23 comments/ 155574 views/ 34 favorites The Housewife Ch. 01 By: lost4words Chapter 01: Milked Chocolate It was funny how it started, a single piece of spam. The sort of message that had shown up in her inbox a thousand times before--"Hot, white MILFs & big black brothas" It was "MILF" that caught her eye. She'd heard the word used in a joke a few nights earlier. A joke she didn't get because she didn't know what a "MILF" was. Of course in retrospect " big black brothas " and what it implied may have had more to do with her initial curiosity then she was willing to admit. "Black brothas, White mothas." The site was graphic and she was revolted. At the top of the page two grinning black men framed the title, a series of explicit images depicting women posing with hard black penises ran below. The rest of the page was made up of groups of images, each group apparently telling a story around the woman they contained. She scrolled down the page looking at each vignette All pretty but not in the artificial way she expected from a site like this. They were like her, like most women. Blondes, brunettes, thin, heavy, young, and old. All being serviced by at least one giant black member, all looking pleased, all looking satisfied. White women having oral sex and intercourse with black men, sometimes more then one at a time! Huge erect penises penetrating vaginas shaved smooth. A thin blonde with large breasts on her hands and knees being taken from behind and with a second penis in her mouth. A plump brunette having anal sex with one man while another was having intercourse with her. An older red head, her face splattered with semen, licking an erect penis. She clicked "See more mothas with brothas," and was presented with another full page of images. Another full page of white woman coupled with black men. It went on page after page. She stared at the computer screen shocked. Shocked and disgusted. But it wasn't what she saw that shocked her, far from it, what shocked her was the fact she found herself becoming aroused. The images excited her, aroused her. White women a lot like her, getting pleasured and satisfied by sleek ebony bodies. The polite euphemisms and technical terms slipped out of her thoughts. These women were getting taken, used, and fucked by hard black cocks. Their slick pussys spread wide by fat chocolate dicks, their mouths stretched tight around thick dark rods, their faces and tits covered in sticky white cum. She could feel the warm tingle between her legs; feel her erect nipples straining against the silky fabric of her robe. Her hand reached down, sliding between her thighs until it reached the swollen lips of her vagina. She spread her legs apart, her fingers sliding across her hard clit. She lifted her legs to the arms of the desk chair, her feet now resting on the desk, her legs spread wide, her pussy open and available. She alternated between messaging her clit and fucking herself with her fingers closing her eyes imaging a hard black man on top of her. His cock buried deep inside bringing her pleasure she'd never known. The orgasm came hard and fast, her body convulsed with pleasure as a moan escaped from deep inside. That night she made love to her husband. Actually her husband made love to her, she had sex, in her mind she was being taken by a black stud. With her eyes closed she imagined being held in the strong arms of her black man, his smooth, sculpted body tight against her, his hard, dark cock deep in her pussy. She ignored her husband as he murmured "I love you," and concentrated on her fantasy, bringing the images from the web pages she'd visited earlier alive in her mind. She saw herself sucking a fat, black rod as she gave her husband the obligatory, pre-fuck blow job. She imagined she was riding a hard, ebony, dick as she rode on top of him. She closed her eyes and saw a handsome, dark face hovering over her when she spread her legs for him. She got on her hands and knees for him, surprising him with her need. Usually he had to talk her into doggie but tonight she wanted it more then him. She raised her ass in the air, reaching back to help guide his cock into her. She could feel her black man penetrating her, feel his hot breath on her back, feel his flat stomach slap against her ass with each thrust. She buried her face in the comforter, clinching it tightly in her fists and quietly breathed, "Fuck me baby, fuck me with that hard black dick." She knew he wouldn't last long and didn't want to have him finish and pull out before she'd finished her fantasy. She reached back and rubbed her clit, bringing herself to the brink. "Fuck me hard baby, make me your white slut, fuck me like a real man," she thought to herself as images of yearning, eager, MILFS, their mouths, pussys and asses filled with hard, thick chocolate cocks flashed in her mind. She was close when she felt his rhythm change. After 15 years of marriage she knew he was almost finished. He'd cum inside her, pull out, lie down, and promptly fall asleep. Normally she didn't care, she'd had her fun and