screen as the music, a strong hypnotic and seductive African drum beat eventually faded away. As the music faded, the flash media presentation also faded away, having so convincingly done its job of getting the attention of the unsuspecting visitor. Like all visitors, Ally was now a captive audience and very keen to explore this site further. It appealed to her latent black desire and black fantasy that she harboured like so many white western women. As the flash media presentation faded along with the seductive drum beat that conjured up thoughts of wild, even primitive savagery, it was replaced by the home page of "The Blacklion". At least that was the title to the page or window she was now viewing. The home page was very simple. It had a close up facial photograph of a stunningly good looking young black male in dreadlocks. He was very black and had the most exceptional smile exposing the most perfect white teeth. Underneath the photo was a simple message of 'Hello and welcome ladies from the Blacklion' and the following words appeared at the bottom of the page. 'Among African cultures the lion has been regarded as a powerful and dangerous ruler of the grassland savannah. The extremely rare Blacklion is considered to be stronger and more ferocious than its ordinary counterpart and is sometimes associated with royalty. Please feel at home to roam free on my cyberspace savannah and if you like, you are most welcome to establish contact with the intention of satisfying your strong physical, emotional and sexual black fantasises. Please feel free to explore the hyperlinks above.' Across the top of the home page were a number of hyperlinks opening the 'surfer' of the internet to the world of The Blacklion. Ally noted that some of these hyperlinks were rather typical when constructing a website for individuals on the internet. She noted the hyperlinks as she scanned across the top of the home page: My Profile; My Statistics; A Photo Gallery; My Personal Services; Guestbook; Contact; and Links. Under the facial shot of this good looking young man was another hyperlink that simply said 'Visit My XXX Site". That had her heart racing and her skin tingling with heat flush and she admitted to herself a strong desire to continue to explore the site. She felt so compelled to open the hyperlinks each in turn and find out exactly why Cynthia had described this journey as potentially the most erotic experience of her life. She was surprised to see her left hand was now under her track suit top and heading up her strong stomach to fondle her left breast and nipple. She was aroused and yet the journey was only just beginning. Clicking her scroll mouse on 'My Profile' she found some small text superimposed on another facial photo of this exceptionally good looking young black man. She had seen many photographs of male models but this young man was simply breathtaking to look at. His face was so chiselled, masculine and alive. He had a smile that would knock you out and his eyes were so alluring in their affect. The writing read as if it was a brief auto biography. The Blacklion at 20 years old lived and worked in Jamaica near the plush Jamaica Gold Resort. Strange but no real name was given at the site. His location was given as 'The cove of ARIBA' near Kingston Town. She was very surprised to learn he was of mixed African and Caribbean blood. She had been to the cricket in the past with her former boyfriend Robert to watch a Test match between Australia and the West Indies at the famous Sydney Cricket Ground. Whilst Robert watched and applauded the cricket, she remembered closely watching a very tall West Indian fast bowler from Barbados who was just a wonderful specimen of black male. That was her secret highlight from that sporting encounter which after 5 days ended in a draw. She found it hard to understand why so many fans got so excited about a game that went for 5 days and did not have a result. The only saving grace she thought was seeing those black West Indian cricketers from the Members Stand located close to the player's change rooms. She knew very little about Ghana except they were skilled at soccer having qualified for the World Cup a couple of times. His hobbies were listed as bodybuilding and weight training, surfing, fishing, history (especially ancient civilisations and mythology) as well as cosmology and astronomy. She thought that an odd combination of interests but the makings of a fascinating guy and someone rather different to the guys she knew and mixed with at work and socially. She clicked on the link called 'Statistics'. She could not believe the facts listed. Most bodybuilders are short and very muscular. They look somewhat unnatural and many look ugly because of the short, squatty look. The Blacklion had that rare combination of height and size (weight) in the extreme and the huge muscularity all over would not look ugly. She read all the statistics. As Ally knew much about bodybuilding, she could relate to the statistics listed for chest, shoulders, biceps, waist, quadriceps, calves and so on. The Blacklion is almost unreal, even mystical if the dimensions quoted are true. He was a god like figure in terms of physical size. She tried to imagine a stunning guy as wide as a door frame at the shoulders with a height over two metres. This is a male Adonis that would be physically imposing and intimidating for most women but the thought of a classic V shape torso that these statistics would translate to set her imagination wild. She tried to imagine herself standing in front of him. At 5 foot 1 inch tall and only 61 kilograms she would be staring at his washboard and staring up at his mountainous pectorals that would adorn his black marble 19 stone muscular frame. She imagined being swept up by this giant of a young man, as if she were a rag doll and thrown on a bed or lounge before being savagely ravished and devoured. She gulped at the mere mention of his most important muscle between his massive thighs. I t simply stated 'XXXL hung and cut'. She remembered the many comments from her female clients, speculating about the size of a black man's cock. Could it be true she thought? Kane was a good nine inches when he fucked her several times and that drove her delirious at times. How big is the Blacklion she speculated? She became aware of her right hand now rubbing her moist 'cunt' and her aroused clitoris, her finger easily penetrating between her legs. She was so excited and very wet. She was amazed at the stimulation being brought on by only her imagination, the information she had read so far, as well as her latent desire for a chiselled, muscular black male. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 02 With her heart beating more rapidly Ally clicked on the link called 'My Photo Gallery'. The page opened with two sides. Down the left hand side were 20 thumbnails (small photographs) of the Blacklion. They were stated as recent and G Rated (meaning not showing total nudity) but they really left little to the imagination in a few cases. By clicking on the thumbnails they enlarged on the right hand side of the page and the first thumbnail was already enlarged and set as a default picture on the page. The photographs were simply breathtaking; all in colour, very large, very high quality and very artistic in some cases to show the musculature of the Blacklion. Some were autographed as the Blacklion at the bottom right. She immediately tried to save a photograph as a 'jpeg' to her hard drive but was disappointed to see that 'right click was disabled' to use computer speak. The Blacklion has copyrighted all photographs at the site, preventing the downloading of the photographs and therefore restricting the viewing of the photos to only those who visit his website 'midnightdreams dot com.' Enlarging each photograph in turn, she was spell bound and she could only agree that this amazing stud would surely be any babes midnight dream. She thought about the naming of this web site. Did the Blacklion mean it literally that he would be a ladies midnight dream or was it a reference to the very black colour of his glowing skin. Perhaps it was both and she thought it to be a clever name for the window to his world. Ally loved his dreadlocks. It suited his chiselled face and the square jaw line. There were a few photos of him clothed in what appeared to be gym gear, in this case long dark blue lycra tights and a gold tank top. It was like watching a strip show. The tank top was gradually removed in successive photos revealing his huge upper torso which was highlighted both front and back. There was a close up of his incredible washboard abs which looked like black corrugated iron. The shoulders and biceps were huge and his pectorals divided by a very deep divide. They jutted from his chest like mountains and they were so striated and smooth. There was a cheeky photograph with his back to the camera lowering the long tights that hugged his smooth glutes and massive tree trunk thighs. This exposed a white thong and his ass cheeks which were magnificently shaped, hard as steel and rippled with muscle. It was the last two photographs that sent her to a place she had never imagined she could go. Most women do not necessary become stimulated looking at photos of near naked men. Girlie magazines by the hundreds are testament to the desire of men to look at naked women but there were very few successful magazines showing the naked male that targeted women. The market for such magazines most often targeted gay men who had a discriminating taste for muscle to worship. The last two photographs of the Blacklion showed him emerging from the surf at a beach where some of these G-rated photos were taken. He was sporting only the white lycra thong similar to the one in the previous photos which was cut and designed in such a way that it showed and accommodated his massive cock. The combination of the brilliant sunshine on the day these photographs were taken and the wet look from the surf accentuated his ripped and pronounced musculature. The salt water made the thong semi transparent. The thong stuck firmly to his cock trapped underneath the lycra such that both its shape and size were noticeably visible to Ally. It left very little to her imagination and what it didn't leave to imagination Ally found herself mentally visualising the remainder. The outline of his huge long and thick cock left Ally speechless and it was in its flaccid state she thought to herself. He was sporting more than trouser trout and it looked positively threatening in a sexual way. It was at least as big as Kane's cock when his cock was fully hard and it was considerably thicker. She gasped thinking what it would be like blood engorged and fully erect. Both these photographs were obviously part of a complete series and in this case the two prints were intentionally close up, spanning the Blacklion from head to foot as he raised his thunderous thighs to run out of the surf. His unbelievable cock jutted out at a 45 degree angle to the sand and it was clearly visible (up to a point!) through the wet thong. The water appeared to run away from his amazing V shaped frame in large droplets, much like water forms droplets on a car bonnet after it has been waxed and polished. His skin was so obviously smooth, tough and it appeared to reflect the natural strong sunlight of this particular day the photos were taken. Ally was amazed at his narrow waist that accentuated the very thick and wide upper body. She sighed and thought that there is something so powerful and compelling about a man with a stand out muscular V shaped torso. It is a dominating type of look and one of total power and control over others. It really made her so wet between the legs. It was playing havoc with her hormones and her imaginative mind. It was bringing out carnal, primitive, even animal instincts that she never knew she had. This was no fantasy. Could this black man mountain be real? Could the image be computer enhanced? She was no technology expert but the photos looked so realistic. As she returned to a more conscious state of mind, she was surprised to find herself lounging back in her padded chair rubbing her clitoris which was now very hard and very pronounced. She had a large clitoris and her male sexual partners always delighted in giving her oral sex. This was something her long time boyfriend Robert did not do enough off and she thought that they must have been sexually incompatible. She rarely had trouble having an orgasm when indulging in sexual contact, either self induced or by a male partner but to be so affected by a photograph or two of the male anatomy was unheard of for Ally Benson. According to researchers it was unusual also for most women. As she stared at the photo of the Blacklion emerging from the surf, she rubbed her clitoris firmly with her right hand fingers and massaged her full firm left breast and nipple with her left hand and fingers. The nipples were enlarged and tingling between her teasing thumb and index finger. She felt a huge wave of physical release as her body started to shake and roll. She was almost convulsing, her tongue thrashed in and out of her mouth excitedly. She let out a scream and let herself go over the edge in a violent orgasm that left her a little exhausted but wanting more. She recovered to sit more upright, her left hand still manipulating her breast