then it was his turn but tonight was different. She could feel a big one coming on, bigger then the other three she'd already had. Feel it building deep in her pussy, feel it with each thrust, each slap against her ass. She felt him spasm and heard the stifled "Fuck...fuck yes," and knew it was over. He stopped and started to pull out of her. "Don't stop baby...please," she pleaded, "Come on fuck my pussy, I need to cum. Fuck me baby." He responded with renewed vigor, apparently he enjoyed hearing her plead for his cock as much as she enjoyed pleading. She kept her fingers on her clit, rubbing in rhythm with his thrust. She reached back to feel his cock slide in and out, the image of a thick, ebony dick spreading her lips filling her mind. She pushed her ass back, meeting each of his thrusts, taking as much of his cock as possible. She could feel herself cumming. Feel the heat rising inside. Feel the pleasure starting to build. She held it off as long as she could, letting it grow inside until it overflowed. Her body spasmed with the most intense orgasm of her sexual life. She pushed back hard, her pussy clenching tight around her husbands dick, her hand wet from a sudden flood of her cum. "Oh god...oh god...FUCK. Yes baby, yes...oh fuck!" She rocked back and forth on his cock, waves of pleasure washing over her and then collapsed forward on the bed, sliding off his cock. They laid beside each other in silence, breathing heavy, exhausted from the passion. After a few moments her husband broke the quiet, "God honey what got into you...not that I minded, not at all...I mean it was great, just kinda surprising." "Oh god, I'm sorry...I'm embarrassed...I was just so...I don't know...horny. God, I guess I'm just reaching my prime." she said followed by a nervous giggle. "That was so damn good I don't care what it is I just hope it lasts," he laughed. He might care if he really knew what it was all about, she thought, but if it kept them both happy and satisfied then she wouldn't worry about it. She got what she needed and he got what he wanted. Who could complain? Their conversation was short and moments later he was asleep. She lay there in the dark listening to his slow, steady breathing. The sex had been wonderful, possibly the best they'd ever had, but something was missing and she knew what that something was. She wanted a bigger cock. She wanted to experience the monsters she saw online; long and thick, hard and black. She wanted to know what it felt like to have her mouth stretched and her pussy filled by a massive cock. She wasn't ready to go out and find another man to satisfy her needs but a dildo, well a dildo would be almost as good. A long, fat, black dildo. Something real she could wrap her lips around, something real to fuck her pussy, something real to fill her needs. She drifted off to sleep plotting her next move, preparing to take the first step on a journey of awakening. The next morning she waited impatiently for everyone to leave the house. She hustled her husband off to work, making sure he had everything before kissing him good-bye and sending him on his way. Olivia and Brandon were off to school 45 minutes later. Finally alone she picked up the phone and quickly dialed the neighbor's number. Lindsey and her fiancé had moved in across the street about a year ago. Although Lindsey was several years younger it hadn't taken long for them to become best friends. To people that didn't know her Lindsey could come across as quiet, almost aloof but that was just because she was a little shy, a bit naive. Around those she knew she was funny, warm, outgoing, always willing to lend a hand; a true friend. And to be honest, based on the conversations they'd have after a few drinks perhaps less naive and innocent then she appeared. You never knew what might lurk underneath. "Hi, it's me. Glad I caught you before you left. Anyway I won't keep you just have a quick favor to ask. Could get a package shipped to your house?" Although they tended to tell each other everything she felt this time a little white lie might be in order, "It's a surprise for Tom, a Christmas present. It'd ruin the surprise if it shows up while he's home...Yeah, I know 'Mrs. Organized'...Great, thanks! It'll probably show up in a couple of days. Sure lunch tomorrow works for me...ok, hurry or you'll be late. You too, bye bye!" Hanging up, she hurried into the den and started her online search. It didn't take long to find a site offering exactly what she was looking for. A few clicks later she found the toy she wanted; "Black Steele -- This 9" x 2" dildo is cast from the actual cock of porn star Rex Steele. Thick and long with hefty balls, it's guaranteed to please even the most discriminating lover. $39.95. She added it to her cart and then surfed further into the site amazed by the vast variety of toys and videos. She browsed through the DVDs discovering a huge list of interracial titles. Buying a video wasn't part of the plan but there was more then enough on the gift card and with a video she wouldn't be tied to the computer screen. She could stretch out in bed and enjoy her new toy while watching the women on screen enjoy their living toys. She moved slowly through the pages, carefully taking in the titles and explicit covers. With so many to choose from it took her a while to decide but she knew it was the right one when she found it. She added it to her cart and checked out. Hopefully thes wouldn't ask how she'd used the gift card they sent for her birthday. She hurried back to the computer and completed the order, even paying extra for overnight shipping. ---- The call came just as she was walking out the door. It was Lindsey, the packaged had arrived. Her errands would have to wait. The few minutes she stood chatting on Lindsey's porch, the box in her hands, seemed like an eternity. She finally made an excuse about leaving the tea kettle on and rushed back across the street, her heart beating wildly. She grabbed a knife from the kitchen counter and sliced the brown packing tape holding the treasure closed. The last boundary between desire and satisfaction, between fantasy and fulfillment. The box was filled with small, white Styrofoam peanuts that puffed to the floor as she reached in, searching for the fulfillment that was buried inside. The first thing she came across was the hard plastic cover of the DVD case. She pulled it out ignoring the mess she was making on the kitchen floor. "White chicks, Black dicks IV -- Mommy Meat." The words were written across the face of the case in dripping white cum. Below was a collage of pictures; a white woman with a thick black cock in her mouth, a close-up of a shaved pussy, an ebony shaft buried inside. A woman on her hands and knees a black man taking her from behind another chocolate rod filling her mouth. She could feel the heat building between her thighs. She dug deeper searching for the object of her desire. She found it at the bottom of the box. It was packaged in a loose plastic sleeve so her hand was able to wrap around the shaft as she pulled it from the box. It was thick and long with veins wrapping it's surface like fleshy vines but, most importantly, it was a beautiful chocolate brown. She held it, staring, anticipating the pleasure it would bring. She smiled imagining it mocking the small white peanuts it was packed in, this magnificent black shaft finally free of those tiny white dicks. She ripped the packaging open and pulled out her prize She lay back on the bed in just her bra and panties, her head propped up on a pillow giving her a better view of the TV. On screen a married white woman was serving lemonade to two young, sweaty black studs that had come to landscape her yard. Watching the awkward seduction scene she slid her fingers down her tummy, under the waistband of her panties, and across the small patch of pubic hair that crowned her pussy. She continued down, slipping a finger between her lips and onto her clit. With the other hand she brought her toy to her lips and eased the massive black head into her mouth, the woman on the TV was now kneeling on the kitchen floor a fat, dark cock in her hand, the other, glistening with saliva, pistoning in and out of her mouth. Mimicking the action on screen, she worked the rubber cock in and out of her mouth her lips spread wide to accommodate it's girth, her tongue playing against the veiny surface. She gagged trying to take as much in as possible. She wanted to totally engulf it, pleasing her fantasy man with her oral talents. Oral sex had never meant much to her but watching the performance on the DVD and feeling this huge black, cock forced into her mouth set her on fire. Her fingers moved from her clit and slipped further down her pussy finding the hot, wet hole. She slid two deep inside, working them to the rhythm of the thrusts on screen. The woman was now bent over the kitchen counter the "brothas" taking turns fucking her from behind: "Nothing like some fine white pussy! Damn, you fell good bitch! Betch you ain't never been fucked like this. You like my black cock in your pussy baby?" "Mmmmm, fuck yes!" "Good baby 'cause you gonna be getting a lot of black dick today, ain't she bro?" "Hell yes she is, now move aside nigga and let me get some of 'dat. Want some of my cock now baby?" "Yes baby...please baby." She slide in another finger and then another, spreading her pussy wide, preparing it for the monster she held in her hand now slick with her saliva. Her husband's penis was fine, in fact she'd always considered it to be large but it was nothing like the cocks spreading the shaved pussy of the wanton, white MILF in the video or the black dildo she was now trying to work into her tight, married cunt. She pushed the head between her lips. The black helmet stretched her wide meeting with resistance. She pushed harder forcing the head past her tight opening, suddenly there was a moment of pain and it slipped in. She let out a gasp of surprise staring down through her legs at the chocolate rod as thick as her wrist sticking out of her pussy. She grabbed the protruding shaft and slide it out until