and hard nipple. She released the breast and clicked on the next hyperlink 'My Services'. She speculated or perhaps subconsciously hoped that this black hunk could become reality in some way rather than an internet image or a fabric of her own vivid imagination. She read the information on this page after the window opened far too slowly for her liking. She was child like in terms of her patience with the technology now and she had an excellent broadband connection. She was amazed at the message conveyed. The page said initially that all services are for ladies only. The Blacklion is definitely heterosexual she thought. That was made very clear. A number of services were listed and prices quoted in American dollars. The services included massage and erotic massage; private muscle show and male stripper (for individuals and groups); personal gym instruction (at the Jamaica Gold Resort gym only) and as an escort (or companion) for all occasions. The message indicated that the Blacklion was available for international travel (with rates to be negotiable) but most services were available in Kingston Town, Jamaica and especially to ladies who were guests at the Jamaica Gold Resort. There were several disclaimers at the bottom of the services page. Again it stressed a ladies only service. It also stressed no husbands or boyfriends are to be present during a meeting and that was non negotiable. It also stated clearly that sexual favours were not part of the quoted services and prices listed above. However, it clearly stated that sexual favours may be privately negotiated when a service is provided if the lady concerned desired sexual satisfaction but it was also very clear that sexual favours were at the complete and total discretion of the Blacklion. Ally took this to mean it would only happen if a lady was interested and the Blacklion was more than happy to thoroughly service her. He sounds very fussy she thought but that's good she thought. He also stated satisfaction was completely guaranteed and Ally could most definitely believe that. She tried to imagine how it would feel to have his hands massaging her naked body. The final statement said that no photographs or film were to be taken at a meeting. Allison Benson felt compelled to continue to look further at the website. She clicked on the Guestbook and the Links pages. The guestbook was an opportunity for visitors to sign in and leave a simple message. Messages were confined to no more than 50 words it said. A guest could leave their name and email (optional), their location and the messages were dated. From the names who had signed the guestbook two things were obviously clear. This website had been operational for nearly four months as indicated by the very first signing by Rosalie (the name provided) who lived in Argentina. There were so many guests but it was also clear that both men and women had signed the guestbook, probably more men than women. Ally assumed those men to be either gay or muscle worshippers. There were many messages from women all around the globe, including North America, Europe, parts of Asia and from as far away as 'downunder' she was pleased to see. Ally was not the only Australian babe to have looked at the website of the Blacklion. Some comments were amusing but most were very complimentary and in some cases very, very suggestive. One message said 'I would love to run my nails down your washboard and play with your piston Blacklion'. The message was from Jane who lived in California and was dated only two days ago. The Links page had only one link. It was the web address of the Jamaica Gold Resort. She had a brief look and noted that it detailed the many facilities of the Resort, the accommodation and there was an online booking facility. Some of the photographs of the Resort and its surrounds were rather spectacular. The island of ARIBA with it rock sails reaching for the sky looked like a small island paradise. The waterfalls on the mountain walk looked so incredibly inviting. Ally loved to bushwalk so this especially appealed to her. She read a little information about Jamaica and Kingston Town and it was as if the sound of the winter wind outside her apartment in Sydney faded into oblivion. It was beckoning her to take a trip 'where the nights are gay and the sun shines daily on a mountain top'. Cynthia was definitely correct. Ally needed a break and maybe a little male attention. She was deserving of a reward for her hard work and success over the past three years. The Jamaica Gold Resort was rather exclusive and certainly not cheap but it was certainly very affordable to Ally. It was obvious that it catered for a younger clientele and was especially aiming to attract single and independent women of means. She definitely fitted that category. The thought of a contrived meeting with the Blacklion made her head spin a little she admitted to herself and she was outrageously moved to act on that strong desire. She clicked to return to the homepage of the Blacklion. She remembered the link "Visit my XXX Site" at the bottom of that page. She nervously shuffled in her work station chair and clicked the hyperlink to read a little information that was provided. By using a credit card, a visitor could enter the wondrous world of the Blacklion to view many large photosets of the Blacklion that contain full frontal nudity. Apparently the photosets were in themes and she was excited to read that it did include the full set from the G-Rated photos included in 'My Photo Gallery' that she was so affected by just a little earlier. Allison Benson had never used a credit card online for anything other than internet banking. Like many Australians she was sceptical about the security of her data and had heard many stories about online fraud. The information also made mention of a selection of short movies of the Blacklion that contained full frontal nudity and sexual content. She wondered whether that would involve sexual favours with a lucky babe. She was instantly so envious but the desire to satisfy her visual senses outweighed her normal concerns about internet security. The information said the movies were in two formats: either the Quicktime format or available using Windows Media player. She did have the latest version of Quicktime Professional installed on her desktop, as she often watched movies from bodybuilding contests and especially female natural figure or physique contests. She herself had been filmed in a Miss Natural Physique contest held in Malaysia just 5 months ago. Ally was the runner up in that contest and it was available online at several muscle and fitness sites. Ally Benson was now baited and hooked. All that remained was for her to taken on board by the carnal attraction of this black muscle god who was like no other male specimen she had ever seen in her life. Her latent black fantasies saw her surrender to her libido and she reached for her Gold Mastercard in her handbag nearby. She was comforted by the assurance of the 'VeriSecure' sign (indicating maximum internet security at this site) and she proceeded to fill in the online details to purchase a one month membership (30 days membership) to the web site of the Blacklion at www.midnightdreams.com. The membership was not a recurring membership and would have to be renewed at the end of the month if she desired. It took a few minutes to organise but she eventually got a message that her transaction was successful, to note the receipted information and print a copy for future reference. It also contained a reminder of her username (aussiebabe) and password (Blacklion) for accessing the website. She stared somewhat anxiously but excitedly at the final message which was a hyperlink saying "Proceed to your Midnight Dream'. Before doing this she needed a break, not only to get her head together but to make another hot Milo drink as it would relax her a little more. She was like all 'aussies'. She had grown up on Milo and vegemite and was cursing the American Corporations for buying these Australian icons. She was proudly Australian and reminded herself that Australia had been already been granted two modern Olympics, (in Melbourne 1956 and Sydney 2000). She thought this was amazing for a nation that began only 220 years ago as a British penal colony. She hurried back to her workstation and proceeded to her awaiting midnight dream! The site was very easy to navigate. There were 8 photosets listed, and each photoset contained over 100 high quality, large and sequenced photographs in and out of whatever clothing was appropriate for the theme of the photoset. The photographs generally contained no annoying writing to detract from the visual pleasure of each photograph and she quickly learned that each photo was copyright again (right click disabled). She was frustrated by that. She would love to collect pictures of this incredible hunk. The first photograph for each photoset was located down the left as a thumbnail and when the thumbnail was double clicked it loaded over 100 thumbnails for that photoset on the right main side of the screen. Each of these was again a thumbnail which enlarged to fill the screen with breathtaking images of the amazing Blacklion. The photosets were titled with inviting themes: Training in the Gym; Posing In Front of the Mirror (Reflections); At the Beach; At the Waterfall; On the Island of ARIBA; In the Shower; Lying in Bed and Lucky Lounge. There was a promise to add a new complete photoset as an update at least once a month. Ally reasoned new material would keep a customer coming back or to encourage them to renew their membership at the end of the month. Ally Benson could not resist clicking on the initial thumbnail of the set named 'At the Beach' and was excited to see it was the full set of the photographs of the Blacklion at the beach that she had been so affected by when viewing the G-Rated thumbnails just a little earlier. As the photos rapidly loaded she noted the photos of the Blacklion emerging from the surf dressed only in a tiny white lycra thong that did so little to hide so much male manhood. The last few photographs in this series made Ally gasp. The Blacklion was standing on the beach with his hands clasped and stretched behind his dreadlocked head. The view was a classic side view. His back was slightly arched and his huge chest was fully extended as if he had taken a deep, deep breath to fill his lungs and rib cage with an impossible amount of air. His exposed nipple from the side view was so obviously hard and enormous as it stuck out from the mountain of muscle that was his pectoral. He was in full view, photographed from head to foot and was sucking air into his lungs. He was standing there totally naked, from a side view, in all his glory for all to marvel and behold. The narrowness of his impossible waist contrasted strongly with the expanded chest and the intercostals were so pronounced. He was tilting his head back as if to invite the breeze, probably coming off the water he had just emerged from. His thick back seemed to slope upwards away from the tight small of his lower back. His powerful butt ballooned outwards and was obviously hard and incredibly muscled. His body was very black, not a brown ebony colour but as black as midnight. His skin was smooth and so shiny from the surf and that enhanced every muscle sinew and fibre. She stared in disbelief at his magnificent cock. It jutted out what appeared to be an impossible length almost parallel to the sand. Hanging off the length of this black shaft was the white lycra thong he had removed over twenty photographs earlier. His cock was hard enough to enable the thong to simply be suspended in the air as it hung down from about the middle of its extended length. He truly had an amazing flagpole. The cock traced back to the largest balls imaginable trapped in a very hardened scrotum so affected by the surf. It was impossible to estimate the length of his manhood but it was clearly the biggest cock she had ever seen and very thick as well. She thought it likely that his cock was still not fully erect but probably at about ¾ of his hardness. The head was the perfect fireman's helmet, big and bulbous. It seemed to crave attention and touch from a fist or perhaps a mouth. She couldn't help but wonder how it would feel stretching her lips apart and filling her whole mouth. She instinctively licked her lips several times. Was it at all possible to take this monster in the mouth she thought? The Blacklion was a god like image, a black Adonis who was completely at peace with his male nakedness and sexuality. Ally was having heart palpitations. The heart raced and even seemed to skip a beat or two every now and then. He was a breathtaking male mountain who obviously loved to show off all his assets as some of the photographs in this series clearly highlighted in extreme close up, his muscular torso and the black anaconda he had between his legs. Ally exited this photoset feeling so flushed and turned on. Her loins were raging and her 'cunt' was saturating her track suit pants. Why was she so affected by the virile black young hunk who she was intrigued to know as only the Blacklion? Was this her ultimate fantasy? She loved muscles, loved fit and virile guys and he had the whole anatomical chart so perfectly represented that he would make the ultimate live model at an art class. Ally thought she would