the head was the only part left inside and then slid it back in, taking it deeper this time. The sensation of fullness mixed with the weeks of pent up desire, the visual of black cock between her legs and the excited moans pouring from the TV pushed her to the edge. She frantically worked it in and out fucking herself with that beautiful black shaft. With each thrust she pushed it in deeper quickly taking it in all the way, the silicone balls slapping against her ass. She closed her eyes imagining the words on the screen were directed at her: "Mmmm, this is some fine pussy! You enjo'ing getting some real cock ain't ya baby? Bet this ain't nothing like you get from hubby." "God yes I need your real, black cock," she answered in her head, working the massive dildo faster. "I think she just needed a real fuckin' bro, didn't ya baby?" "Yes, yes. Fuck me hard...please," she murmured. She turned over on the bed. Holding the dildo down by the balls she slide onto it. She was riding it just like the woman in the video. Sliding up and down on the massive shaft. On the screen the other black boy was now standing to the side of the woman, his cock in her mouth. She frowned, disappointed that she couldn't experience two cocks, one stretching the lips of her pussy, the other the lips of her mouth. Her disappointment didn't last long as she felt an orgasm start to build inside her. She rode the dildo faster, harder taking as deep as she could with each thrust. She bounced up and down on the bed, the headboard rapping against the wall. On the screen the woman was on her knees as first one then the other stud emptied a sticky load onto her face and out-stretched tongue. She came with a deep moan and another flood of cum. She fell back on the bed the shiny black cock still buried inside her. She lay back exhausted and pleased. The pleasure had been intense, a pleasure she hadn't felt before. With each experience her orgasms were more powerful, building from deeper inside her, rising to a new level of intensity. She reached out wrapping her hand around the thick black rod and slowly slid the dark shaft in and out of herself a few more times before bringing it to her lips to carefully lick clean. ---- She'd seen him at the gym several times before and used the image of his firm, chiseled body more then once as fuel for her fantasies. In fact he'd been an object of her stealthy glances and the occasional shower fantasy long before her new found pre-occupation with men of color. She watched him discreetly from her perch on the StairMaster, his body glistening with sweat, his dark skin smooth and lustrous under the bright gym lights. She felt her nipples harden as she looked on, seeing him strain under a load of iron weights. As she watched his face contort with each lift, she wondered if he'd look the same cumming between her thighs. Images of his dark body sliding across her, lubricated by their sweat, flashed through her mind. His face twisted with lust, eyes shut in concentration, holding back to let the pleasure build until he exploded inside her. Filling her with his hot cum, his long hard cock deep inside her. She pumped the StairMaster faster trying to drown out the fantasy building in her mind, but try as she might the fantasy continued to grow. The workout dissolved into erotic narrative; the heat, the exertion, the sweat just adding to the sensual imagery. The pumping of her legs translated into a sexual rhythm, the cadence increasing with each push of her thighs, each thrust of his cock. Her ass, firm and round, rising and falling with each step, with each slide down his thick, black shaft. Sweat running down her neck disappeared between the breasts gripped by large, dark hands. The insistent beeping of the machine, which signaled the end of her workout, suddenly broke her spell. She'd have to get home soon so she could "unwind" before the family got home. The errands she'd planned to run would have to wait. "We need to talk," a voice called from behind. Startled, she turned to the sound finding herself face to face with her most recent object of desire, as appealing and attractive up close, as he was sweating and across the gym. His eyes were friendly but penetrating; his full, dark lips framed a wide, white smile, his hair, short cropped and still wet from his shower, shined. Simply put, he was tall, dark, and handsome. A quick succession of feelings ran through her; Lust, curiosity, surprise, delight before finally settling on discomfort. God, was she that blatant? Was it that obvious she was lost in her own little fantasy world? She didn't remember ever catching his attention but to be honest the workout had turned into a pleasant blur, for all she knew she spent the last 15 minutes of her routine sweaty, out of breath, and fucking him with her eyes. The Housewife Ch. 01 She felt the hot flash of embarrassment and a blush start to color her cheeks. "We need to talk? Why?" She asked, maybe a bit too defensively. His smile broadened, "You're always hogging my favorite machine. Every time I come in ready