probably drop her crayons or brush if this black hunk dropped his robe to be a live model for sketching or painting. He was the very essence of 'Man As Art.' The 'Blacklion' Ch. 02 Ally returned to see what small movies could be downloaded to her computer. She noted the message of a live web cam throughout the cabana of the Blacklion. Apparently it was a coming soon feature that was set to excite many a visitor. It would soon be possible to watch this Adonis live at home in all his glory. That was an exciting thought she confessed to herself. She noticed that there were only 4 movies, each in two playing formats (Quicktime and Windows Media Player). There was a statement that a new movie would be available every 1-2 months. That made sense as she had already noted that the website had been operational about 4 months. She looked at the titles of the movies and there were titles similar to the photo sets: In the Shower; In the Gym; In Front of the Mirror (Reflections) and Morning Glory. Is it possible you can watch this black muscle God in action and in living colour right this moment? Suddenly she was very nervous but excited at the prospect of seeing him move and pose. She pondered a little over which movie to download. She thought about 'In the Gym' because that title was completely in her comfort zone. She decided on the last title 'Morning Glory'. She did not really know what it meant and suspected it would be the least offensive, not that offence was something that really bothered her a great deal. She clicked on the movie 'Morning Glory' and the Quicktime programme loaded and begun to play the movie. She enlarged the screen to maximum and it went black to display the title and some credits. Suddenly it burst to life in living colour. Her anticipation was heightened and she gripped the Milo to sip a little hot liquid, her eyes glued steadfastly to the screen that was now showing real time action. The quality of the movie file was outstanding. It was so clear like digital TV and some quiet music acted as a background to the film. She was staring at the face of the Blacklion his head tilted to one side and facing the camera. He appeared to be asleep. His eyes were closed, his dreadlocks covering part of his face which was resting face down on a pillow that was covered by a red satin pillowcase. It was definitely satin she thought. There was the hint of a massive arm being used as a resting hold as well as it reached beyond his face and out of view. Slowly the camera spanned outwards and upwards to take in the full view of the Blacklion lying face down asleep in a very large bed. It would have to be very large to take his awesome frame Ally thought. The Blacklion was clearly naked. His head actually rested on one arm and the other was cuddling the red satin covered pillow. The vast expanse of his back fanned out and then narrowed to the waistline. He was lying on a red satin fitted sheet and the contrast between his black skin and the red was very seductive. Red was deliberately chosen she thought because of the passion it conveyed. The other red satin sheet or flat sheet rested tantalisingly and so teasingly over the bottom half of his muscular gluteus. He had an amazing ass she acknowledged. The photo sets highlighted his smooth hard butt. His butt rose dramatically from the tight firmness of the small of his back to it met the red sheet that covered a little over half of his ass. The gap between his ass cheeks was deep and inviting. His gluteus looked like polished marble and the red satin flat sheet covered the huge legs all the way to the base of the bed. She was surprised to see him stir. He awakened a little and began to stretch both arms out wide and kick the sheet from his ass. The camera spanned back and around the naked frame of this Adonis lying face down on the bed. He looked enormous and he would crush her as she giggled a little to herself. The camera spanned in for a close up of his ass and then traced the length of his spine which was surrounded by a thick rope like ridge of muscle protecting it on both sides. The camera stopped at his dreadlocks and took in the massive shoulders as he appeared to take a grip on the pillows (there were actually two overlapping pillows). He was hugging the pillows and every muscle in his back flexed and vibrated. The camera slowly moved upwards and away from the Blacklion again to take in the full expanse of his naked body yet again. The view was breathtaking. Ally noticed that both huge legs had come together and he was no longer spreadeagled as he was before. She was impressed with the massive hamstrings and calves and the ass cheeks were now tensed and rose outwards as the muscles of the ass rippled and rolled. Ally struggled to believe her eyes. He was beginning to move his hips. He was beginning to grind and rotate his hips, only a little at first but eventually it dawned on Ally what he was doing. The Blacklion was fucking the sheet. There was no doubt he was simulating the missionary position and fucking the red satin flat sheet. Up and down the motion of his hips could not be mistaken. He varied the movement and the pace. Sometimes up and down and then he would switch to a slow circular grind, round and round, switching constantly between the various sexual acts. He raised his head off the pillow case to take a strong grip on the pillows and tensed his ass muscles even more. His ass was amazing and Ally sighed out loud and even uttered a strong moan as she licked her lips and squeezed her breast and nipples again with her left hand. The action of his hips picked up both speed and intensity. As the speed gathered momentum the music picked up pace and was becoming louder obviously building to a crescendo. Surely not Ally thought to herself. His action was now so intense and brutal that his ass was raised off the bed sheet and then plunged forward to drive home his manhood hidden from view under his enormous frame. The action of his hips rased well off the sheets in order to drive his sabre home threw Ally into orgasm again. It shocked her but her loins flooded her inner thighs with her juices of love and her hardened nipple she uncontrollably squeezed and twisted. She stared at his ass moving up and down,ramming the bed sheet with forceful intent now and increasinly at a furious pace. Have you ever experienced a magical moment in time: a time when all that you see and hear via your senses appears to standstill as you take in that magical moment in time so blissfully content, so focussed on your moment that all else is pushed from your mind? Such moments are rare and you never forget them. This was one such magical moment in time for Ally Benson and it appeared to her that his grinding hips were now in slow motion, almost frozen in view for her as if she wanted to preserve this erotic magical moment forever. She wondered what it would be liked to be on the receiving end of his huge hard cock pounding the very essence of her womanhood. Ally admitted she loved to be 'chopped' by a big cock. It's a crude expression but that is what happens when a fit athletic man with a big boner bangs his major muscle home in a forceful, aggressive way. In the case of the Blacklion she doubted if 'chopped' was the correct phrase to use given the size of his monster pole. Kane felt unbelievable Ally recalled so how would this black piston feel inside her body reaching all the way up into her gut. Ally wanted (needed) to be gutted and she continued to orgasm almost at will. Her track suit pants were now rather saturated with her sticky cum and the strong smell of sexual fluids reached her nose and her tortured brain. She shook and curled up in orgasm but continued to take in the moment. She didn't want to miss a movement of this magical moment. Then, almost without warning, the camera moved in close to focus on the grinding ass of the Blacklion now fucking the red satin sheet at a furious pace. The camera retreated as the Blacklion quickly rolled over onto his back on the bed and placed both hands on his mighty meat. It seemed to Ally that his hands were huge but inches still protruded from the top of his upper fist as she stared at the head of his outrageous cock that was bone hard and as thick as a soda can. He doubled fisted his boner as Ally shrieked at the humungous cock being shamelessly pumped. She had never seen anything like this but admitted to herself that it was the most beautiful cock you could ever hope to see in your life. The Blacklion took one fist away from his shaft and placed his hand behind his head for support. As he did his corrugated iron washboard was totally enhanced and a sight to behold. He continued to beat his cock forcefully with his right hand whilst supporting his head with his left hand. The camera slowly moved to the end of the bed, aligned with the bed level and focussed directly at his massive manhood being stroked furiously between his tree trunk thighs. His huge balls bounced up and down and Ally wondered how much molten lava they would soon release. The view of his manhood was breathtaking and from this view his cock looked even bigger than it really was, if that is at all possible. His 'black beauty' was at least a foot long and perhaps even longer. It was gun barrelled straight and as thick as any cock could be. Pre cum oozed freely from the fireman's head and his cock literally glistened as his large fist continued to slip up and down the lubricated pole with the greatest of ease and at a furious pace. It was impossibly large and she wondered how any girl could take such a weapon in her pussy. Anal sex would surely be out of the question. Ally was not really one for anal sex. She remembered that Kane wanted to fuck her ass once. She went along with it because she was so stimulated at the time but he hurt a little too much and she quickly insisted he change to another position. The camera slowly moved to the side of the bed and backed away a little but always staying level with the bed mattress covered by the red silk fitted sheet. The camera was now side on, exactly square to the Blacklion who was shamelessly pumping his black inches to increasingly louder music apparently building up to what seemed to be an inevitable crescendo. There is no doubt he is going to cum Ally thought. The swelling music and the pace of his fisting was a sure give away. She could see his thumb massaging the giant vein on the inside of his huge cock and she wondered when he would explode his cum shot of molten magna from deep within his loins. The camera was at a sufficient distance so she couldn't see his head in order to check to see if he was grimacing in ecstasy before erupting forth a violent volley after volley of his load. He was visible from only his massive chest, tracing down to the bottom of his rib cage, down to his washboard stomach, to his vertical flagpole being pumped so frantically before rising to the top of his tree trunk thighs that were so smooth and shiny. That was her viewing area. She could clearly make out his black pubic hair at the base of his piston. It appeared to be neatly cropped, not excessively so but it was definitely trimmed a little she thought. It was not unusual for women to trim or even shave their pubic hair so she was a little surprised he did the same. From this side angle his corrugated iron washboard looked amazing. She noticed the ridges and swales of his stomach resembling black crests and troughs as if they were wavelike and she counted eight wavelengths which she knew to be most unusual. The vast expanse of his chest rising to the peak of his pectorals topped by hard, rigid nipples suggested he probably had his head thrown back thus pushing the chest to even greater heights. It was an astonishing view of a stunning male physique in close up and a cock that would make your mouth water as she noted much to her surprise. She was definitely licking her lips and wondering what it would be like to grip this monster and run her tongue along the full length of his shaft. With no further warning it happened so violently. The Blacklion exploded in fierce forceful eruption as she watched in awe. The first three or four volleys of white cum shot up in a continuous perfectly vertical blast at great force and disappeared from the top of the movie frame. Each blast was a thick and continuous surge of white lava that landed who knows where Ally thought to herself. He positioned his exploding cock now in a slightly more horizontal position, slightly raised above his washboard torso and Ally estimated another 5-6 semen surges that shot out of the head of his cock at great force and travelled over his expanded chest and out of view. She counted another 6 or so volleys that landed on his chest and washboard, each volley landing closer and closer to his fiery loins. Eventually he squeezed his cock just below its mushroom head and a gob of thick, white and sticky cum oozed out all over his lower stomach. The white against his black skin was simply a sight to be seen. He continued to squeeze his cock as more cum rose from the shaft and rolled down his cock to cover his fist and fingers. He allowed the cock to drop to his lower gut and it continued to ooze its white liquid. Surely this was a fake Ally thought, a piece of movie manipulative magic. No normal guy could shoot such a load with such great force. There must have been over 20 volleys of varying force and magnitude and he was still oozing cum from the crater at the top of his penis. The Blacklion was far from the normal when it came to orgasm. This was freakish but exciting to behold. The camera once again began to slowly retreat and as it did it moved to position itself above the Blacklion and at the foot of the large bed with the red satin sheets. She could see the very large amount of semen covering his pectorals and gathering in pools in the swales of his washboard abdominals. Looking down on the Blacklion now, Ally watched as his large hands began to rub the huge amount of white sticky semen into his washboard stomach and chest as if he was applying a skin lotion. It had the effect of making his fabulous torso glisten and she noticed that some white semen had also lodged in his dreadlocks from his explosive release. He spread his powerful legs and his massive balls were pressing against his tree trunk thighs. He moved his right arm to take yet another grip with his cum coated fist on his still rock hard cock. Surely he was totally spent and drained; surely he was not going to work his cock to another violent explosion. It would not be possible she thought to herself. He used his fingers on his right hand and held his cock upright, tall and proud. Oh 'my God' she muttered, whispering to herself that this black beauty could do some damage to any unsuspecting babe. Ally swallowed her breath as he let go his massive hard on and it slapped quickly and firmly against his cum coated washboard stomach. It was so big the fireman's head settled 5-6 inches above his navel. On anyone else it would look almost obscene and out of place but laying on his massive frame his huge cock looked to be in perfect proportion and certainly far from out of place. He continued to rub his sticky cum coating into the ridges of his abdominals. He began to smile, that killer smile exposing his very white teeth and he raised his right hand again, but this time towards the camera and motioned to invite the awe inspired viewer to join him on the bed. Just when it appeared to be over the side view of the Blacklion appeared again in replay. It was all the more stunning as the footage was in super slow motion, his fist very slowly moving up and down his mighty shaft just prior to ejaculation. In slow motion she watched in absolute awe as his jet of cum shot out of the head of his cock and slowly made its way in a straight thick white line to disappear out of the top frame of the movie. Was Ally Benson experiencing yet another magical moment in time or had the producers of this extraordinary footage deliberately shot this scene in super slow recording? The movie faded to black and Ally was physically and emotionally drained. She had made up her mind. Cynthia was right. Ally needed a holiday and some excitement in her life. She deserved to spoil herself as a reward for all her hard work over the past three years and to forget the pain of her now broken relationship with Robert, her long standing and now estranged boyfriend. Ally clicked on the link 'Contact' and it opened a number of fields to send an email message directly . She was excited but rather nervous as well at what she was about to do. ................................................. Dwayne Samuels drove his 4 wheel drive through the main gate of the Jamaica Gold Resort after stopping for the security guard who was on duty. It was almost 8-00pm and Dwayne Samuels was running just a little late to give a massage to a Resort client in one of the two massage parlours of the Resort. He did this as a source of income sometimes but his website was his main source of income and that income was considerable. The work he did at the Resort was not important to support his lifestyle. He had many skills which the Resort management put to good use and one of those skills was his undoubted ability to give a satisfying and exciting massage. His huge hands and long thick fingers could do things and reach places that most normal people could not do. He was a fully qualified masseur in many types of massage and every now and then he filled in for the Resort when their regular masseurs could not attend to a client. He carried with him in his vehicle a small gym bag which included a towel, his weight belt, a cold bottle of sports drink from his fridge at the cabana, as well as his training programme book that kept a detailed record of his training schedules over time. He intended to train for two hours in the resort gym after massaging his unsuspecting client. He was looking forward to thrashing his chest tonight and pumping it up to great heights. He pondered over the many emails he had received earlier in the evening. Most he deleted, especially if they had an attachment. Contacts from his web site were asked not to attach pictures or a file unless specifically asked to do this. There were many emails from male admirers but he did not encourage that and normally deleted those emails first of all. Today there were over 40 emails from women from many interesting places. He replied to only four enquiries from the ladies. He was always selective as it was difficult and time consuming to reply to everyone and certainly impossible to provide them all with the services they were interested in following up. He replied to a 22yo model from Colombia who said she was in a recent International Beauty pageant; to a 38 year old mother and her 19 year old daughter who were currently staying at the Resort and to Caroline Wishart who he 'entertained' last week after he attended her public lectures on The Universe and on extra solar planets in the Milky Way. She had emailed to thank him for 'services rendered'. She was an attractive brunette in her late 20's, a post graduate student in cosmology and astrophysics from Cambridge University in England. She had that rare combination of brains and physical attraction. He also replied to an email from Sydney Australia from a 25 year old girl planning a vacation at the Jamaican Gold Resort in the very near future. It was a simple message which grabbed his attention. He was about to shut down his computer to go to the Resort when this message came through and Dwayne was very keen in this case to reply immediately. 'This email is intended for the Blacklion. I visited your website and decided to contact you. I am 25 years old and live and work in Sydney Australia. I am a personal trainer and fully qualified nutritionist. For the past three years I have owned and operated a business called 'Totally Trained'. I will arrive in a few days for a vacation and I will be staying at the Jamaica Gold Resort. I would very much like to book you for a gym session and perhaps a massage afterwards. How can I contact you?' The 'Blacklion' Ch. 03 An Erotic Tale of Interracial Sex. Major Themes: M/F; M/F x many babes; interracial sex 'black on blondes'; male strip; muscle worship; sexual fantasy and especially black fantasy; cock tease and cock worship; male sexual domination and intense mind control.. Disclaimer: The Story of The Blacklion and its chapters is a work of erotic fiction and adult fantasy. It is meant to provide entertainment for the reader. The story is a work of fiction and is not based upon any real life characters or real life places. The views and themes explored throughout the story are not necessarily the views and of the writer. They simply explore the idea that many white western or European ladies fantasise about black men sexually and especially exceptionally muscular and endowed black men. No offence is meant nor is there any racial prejudice intended. On the contrary this fantasy story celebrates the exceptional black male. The story is of a highly sexual and erotic nature designed for enjoyment. The writing is more often erotic than sexual. The major audience is designed and intended to be women, especially white women (married or single) and married couples but it is hoped that the adventures of the Blacklion will be enjoyed by all. The writer would appreciate constructive feedback. Please address all correspondence to.. * Chapter 3. Flashback To Caroline. Special Note: Before reading Chapter 3 the reader is asked to read Chapters 1 and 2 'Introducing the Blacklion' and "Midnightdreams Dot Com" posted at The 'Literotica' site. The story of The Blacklion is continuous and information in a previous chapter is assumed to have been read. The enjoyment of this erotic tale is best achieved if read in the order of the chapter numbers. Although sexual in its content the story aims to be more erotic than sexual in places. It is primarily aimed at women but hopefully will please many an avid reader who may be fond of this particular genre of writing. "Many a night I saw the Pleiades, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid." The Inspiring Poet Tennyson (about the Pleiades Star Cluster). "Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the star ship Enterprise. It's continuing mission, to seek out new life and new civilisations; to boldly go where no man has gone before." From the 'Star Trek' phenomenon. Dwayne Samuels moved casually from his covered cabana to the wooden patio outside which was partially covered overhead. The lightly stained and sealed wooden decking covered a large area. It contained some suitable reinforced cane furniture for relaxing outdoors, to take in the ocean breeze and to listen to the ocean swell. It was well after midnight as Dwayne moved towards the telescope he had previously placed at the edge of the decking. He sipped on his ice tea and sat down on a cane chair placed immediately in front of the large telescope. It was a typical very warm night. He looked across the cove of 'Ariba' vaguely visible under the faint light of a low lying moon. He could see a shadowy almost ghost like outline of the island of 'Ariba' with its rock sails reaching for the bright stars overhead. It was a beautiful night. The sky was very black and the stars were shining bright as they beckoned him to 'visit' with a watchful eye using his favourite piece of technology. Forget the magic of the internet, often described as a window to the world. His powerful telescope was a window to the majesty and wonders that is the Universe. It was a window to all of time. He imagined what it must have been like for Galileo (who invented the telescope) as he first observed the orbiting moons of Jupiter at the beginning of the 17th century. With that one significant act Galileo put an end to the idea that the Earth was at the centre of the known Universe with all other heavenly bodies in an Earth centred orbit. With his method of simple observation he ushered in the scientific method (based upon observation) and alienated himself from the Catholic Church. Dwayne was amazed that a talented man could be so condemned by a powerful church seeking to protect its view of the Universe and of God. He read somewhere that Pope Jean Paul 11 finally (and formally) forgave Galileo in 1997. Dwayne was fascinated by space and time, as well as all that it comprised but especially by the overhead stars. It was indeed the final frontier as proclaimed in the Star Trek adventures, his favourite television show of all time, especially the Voyager journey across half the Galaxy. He had all the box sets of the Star Trek New Generations and Voyager series which he often watched time and time again. He recalled the events earlier in the evening. He looked along the sands towards the distant lights of the Jamaican Gold Resort. He thought of Kay Tevart, the lovely Canadian babe he had massaged earlier in the evening. He hoped that she was still on a stimulated sexual high, secure in her guest room somewhere in the Resort. He always loved the way women responded to his touch and the penetration of his huge fingers. He had to use his fingers most of the time because his enormous cock was just too big most of the time to penetrate a molten honey pot. This babe loved to be finger fucked. He must have counted at least 4 or 5 violent explosive orgasms and he was amazed at the amount of love juice that he drained from her well oiled pussy as the 'hot lava' flowed down over his hands. He especially liked the sounds that some girls made when penetrated (in this case by his magic fingers only). He released the animal in Kay when his three fingers pounded the inside of her 'cunt' and pressed firmly against the inner wall of her pussy. Those fingers had sort to come in contact with his large thumb that he recalled was buried deep in her ass. Her loud, shrill like, guttural sounds and violent shaking motivated him to deliver maximum pleasure as she shook in uncontrollable orgasm several times, over and over again. He loved to see the ladies reduced to primitive sounds and bodily actions. Some actually lost control completely and probably she would not recall what she did and said when in the process of total sexual abandon. He loved to bring the ladies such pleasures they had never known before. Women responded to his physical presence and erotic touch as well as his penetration in ways unimaginable or indescribable. The reactions were always different for each babe to whom he gave the 'royal treatment'. Sipping on his ice tea he noticed all this thinking about Kay Tevart was stirring his massive cock again. He was horny but he was always horny. He was dressed only in a pair of loose fitting, long cotton red shorts that reached