for a little aerobic activity there you are sweating away." "Oh, you're kidding. I'm sorry," she smiled, relief replacing the embarrassment. "Well it's my favorite too. I'd suggest fighting for it but...," she paused a moment considering the sculpted form of the man standing before her, "...maybe a schedule would work better...at least for me. Maybe share joint custody? Every other weekend and alternate holidays? I'll have my lawyer contact yours, see if we can work something out." "Works for me. Here's my card. Give me a call when you're ready to negotiate." She stared at the card. A lawyer. "Great, most of the guys here probably have more muscle between their ears then anywhere and I pick a lawyer to negotiate with." "Don't worry I'll go easy you. Looking forward to successful negations." He flashed her another smile, offered a quick "See you next time," and headed out the door. As the days passed their chats become more frequent. They started with a simple "Hi," whenever they saw each other and quickly moved to short conversations that were followed by longer conversations peppered with subtle innuendo. She enjoyed his attention; enjoyed being close to him, enjoyed watching his eyes play across here body, enjoyed his wide, bright smile. His attentions increasingly fueled her fantasies. Her husband pleasantly surprised by the increase in her sex drive. Two weeks after there first conversation he asked her out for coffee. Just an opportunity to enjoy her company outside the gym. A couple of friends going out for coffee and conversation, he assured her. She accepted his invitation with reservations. If it was so innocent why had they settled on a coffee shop 5 miles out of town, why did she know she'd never tell her husband? She silently vowed that regardless of his possible intentions she wouldn't let her fantasies allow her to make a mistake. The only hot, black thing getting into her would be coffee. She smiled at her private joke as they settled on a time. ---- The rain fell in a steady stream outside the coffee shop window. Needing to run a few errands and a little nervous about the rendezvous she'd arrived early and parked at the other end of the outdoor mall close to her favorite store. The sun had been out and sky filled with billowing, white clouds when she finally strolled across the parking lot to meet him for coffee. During the course of their conversation the clouds had darkened and hidden the sun. Now the threatening sky had opened up, big drops signaling the start of a long, heavy rain shower and a long, wet walk to her car. "Where'd you park?" She turned away from the window to his deep voice. "Clear across the lot, it was nice when I got here. I've lived in the area my entire life, after all these years you'd think I learn," she smiled. He smiled back, his thick, full lips spreading into that familiar smile. "Want a ride over? I'm just outside." She hesitated, she'd keep her composure up to this point, enjoyed a pleasant conversation with a friend, kept the promise she'd made to herself when she agreed to this meeting. "Ummmm...well...to be honest I'm not sure." "Sure, of course I understand. If it's any help, I wouldn't've offered if it wasn't raining." She paused again, slightly disappointed in his response. Maybe she was worrying to much. He hadn't made any advances, said anything inappropriate, hadn't even looked at her like he was checking her out. He'd been the perfect gentleman; pleasant, easy to talk with, funny, intelligent. The more she thought the more the disappointment grew. Was she really that plain, that uninteresting? After years of marriage was she too much of wife and mother for other men to even consider her attractive, a worthy trophy, a MILF? Maybe this whole thing was a bad idea just not for the reasons she'd originally feared. What the hell. "Sure I'd love a ride. Thank you." "Then your gonna get a ride," his smile turned to a smirk and his eyes slightly narrowed. She was taken back by the change in his demeanor. For just a fleeting moment the kind, polished, gentleman she'd experienced up to this point disappeared, replaced by something darker, a predator, a hunter and she felt a little like prey. She almost changed her mind. She slid into the seat of the black Escalade, the leather cool against the backs of her thighs. The damp air and two warm bodies caused the tinted windows to fog as soon as the doors were closed. A turn of the key brought the engine to life followed by the rhythmic swoosh of the wipers and roar of the defroster. He backed the car out of the spot and started across the lot. The ride was quiet, a change from the animated conversation they had at the coffee shop. The fact they were alone had changed the mood and her impression of him. In public he was a fun, out-going, attractive gentleman. Alone she saw him as her ebony fantasy man; sexy, dark, masculine. The area around her car was abandoned, the other shoppers either gone or, choosing to stay out of the rain, parking closer. He pulled into a neighboring spot and left the engine