as far as just below his knees. He had nothing else on and nothing under the shorts. Thinking of Kay's moans and shrieks was stirring his manhood as he used his left hand to massage his growing cock and rub along its impressive length through the cotton fibre. It felt so good and ready to unleash potentially a mighty spray. He had had an excellent workout in the gym tonight after the liaison with Kay in the massage parlour of the Resort. His chest was extremely pumped just like his growing manhood. His 'pec' workout had lasted about an hour and a half. He had also done a few bicep exercises using free weights and his biceps were a little sore from the intensity of the curls he had completed. He always trained hard but especially so earlier, putting on a show for two stunning platinum blonde girls who looked like sisters. They were on the treadmills building up quite a noticeable lather of sweat as it was warm. He pretended not to notice but he was aware that they were checking him out very closely and obviously talking about him to themselves. He wondered who they were and whether they were truly sisters or just good friends who looked a lot alike. He also wondered whether they were natural platinum blonde and he made a note to check this out if the opportunity came his way. That was not tonight as he had a lot of email to look over. The Blacklion was feeling very horny on the patio but he ignored the rapidly growing need between his thighs and turned his attention to the telescope pointing it at the black heavens and the stars above. Tonight he thought about his eternal quest and the search for the "Seven Sisters" known to most astronomers as the Pleiades. He was deeply interested in and very knowledgeable about the stars but especially the constellations and their relationship to mythology in antiquity, especially Egyptian and Greek mythology. He was especially knowledgeable about ancient Greek mythology and the stars. This was one of his passions. His favourite constellations and stories centred upon the Orion constellation, the Pleiades (also known as the 'Seven Sisters') and Scorpio. The stories surrounding these constellations and star clusters fascinated the 'Blacklion' and they drove him on, providing the motivation to seek out and pleasure seven of the most stunning women who cross his path. Recently he had also become very interested in the star constellation known as 'Crux' which the Australians he had recently met had told him about. He thought of the Australian flag and he thought of the three 'Wallabies' he recently met at the Resort living in a land 'downunder' beneath the Southern Cross (Crux). He thought of their stories of the famous Eureka Stockade incident in the 1850's in colonial Victoria as the miners flew the Southern Cross (the Crux) protesting the introduction of a hefty miners fee to be paid to colonial authorities. Dwayne focussed the telescope in the general direction of the "Seven Sisters". The seven sisters or the Pleiades as they are known, are around 400 -- 500 light years distant (130 parsecs in space time measurement) and visible with the naked eye. He preferred to look more closely at each sister with the powerful telescope he enjoyed so much. The Pleiades is an open star cluster located in the constellation of Taurus. The cluster is actually around two hundred and fifty to five hundred thousand stars but dominated by the seven major ones. They are thought to have formed around 100 million years ago making them 1/50th the age of our sun, so they are a relatively young star cluster. The cluster lies above and to the right of the Orion constellation and Orion the Hunter (in Greek mythology) appears to be chasing the seven sisters across the darkened night sky. Dwayne always imagined he was Orion and the sisters he chased nightly, the seven most beautiful women he was destined to send his arrow forth in order to penetrate their shining light. In Greek mythology the Pleiades were the seven daughters of Atlas (the Titan condemned to hold up the heavens) and Pleione (daughter of Oceanus). They were also the virgin companions of Artemis. When Orion a beautiful hunter persued them and their mother, they prayed to the Gods to be rescued. Orion was a man of mighty proportions (hence Dwayne's preoccupation with the Hunter as himself) and the son of Poseidon and Euryale. He was quite a hunter and the constellation that bears his name forms the shape of a great hunter in an attacking pose against Taurus, the bull where the Pleiades are to be found, twinkling ever so brightly despite the veil of a passing gas cloud in their region of space at this moment of time. According to Greek mythology, one day the great hunter Orion saw the Pleiads as they walked through the countryside and he fancied them enormously. He pursued them for seven years; until almighty Zeus answered their prayers for delivery and he transformed them into birds (doves or pigeons) eventually placing them among the stars as bright dominant stars themselves. The word 'peleiades' literally means a 'flock of doves' which is consistent with the sisters' mythological transformation. Later on, Orion was killed (most probably by Artemis). According to mythology Artemis, the sister of Apollo, sent a scorpion after him, which stung him and poisoned him. Orion and the scorpion were placed among the stars and they were given places far from each other. Today one can see the constellation of Scorpios as it is rising, chasing after Orion as it is just disappearing behind the western horizon. Orion in turn is said to be eternally in pursuit of the Pleiades located in the constellation of Taurus. All this Greek mythology from antiquity fascinated the Blacklion and motivated him on his quest to deeply 'bone' seven of the most stunning white women he could find. The Resort certainly offered the potential and many opportunities as it was full of beautiful women at times. He focussed his telescope almost nightly on these constellations and the stars that form them and constantly thought about the Greek mythology that explains their nightly chase. He chuckled as he imagined himself as the massively proportioned Orion the hunter sending his arrow to find its mark in bosom of one of the 'seven sisters". Dwayne thought about the 'The Pleiades' who are named by astronomers as follows: Alcyone, Electra, Celaeno, Maia, Sterope, Merope and Taygete. He was also aware the Navajos Indian named the Pleiades the 'Sparkling Suns' or the 'Delyahey', the home of the 'Black God". Dwayne Samuels was physically the most imposing young man and a black God in every sense of the word. The brightest four stars are Alcyone, Merope, Maia and Electra. Dwayne focused on each star in turn and then moved to the three less bright of the seven sisters. Even the great poet Tennyson had wrote in a poem how the Pleiades glittered like a swarm of fire flies. History is full of races and individuals who have paid homage to the 'seven sisters' now seen to be taking refuge in the veil of a huge passing dust cloud. Dwayne quietly thought they had no place to hide from his nightly chase and his long black arrow.. Dwayne was also aware of the translated names of each of the seven stars who comprised the individual sisters. Alcyone literally means 'queen who wards off evil storms'; Sterope (sometimes called Asterope) literally translated means 'twinkling', 'sun-face' and 'stubborn-face'; Celaeno means 'swarthy'; Electra or sometimes spelt Elektra means 'amber', 'shining', 'bright' or from the Indo-European 'to flow, run, as a liquid"; Maia means 'grandmother', 'mother', 'nurse' or from the Latin 'the great one'; Merope means 'eloquent', bee-eater' and 'mortal' and finally Taygete which means 'long-necked'. Sterope is actually two stars or a double star orbiting each other. Dwayne focussed his telescope on Celaeno who by now he associated with Dr. Caroline Wishart who he fucked relentlessly one fortuitous night over a month ago in Room 321A of the Resort. He dubbed Celaeno as Caroline Wishart because the word Celaeno literally means swarthy which was very apt given the dark complexion of this stunning babe. He began to reflect on that night and as he did so he could feel his immense cock begin to stiffen again as he recalled the events that lead to his chance encounter with the first of the 'seven sisters' over a month ago. Dwayne began to lose himself in his own reflections of the events of that day and night. He was certain she would never forget and that her encounter that evening with the 'Blacklion' changed her life forever. ..... It had been an extremely warm day and Dwayne had been doing some gardening and landscaping behind the main tennis court. He had rescued the tennis balls from the court several times, hit over the fence by the three ladies having a hit and giggle at that time. Dwayne suspected they were doing it deliberately just to get his attention. He had finished for the day and he walked from the rock garden he had been building to the main foyer of the Resort. Eyes seem to follow his every move as he strutted about the Resort. Women pretended not to notice his sway, his turn of the hips and his wide V shape back covered only by a purple tank top (complete with resort logo) that hung over the usual short cut off jeans he wore when working around the place. His huge package protruded so prominently between his legs; it was as if someone had stuffed a large grapefruit down his jock strap. Men followed his every move. If he was gay he could give a few men the time of their lives but he only loved the rounded curves of the female form. He loved to tease the ladies by often treating them to a little show of ripped muscle when he was aware they were taking in the colossus that he truly was. He had returned to the main foyer to pick up his kit bag from his locker so he could drive home to the cabana for a shower and perhaps a little fishing in the afternoon. As he walked away from the locker that contained his belongings he was distracted by a large advertisement on the Resort community noticeboard. He stopped to read the community announcement. It was promoting a 60 minute talk and PowerPoint presentation entitled 'Views from the Hubble Telescope' to be held in the modern but small Resort auditorium that evening at 8-00pm. He was very interested in all matters relating to the Universe and its formation and the subject of this talk definitely interested him. He noted the speaker was a Dr. Caroline Wishart and it listed her qualifications as being a Cambridge astrophysicist and astronomer. She had a PhD (or doctorate) from the prominent English Cambridge University and she was currently a guest at the Resort. The poster did not really give away anything remarkable about the visiting expert. He picked up a brief flyer on the lecture that was one of many on the table next to the noticeboard, weighed down by a paper weight and he began to read the information about the talk and the guest. Apparently the talk would feature many amazing images from the Hubble telescope as the PowerPoint display would take the audience on a wondrous voyage back in time. The flyer explained that Dr. Caroline Wishart was married to Professor Angus Wishart, who was the prominent 65 year old leading astronomer at the Space Observatory near Cambridge. The professor was currently in Miami attending a conference on extra solar planets in the Milky Way and his wife Caroline had decided to take the opportunity to fly to the Resort for some rest and relaxation. The flyer had little else to say about her other than her marriage to the Professor and that she led seminars on astrophysics and astronomy at Cambridge University. She was approached by the Resort management to give the presentation tonight in the auditorium. Dwayne decided to attend but he had no idea then what the evening would bring. Life for Dwayne was always full of surprises but this was one surprise he would long remember and so would Caroline Wishart. Little did he know but he was about to meet one of the 'seven sisters' who he latter ticked off as the prominent star Celaeno. This star was about to go supernova from the most amazing pussy stretch she could ever imagine. Dwayne returned to the auditorium around 8-05pm. He had spent an hour in the gym shocking his broad back muscles with a sharp and intense workout. He had spent the last light of the day off the Isle of 'Ariba' doing a little fishing and then returned home to cook a little of his catch, shower and change to return for the talk on the Hubble Telescope. He was in a hurry as he thought he may have missed the start of the talk but as he entered the small lecture theatre the packed auditorium was still waiting for the arrival of Dr. Wishart. The auditorium could seat 100 people when full. He was in luck to find an empty front row seat (on the end of the front row nearest the door) as all the spaces appeared to be full. He was amused by the tendency for people to always sit up the back first when attending a talk. It was as if they were scared they may be asked to participate or asked a question if they got too close to the speaker. The 'Blacklion' had no such fears. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 03 Dwayne could barely sit in the isle as his huge frame struggled to adjust to the seated space provided. His huge muscled ass was bigger than the seat and his knees touched (no rammed) the desk top from underneath so he was forced to lounge back a little to try to make himself comfortable, stretching his legs out underneath well in front of the first row. It did not pay to be over two metres tall he thought. It was a good thing the talk only went for an hour he also thought as he was sure he would be very uncomfortable after that time. He remembered making small talk with the old man next to him who had come from the local college to hear Dr. Wishart speak. There was a buzz in the auditorium and it was obvious people were looking forward to the lecture. Most attending were men but a few ladies could be seen sprinkled amongst the very enthusiastic crowd. A technician was busy connecting the laptop computer and the data projector to mains power and he projected the opening frames of the PowerPoint presentation to ensure the slides configured perfectly to the vertical whiteboard behind him. He seemed satisfied with the projection and left to take up a position to operate the PowerPoint presentation when directed. Dwayne was dressed in very tight blue jeans, a very sexy pale green muscle shirt that hid little of his considerable ripped lean muscle mass and black leather sandals. He wore a watch and gold chain around his thick right wrist as well as a gold chain around his neck with the Taurus star sign symbol attached. The jewellery was not ostentatious by any means but the gold star sign was clearly visible over the pale green tight fitting tank top. He looked at his watch and the time was 8-13pm. A typical female he thought (always late) but he did not have to wait much longer. The manager of the Resort Brian Ambrose entered the auditorium and just behind him a stunning brunette carrying a small gold purse. Dwayne suddenly sat bolt upright and nearly took the top off the bench with his rising knees. Surely this could not be the speaker. The manager glanced his way hearing the noise of his knees impacting the underneath of the lecture table top. Dwayne was known to Brian because he was his paymaster in a sense. The very striking brunette seated herself in a chair behind the lecture podium as Brian began to introduce this gorgeous babe as Dr. Caroline Wishart. Dwayne was stunned and amazed by her beauty and she was obviously not what he expected. He was expecting a much older woman (much older) and one does not expect an astrophysicist to look anywhere close like this. Mr. Ambrose introduced her as a graduate of the University of Cambridge and explained she had only recently finished her Doctorate publishing a thesis on the search for Extra Solar Planets and Planetary Systems in the Milky Way. Dwayne recalled that this was the name of the conference her much older and esteemed husband was attending currently in Miami. As she stood up to speak Dwayne took in the natural beauty of this stunning babe with brains, a very rare double!! Dwayne noted she was about 5 foot 2 inches in height with very long and straight jet black hair that was tied by a red ribbon into a horse or pony tail that fell almost to the small of her tight back. Her hair almost reached the top of her buttocks and it was very shiny. so Dwayne concluded that she definitely values personal care, health and hygiene. It was her amazing figure and the way that she was dressed that added testament to that conclusion about her lifestyle. She spoke with an accent that was definitely latina Dwayne thought as she thanked everyone for attending and thanked the management of the Resort for the opportunity to bring the Universe to an appreciative audience. From Dwayne's seated position to her left he had a clear view of her striking figure. She was a very olive complexion that was clearly reinforced by a very striking tan obviously from a few days of sunbathing in the Sun either here at the Resort or elsewhere, perhaps in Miami where her husband was, as he recalled from reading the flyer earlier in the day. How the 'Blacklion' wished he was able to check her out whilst working in the gardens. Then it suddenly occurred to him that this was perhaps the same gorgeous babe in the red bikini that was being photographed poolside the other day when he was doing the maintenance on the pool. He was sure it was her. Odd behaviour for a visiting astrophysics expert he thought to himself. He loved her swarthy good looks and her skinned glowed from the obvious application of a skin cream. He recalled the model in the red bikini had her hair out and it trailed down to her tight butt that was barely covered by the red thong style bikini that barely covered her firm ass. He was especially taken by the very upright and firm breasts that jutted out screaming for release from the skimpy bikini top she was wearing. The top hid little of the more than ample and very upright breasts that cried out for release and perhaps a lot of attention. He always imagined ladies liked to be attended too. Dwayne surveyed her closely as she began her lecture. She must be about 30 years old or perhaps late 20's. He felt his mammoth cock stir within the very tight confines of his jeans and navy jock strap. This was often a problem as he chuckled quietly to himself. Caroline was wearing tightly fitting but very light (thin) stretch denim jeans that were black in colour. Her gorgeous rounded butt hugged very tightly the thin jeans and left little to his imagination. That was a stunning ass she had caged in those tights, as good, if not better than any bend over babe he had seen in the main girlie magazines he collected. She was wearing high red stilettos on her feet. Red must be her favourite colour. There was something very sexy but smutty about a babe in tall stiletto heals. She wore a tight fitting red top that was short sleeved to reveal her tanned arms. The top was tucked into the tightly fitting, hip hugging black jeans which were tied by a gold leather sash which hung to one side. The blouse was unbuttoned at the top to reveal the thrust of her more than ample and impressive deeply tanned boobs. Her tits simply jutted out and begged for hands to grope and squeeze them into mountainous peaks. He was sure he could see the outline of hard nipples begging to be bitten and sucked. This babe dressed to kill and to turn heads, and turn heads she did. She was one foxy babe he thought. Dwayne wondered how the old professor kept it up to her. He may die of a heart attack screwing this delicious piece of tit and ass he thought. How does an old professor get to marry a babe of this class Dwayne chuckled quietly to himself and he castigated himself for his impure thoughts of sheer sexual lust. He even noticed the fine detail: her polished and well manicured long red nails as well as the red gloss lipstick and fine black eyebrow liner. She wore some gold jewellery. He noticed the many rings on her fingers but was especially taken in by the stunning gold chained earrings that dangled from her ear lobes. Dwayne was feeling so very horny. He had gone for a swim whilst fishing and the salt water always made him have a raging boner, a common problem for many men apparently. He had no time to 'jack off' before coming to the lecture and the sight of this gorgeous babe was definitely stirring his man meat down below. He fantasised about delivering his monster cock into her tight pussy but quickly returned to the reality of the lecture as she projected an image of a towering gaseous nebula many light years from our sun that was spawning the birth of new stars. She continued on with her talk as new images were projected and explained. The Universe was a wondrous place but for Dwayne the most wondrous sight was a beautiful babe such as this babe. He wondered if she would love to get fucked hard tonight but he was certain every red blooded man in the auditorium (no in the Universe) was having the same thought. He chuckled quietly to himself yet again. He had a good sense of humour. However, there was something special about young Dwayne Samuels and his intimidating physical presence had a power and mind control ability over women that he had seen literally hundreds of times and taken advantage off sometimes when he felt the need to satisfy his sexual desires. This was especially so when he thought it was thoroughly worth the effort. This was one of those times he thought. She was stunning, even breathtaking to look at and he could smell her aroma, her perfume and if he wasn't mistaken her sexual stirring below. ..... As Caroline slowly entered the well lit auditorium walking behind Brain Ambrose she was pleasantly surprised to see the room full to its capacity. She was looking forward to the lecture as she enjoyed bringing the majesty of the Universe to ordinary people who had little knowledge and understanding of 'Gods Grandeur'. She felt good after a very strong workout in the gym earlier and a deep massage from one of the female staff at the Resort. She had relaxed (upstairs on her balcony) in the sun reading a good book as well. She had been at the Resort for three days and was enjoying her little escape and her time just lying in the sun. She had heard of the Resort in Jamaica and was pleased to take the opportunity to visit whilst her husband attended a conference in Miami. It was the first time she had been off on her own since her marriage fifteen months ago to Dr. Angus Wishart. The only spoiling point for her was the constant propositions she had received from men at the Resort. No fewer than six men had tried to 'hit on her' when she was in the gym earlier in the day. The Manager Brian Ambrose had already asked her to have a few quiet drinks (several times) after the lecture. She had politely said maybe but she didn't really fancy this man. There was something crude and vulgar about him and he wasn't in the best shape she thought. She truly loved her husband. They had been married only 15 months and they had much in common. The only draw back was the lack of great sex in their lives and she often felt the urge to have hard physical sex with a stranger. She was a very sexual being and she loved having sex. She had a very active sex drive and sex life before she married the professor. She could simply pick her man and fuck his brains out but since marrying the professor she had been completely faithful but tempted slightly on several occasions. She definitely had trouble fighting off a strong sex drive and the need to be satisfied physically by a fit man. She was vulnerable and there was no doubting her very strong desire and need. She especially preferred young fit guys who could fuck all night and it had been nearly 18 months since someone had made her orgasm over and over again. He was a first year student of anthropology. Since marrying the professor she had often used one of her dildos and/or vibrator to usher in the explosive orgasms she harboured for very often, especially when she was alone. As the lecture continued she moved slowly along the front row of the auditorium explaining each slide of a Hubble telescope image as it was projected onto the whiteboard. The early slides included Proxima Centauri our closest star at 4.2 two light years (ly) distance. As light travels at 300,000 km per second that is a long way out but only a stones throw in terms of the Universe and its almost unimaginable vastness of space and time. Dr. Wishart articulated more images as she moved slowly along the front row explaining each slide with great passion. She dwelled upon the Pleiades (440ly) not knowing its significance to one particular listener in the audience; the Helix Nebula (450ly); the Pencil Nebula (815ly); the Orion Nebula (1,500ly); the famous Horsehead Nebula (1,500ly); the Southern Crab Nebula (2,000ly); the Elephants Trunk (2,400ly); the Cone Nebula (2,500ly); the spectacular Bug Nebula and the Red Spider Nebula (both at a distance of 4,000ly). It was a walk back in time and the images were simply spectacular. Suddenly Caroline froze in her place at the end of the front row nearest the door to the auditorium, as she started to talk about the Swan Nebula (5,500ly). Speaking of some spectacular sights she was awestruck. She clearly stumbled over her words and was visibly aghast at the sight of the young man sitting on the end of the front row. He was as black as the midnight sky, with relatively short braided hair, his pearly white, absolutely perfect teeth were revealed by an enormous smile as she glanced down at his colossal form dwarfing the seat and note taking lecture table. He was so exceptionally good looking and so incredibly huge, with enormous ripped muscularity, the sight she had never seen before. He seemed to delight in giving her a cheeky wink as well as a big smile. Very cheeky of him she thought, as he lounged back a little more to reveal a most powerful chest that lifted the pale green tank top he was wearing to mountainous proportions. His rib cage was revealed as he sucked in his stunning gut like he was showing off through the pale green tank top that his massive upper body squeezed into. The tank top was like a second skin. His vast chest expanse was simply breathtaking and the bicep bulges stuck out like two rock hard cannon balls desiring attention and he wasn't even trying to emphasise their eye popping size. She had never seen 'guns' (gym talk) as impressive as this before. Caroline turned quickly about to face the whiteboard and took in a deep breath, clearly affected by this powerful young athlete who was taking in her every word (and much, so much more, unknown to her). She would be lying if she did not admit to herself that she felt strongly stimulated by his physical presence. There was no doubting the stirring of her love juices that moistened her tiny thong under her black stretch jeans. She tried to calm herself and tried to rationalise the awkward moment by thinking quietly to herself that he was only a young man and she had never seen a black man naked in her 28 years. Like many women she had sometimes fantasised about huge black cock and wondered if it was true that they were much larger endowed than most men. Caroline moved back to the podium and continued her talk as images of the famous Eagle Nebula (7,000ly) filled the whiteboard. She could not help but steal a look to her left from time to time and sure enough he had sat forward listening intently. He appeared more than twice the size of the much older man to his left. She was in awe of his exceptional body and model looks. She wondered what it would be like to touch his hard muscles. She continued on with her talk but every now and then she again stole a sneak look to her left but did not walk the front row again. She was so sexually affected and stimulated in her brain and between her wet warm legs. It was hard to continue her talk with no errors. The Blacklion was glued to his seat as he followed the slow walk of Caroline McEwen along the front row as she approached him seated at the end. He was pleased she had mentioned both the Pleiades and the Orion Nebula in her talk as she moved slowly along the row. He had already named her 'Celaeno', the swarthy star in the open cluster that he was so familiar with. Her olive and tanned complexion radiated so alluringly and her curvaceous body had him thinking of what it would be like to fuck her hard and eat the hot snatch of this lovely European beauty. Her toned thighs hugged the light stretch denim jeans and her breasts thrust upwards and out almost bursting forth from the red top suggestively unbuttoned at the top just enough to allow ample boob to ogle. And he was definitely ogling her fine shape and feminine curves. He wondered if she had any prejudice regarding black men, although Dwayne had never really noticed women obviously rejecting him because of his skin colour. If anything he was sure it was a magnet to satisfy the fantatsy that he believed most European and even Asian women had for the black male. She was just beginning to talk about the Swan Nebula when she looked straight into the eyes of the Blacklion who was happy to give her a huge smile and a teasing wink. The Blacklion was certain she was taken totally off guard as her eyes nearly popped out of their strained sockets and her mouth was wide open, a look of total aghast. Her speech suddenly jumbled and became a little broken. He wondered if anyone else had noticed her obvious distraction. Dwayne thought he was ahead on points! She clearly took the time to take in his massive frame and Dwayne was happy to accommodate by lounging back and throwing his arms up and behind his head as if to relax. He breathed in deeply to expand his huge chest and he tightened his biceps just enough to have them rise to towering peaks that left her even more wide eyed. He was sure this swarthy babe was in total awe of his physical presence and definitely affected in a big way. The proof came almost too quickly for his liking when she spun around to face the whiteboard and continue to try and elaborate on the Swan Nebula. He was sure she tightened her glorious butt just for him to appreciate, squeezing her firm moons together and there was no mistaking the outline of a tiny thong under the thin stretched light black denim that gripped her fabulous ass. There is nothing like the female form when it is perfect and toned. Dwayne was very tempted to raise both arms out and place his massive hands on her buttocks and squeeze them just a little. His hands would be so large that they would more than cover, no dwarf, her buttocks and he thought about what it would be like to use his thumbs to pry the cheeks apart and closely examine her wonderful ass and pussy. He was sure he could smell her sex as her 'cunt' was surely dripping copious quantities of love juice just from seeing the stretched outline of his huge frame. He was disappointed that she moved back to the podium to continue her talk but there was no mistaking the occasional glances she made to her left to check out his muscular frame The Blacklion just responded with a big smile and another cheeky wink (or two) every time she did this. He was sure her nipples were harder and more pronounced than before she noticed his presence. His cock was folded in his jock strap but it had hardened considerably when she gave him a close view of her ass. His package bulged prominently and he realised it would be embarrassing to stand in full public view at the moment. He was so stimulated he wanted to rub his crotch but that would be courting trouble. He began to focus on her continued talk and give his cock the time it needed to settle to normal size. Normal for him was beyond comparison to most men. Her talk continued for just beyond an hour. Her final images from the Hubble telescope were intergalactic and especially focussed upon some more exceptional other galaxies including Andromeda, our closest galaxy to the Milky some 2.5 million light years away. She discussed other galaxies including NGC 253 (8m ly); M81 (12m ly); Black Eye Galaxy (17m ly); the famous Sombrero Galaxy (28m ly); the Whirlpool Galaxy (37m ly); the Antennae Galaxies (63m ly) and outwards to the Mice (300m ly) as well as the Tadpole Galaxy (420m ly). In fact Dr. Wishart concluded that the known universe stretches back in time to its very edge (what Star Trek calls the Final Frontier Dwayne thought) to a distance of some 13-14 billion light years. Dwayne thought it so utterly impossible to imagine such a vast Cosmos of such intellectually challenging size, 'Gods Grandeur' of space/time. He always thought that man needed to think of his place and home in the known Universe as a very humble speck within an ever expanding cone of matter, space and time. She concluded by posing the rhetorical questions of "Are we Alone" and "Is Man a Freak of Nature" that he evolved only on a single planet called Earth, in a very humble planetary system orbiting a very average Star we call the Sun in the outer suburbs of a very ordinary Galaxy we call the Milky Way. Her only comment to her rhetorical question was a reference to the comment of a young girl in the movie Contact that starred Jodi Foster, that if man is alone and unique in the Universe 'it would seem like an awful waste of space'. Dwayne also thought it to be very naive as well. The Blacklion thought these were surely Spiritual questions for which Dr. Wishart provided no answers or even any meaningful point of view. Now surely that was the subject of yet another talk he thought, one not to be missed. The 'Blacklion' Ch. 03 ..... Everyone in the auditorium rose as one to clap and applaud what was a most interesting and enjoyable lecture supported by some amazing images from the Hubble telescope (soon to be replaced for a newer technology as she had explained). The 'Blacklion' remained seated as he did not want this to end here and now. Many people pushed to the front of the auditorium to simply thank Dr. Wishart, to say hello, to shake her hand and as most were men, Dwayne thought for an enviable opportunity to meet a beautiful babe. He stayed seated patiently for at least 20 minutes until most of the audience had dispersed, although he did note that Brian Ambrose was still hanging around. Dwayne finally raised his huge frame from the seat that had tried to hopelessly accommodate his muscular gluteus for the past 90 minutes. He noticed the time was just after 9-48pm. He remembered he had the flyer about Dr Wishart still crushed in the back pocket of his jeans. He approached her as she turned to come face to face with this towering hunk with the model looks and the most alluring smile. Standing next to the 'Blacklion' she was dwarfed by his huge shoulder expanse and her eye line came directly below his massive chest and rib cage. He stood just over two metres (202cm to be exact) but she had never stood so close to someone so tall and with such a wide shoulder expanse. She glimpsed down and couldn't believe the relative narrowness of his waist in relation to his upper body but she was especially taken by how full his jeans were below the belt line, as she admired the significant bulge around the groin and between the thunderous thighs that hugged his blue jeans. It could not be real she thought and she quickly looked up to meet his eyes and the now familiar smile. His 'package' could not be real; it looked like a grapefruit was stuffed down his jeans. Perhaps the rumours were correct she thought. She was surprised to see him passing over a piece of paper (the crushed flyer) and ask for her autograph. She was even more surprised to hear him mention the Pleiades with some authority and he said he would call her Celeano. She knew this to be one of the stars that comprised the 'seven sisters" but why he would refer to her as Celeano she had no idea. Caroline was not totally knowledgeable about the translated names of the seven sisters and had only cursory knowledge of the Greek mythology associated with the Pleiades. She felt nervous, even excited in his presence but she remained composed enough to ask what name she should write when signing the crushed flyer. She was again intrigued by the reply to simply call him the 'Blacklion'. He spoke with controlled strength and confidence and he never took his eyes off her for a moment. The few others still gathered around did not distract him from his gaze. Something strange came over Caroline Wishart as she reached for a pen to sign the flyer. There was something special about this stunning young Black God and she felt a sexual stirring that totally consumed her; a sexual awakening that she had not felt for such a long time. She thought of her husband but she could not fight the powerful urges that had now taken hold. How old is this young man she thought to herself. She thought he could not be more than 20 or perhaps 21 years old and does he truly have a cock to match that rippling muscle mass God or Nature has blessed him with? The view of his protruding package certainly justified her question that she tossed around in her mind and she thought of the speculation about the size of some black cock that some girls she knew had talked about often. Her 'cunt' was seeping forth love juices that began to moisten her baby thong. She had never fucked a black man but she had heard the many stories about the huge cock some black men were known to have. For some women it was an obsession. She had seen a few porno flicks years ago and wished it was her. She felt no prejudice. He was so good looking and his brief words regarding the Pleiades certainly intrigued her. She gave in to her awakening and wrote a simple message which would later lead to the most intense fucking of her life. To The Blacklion......... Tonight Room 321A at 11-15pm. Please come as you are. Love Caroline Wishart. She had to allow sufficient time to have a drink with the annoying Brian Ambrose but she would only have one and get rid of him quickly. She passed the flyer back to the young stud and his huge right hand took the flyer off her. He lowered his head to read her words. Women simply cannot say no he thought. He often does not even have to ask. This amazing revelation he had been reminded of countless times but tonight was going to be very uplifting (forgive the pun!) and very pleasurable. It never ceased to amaze him how much on heat some women could get and only a good fucking could ever satisfy their strong desire and uncontrollable urges. Sometimes he had to be just content with a strong hand or blow job and to eat their mouth watering pussies thoroughly, much to their obvious delight. His tongue could do things and go places no ordinary stud could go. In many cases, when he was keen to fuck a babe, he was very disappointed to find that they could not accommodate the sheer enormous size of his cock. He reminded himself that when rock hard, which he easily obtained in the presence of a gorgeous babe who took his fantasy, his freakish cock length (an amazing 14 inches) and girth (a thick 8 inches) made it impossible to penetrate their more than willing 'cunt'. For many girls it was simply too painful, rather than pleasurable. It was physically impossible, like forcing a square peg into a round hole. Some girls have the incredible ability to stretch the walls of their 'cunt' to accommodate even his freakish black piston. The Blacklion hoped tonight he would relentlessly fuck this stunning brunette. He smiled at her, gave her a wink as if to say message understood and swaggered out of the auditorium. He was sure he noticed just a slight licking of her glossy red lips as he turned to leave. This babe was definitely very hungry and tonight he hoped to have her sexual screams and moans echo across the cove of 'Ariba' sufficiently loud enough to awaken many sleepy souls. ..... The Blacklion walked through the main entrance of the 'five star' Resort and took the stairs to the third level of apartments, rather than take the elevator. That actually represented the 5th level of the building complex as many shops, a cinema, gym, massage rooms, sun tanning room, bar and nightclub, the auditorium, administration offices and so on made up the first two levels of the modern complex. He noticed the time was 11-47pm. He was over half an hour later than the message from Caroline had advised. He chose deliberately to do that as he did not want her to think he was so keen and he loved to be in control by keeping the ladies waiting. He always seized the initiative and skilled mind control was always part of the elaborate games he liked to play with a babe before treating them to the time of their lives most often by a good show and sometimes by a rare fucking. No-one saw him take the stairs. How many times had he taken these stairs at night? He had lost count. The night desk was occupied by two staff but he took the stairs before the staff could notice. He easily stretched his tree trunk legs out two steps at a time, taking every opportunity to exercise and tone the muscles of his ass and quads. He arrived at level five (level three of the apartments) which was the highest level of the complex. There was a roof pool and sun deck as well above this level. The 'Blacklion' knew where to find room 321A. He knew the layout well. It was at the very far end of the left corridor as he exited the stairs and the entrance door to her apartment faced the corridor rather than on facing either side. Even numbered rooms were on the right proceeding down the corridor beginning with room 300 and odd numbered rooms were on the left. Room 321A faced the corridor and was larger than most with a unique sweeping view that over looked the Cove of 'Ariba'. This room he recollected had two large bedrooms and a very large covered tiled balcony that faced the cove with sweeping views over the ocean. It also afforded complete privacy from any neighbouring apartments that may have been occupied. He walked the corridor to the ornate door of Room 321A. He had to kill some time between the end of the lecture and his arrival on the doorstep to the room occupied by Caroline. He had gone to the staff locker room near the gym and had had a shower. He stroked his mammoth cock under the shower just thinking about the possibilities presented by a midnight sortie with Dr Caroline Wishart but he was controlled enough to not shoot a huge load preferring to save his cum blast for this babe who he hoped to drown in his hot lava flow. He possessed an enormous 'cum shot', one of the something special qualities of this huge young black stud. He was as hard as he could ever imagine being. He towelled himself dry and then applied a very small amount of light body oil to his chest, shoulders and all the way down his enormous thighs and calves. He also lightly oiled his massive gluteus. His smooth rippling musculature glowed and glistened. He was like a huge statuesque black marble God. He lightly sprayed a musk body spray to his upper body and underarms. Ladies loved the musk he thought. He dressed again using some fresh under garments he had stored in his locker. He put on a fresh pale green thong or jock strap that left little to the imagination and he put on the same tight fitting jeans and pale green tank top he wore to the lecture. He buckled the black leather sandals. He tucked in the tank top, squashed his mammoth cock down in the thong/jock and buckled his studded black leather belt that wrapped around his narrow waist. His package bulged considerably and left little to the imagination. She did say to come as you are he thought. He was ready but waited out the time so as not to be seen to be in a hurry. Keep them waiting was a mind control tactic he often employed. ..... Caroline sat nervously and impatiently on the decorative and plush three seater sofa. There was no sign of her black fantasy man. It was nearly 11-50pm. She pondered as to whether she was expecting far too much tonight. Was she about to be disappointed having made the still scary but exciting decision to satisfy a long felt but strong sexual need? She felt very guilty because she loved the professor truly but she had never felt sexual urges like she experienced in the auditorium when confronted by this young muscle stud simply referred to as "The Blacklion". What is the significance of that name she wondered? She had poured a crystal glass of chardonnay in her impatience and had virtually given up so very disappointed when with great relief but excitement she heard a quiet knock on the ornate door. She rushed to open the door (she didn't even look through the peephole) to let this midnight adventure begin. She was unaware of the 'Blacklion's' website and its title "Midnight Dreams.' As she opened the door she let out an audible gasp at the sight before her transfixed eyes. The 'Blacklion' was dressed as before but he towered over her, his vast shoulder expanse filling the door frame. She muttered nervously to please come in to the young man and she could not believe he had to bend his head a little in order to walk under the door frame into the beautifully furnished apartment that is Room 321A. She followed the obvious mild scent of musk into the middle of the large living room after closing the door. There was no turning back tonight. She had never screwed a black man or even seen an ebony man naked (except in a porno) and this young stud was a genetic freak that excited her acute black fantasies. ..... The 'Blacklion' lightly tapped on the door of Room 321A. Caroline appeared at the door and to Dwayne she seemed so overcome by the sight of him. He definitely heard her gasp for her breath and she appeared frozen on the spot. She froze as if in awe of his presence that towered considerably over her and he looked down to her lovely green eyes and deep red glossed full lips; lips that Dwayne imagined were simply made to suck long and hard on a cock: his mammoth cock he thought. He was not surprised to see the attire she had chosen for this night rendezvous. She wore only a semi transparent red shiny night shirt, partially buttoned at the bottom and from a first glance he thought she wore absolutely nothing underneath, her breasts partially exposed and clearly visible through the semi sheer shirt. There was no mistaking her dark hard nipples. The shirt carried down to hug her tanned mid thighs and she was still wearing the bright red stilettos. There was something very smutty about a babe in stilettos. She asked him to enter and the 'Blacklion' strutted slowly to the middle of the living room to stand on what looked like a very expensive Persian carpet. He stood in front of a plush sofa that had several matching large cushions. Next to the sofa and in the middle of the carpet square he noticed several classy polished timber (probably mahogany) coffee tables. The room lighting was set low at about 50% but it was augmented by a modern table lamp next to the sofa. He could hear some light jazz music in the background. The room was full of atmosphere and Dwayne's anticipation was high. He heard the door lock behind him and Caroline walked past him to sit on the sofa immediately in front of the 'Blacklion'. As she walked past she took in the full expanse of his broad back and V shaped torso. As she walked past he could see the outline of her firm right breast and a hard nipple pushing out the soft material of the nightshirt. Her long shiny black hair trailed down to the small of her back and swayed a little above her stunning ass. It was still tied into a horse tail by the same red ribbon she wore earlier. There was no mistaking the clear outline of a tiny white thong that was her only protection for her womanhood. She turned to sit on the corner of the sofa and faced the 'Blacklion' with her eyes wide open. She reached for the glass of white wine on the adjacent table with the lamp and took a sip. What now he thought but he did not have to wait long. Staring up at him Caroline asked him to remove the tank top that clung tightly to his magnificent torso. The 'Blacklion' was use to stripping in front of a lady or a group of ladies so he decided for now he would go along with the pretence that she was in control. His huge hands went slowly to his narrow waist and beltline. He tugged gently and lifted the pale green tank top exposing his flat gut and washboard abdominals. As he raised the top to his chest it tightened because of the sheer size (both width and breadth) of his upper body. He twisted his upper body slightly to his left in order to slowly roll, tug and peel (with great effort) the tank top over his massive shoulder blades and over his head. His dreadlocks bounced around his neck and shoulder tops. He moved forward and stood barely a metre from where she was sitting. She looked up and down. In fact she couldn't decide where to look. She was in awe of his rippling shoulder muscles, the massive expanse of his chest muscles that were considerably raised. The washboard ridges (she counted eight) were so defined and huge. Not an ounce of fat she thought. She gazed in amazement at the huge bulge in his jeans above her eye level and she was amazed to see him cover the bulge with his huge right hand as if to grip the weapon now hidden from sight. She was shocked by this and raised her sight upwards again to see him lift both arms above his head and behind his head. He breathed in deeply and his chest thrust out to ridiculous proportions and his gut sucked in (creating an amazing cavernous sink hole) to emphasise the absurd narrowness of his waist in relation to his expansive upper body. She could see the huge intercostals on both sides of his chest, always a sign of a ripped and shredded upper body. He lowered his arms and bounced/wiggled/jiggled his huge pectorals in an obvious display of arrogant muscle exhibitionism. A girl could lose her herself with her head between his incredible 'pecs' she thought. She gulped at the close sight of his breathtaking and powerful body the like of which she had never seen and could not have imagined possible. But he did not look freakish, just a stunning statue of black male muscle God to be admired and worshipped. She asked if she could touch his muscles. He smiled back and issued an open invitation. She stood in front of him, dwarfed by his mass and expanse. She looked so petite and physically vulnerable standing in front of him. She placed both hands on his washboard and run her hands up (and over) the vast expanse of his rock hard chest and again over the massive shoulders, circling down the bulging triceps to the rope like forearms. She had to fully stretch her arms wide to do this circular muscle touch test. He felt and looked like a black marble brick statue or God; no doubting that. She scraped her painted and well manicured nails over his abdominals. He was so black granite hard. She did the same to his mountainous 'pecs' and pronounced intercostals. Then she was caught totally by surprise as he effortlessly lifted her off the floor, his huge hands gripping her tight waist. He lowered his head and looking up she came in eye contact with the longest (biggest) tongue she had ever seen as he forced apart her widening lips. His huge tongue filled her entire mouth as he delivered the most sexually arousing tongue kiss imaginable. When it was over (it seemed to last forever) he gently put her down again. She was significantly disoriented by his sudden display of passion. Definitely overcome, even shocked, she abruptly turned, sat on the lounge and again sipped at the white wine just to gather her scrambled thoughts. She did not really pay attention to the way she was seated. She didn't appear to know what she was instinctively doing. The 'Blacklion' noticed the silky red nightshirt had ridden up her legs exposing her tanned inner thighs. Also clearly visible was her sheer white g-string as it gripped her obviously wet pussy. He could clearly see the outline of her black neatly trimmed pubes through the tiny under garment. The 'Blacklion' knew it was time to assert his physical control, as he looked down at her unknowingly using her right hand to squeeze a now exposed right breast and then move below to rub/finger her juicy mound. She was aroused beyond imagine, fully ripe for the taking, hopefully a hard fucking if she could accommodate his massive cock. Dwayne had allowed her to control things so far. From this moment she was his to pleasure and he would determine what form that took and even how long it lasted. Still dressed in only his tight jeans the 'Blacklion' was on his knees in front of her. She was amazed she still had to look up sharply into his eyes. He reached out with both huge hands and in one quick, furious movement he tore the nightshirt open and peeled it down her tanned arms. Her stunning breasts bounced and jiggled so full and free. He threw the shirt away like the useless rag it was. He grasped her elastic g-string and tore it apart rolling it down her tanned, toned legs. She made absolutely no attempt to resist this sudden move by the black marble stud. He raised his arm to her right shoulder and gently pushed her back to lie along the plush sofa. He placed one of her smooth legs over the sofa top and the other towards the floor. He placed a large cushion under the small of her back. Her legs were now wide spread and her beautiful pussy totally exposed to his view and imminent probe.