running. As she turned to say good-bye and thank him for the wonderful conversation she noticed a hefty bulge in his slacks. It started at his crotch and worked it's way up to his pocket. A python starting to circle his leg. She was unable to stop herself from staring sure she could see the lip of helmet pushing through the fabric, two huge balls swelling below. "See something you like?" Startled, she quickly looked up only to find herself staring directly into his black eyes. He'd seen her glance at his bulge...no no, he'd seen her gape at his bulge, ogle the mammoth coming to life in his pants. She quickly turned her head avoiding his gaze, the heat from a blush rising in her checks. "Ummm...no...I'm sorry? No, just admiring the car." "Actually girl I think you was admiring my cock not my car," he replied, a cheshire smile spreading across his dark face. "What? What did you say?! No, no of course not...I really think I should go. Please stop, you can let me out here," she stammered shocked by his directness and the sudden change in character and speech. Gone was the educated lawyer, the man that was "white" in all ways but skin color. Replaced by something more menacing, more dangerous, and she worried, a hot flush rising through her body, more exciting. He pulled the car to a stop, "Sorry if I misread your intentions. I just know how you've been flirtin' at the gym and I thought you might be lookin' for a little more. A littl' somethin' you ain't gettin' at home." "No I didn't come for anything like that. I just thought we could...I don't know... talk...get to know each other better." Her eyes keep returning to his lap, drawn by equal part curiosity and attraction. The swelling in his pants hadn't got any smaller in fact she was sure it was getting bigger and thicker. "That's what I thought too, we'd get to know each other better, way better!" Another smile broke across his face, "I see the way you check me out at the gym and trust me babe I've been doing the same to you. I've wanted your fine white ass from the first time I saw it." "I really need to go. I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't've come," she answered flatly, any hint of conviction gone from her voice. "Then go ahead, I'll see ya tomorrow at the gym. Thanks for the conversation. But know what? I don't think ya wanna leave. I think you wanna stick around and see what this black man's all about. Seems like you can't keep your eyes of my pants, I keep watchin' you sneak looks. Say what ya want baby but the eyes never lie." She didn't reply. She knew what he said was true. She didn't want to talk. That's what she told herself but it wasn't true. Underneath the lie she knew exactly why she came. She wanted to experience her fantasy. Feel the heat of this man inside her. She didn't reach for the door handle, didn't unbuckle her seatbelt. "Thought so. Here baby, just touch it. See how it feels, see if it feels like you dreamed it did. Ya know you want to. Here, give me your hand." He reached across the console and gently took her hand. He lifted it, pulling it back to his lap and rested it on the bulge. She let him do it, didn't resist, didn't try to pull back. Through his pants she could feel it's heat, in her mind she could see it's dark, veiny surface and smooth, thick head. Just like her dildo, just like the men in her video. Hard and black and ready to please her. She spread her fingers letting them wrap around the hard mass. The glint of her wedding ring obvious but ignored. He leaned across, his lips inches from her ear. His hot breath on her neck. "Like that baby?" He whispered, "Like the way it feels? It's all hard just for you girl. My big, black dick is all hard just for you." She felt his touch on her knee. His skin was soft, fingers long and thick. She spread her legs slightly allowing his large hand to move further up her leg, pushing her skirt to the top of her thighs. As she felt his fingers slide across the taut, damp fabric of her panties, she closed her eyes, lost in the moment. His fingers worked their way between her lips, sliding the sheer fabric across her erect clit. "Let me see your panties baby." She leaned back in the seat and hiked the skirt further up her legs exposing a pair of white, lacy panties. As he started to working his hand under the silky fabric she opened her eyes wanting to watch his hand slide underneath the sheer cloth, his dark skin in sensual contrast to the brilliant, white lace. His fingers probed her pussy, briefly fingering her pearl and then sliding down, down between swollen lips and into her. She let out a stifled gasp as first one then another wide finger entered her. With his free hand he unbuckled his belt, unfastened the button of his trousers, and pulled down the zipper. He reached beneath his white Jockies pulling his cock loose of her grip. A moment later it was free, lying exposed against his stomach, his massive balls, shaved smooth, spreading beneath. It was just as she imagined it--fat and black and hard, marbled with veins, alive with sensual energy. She wrapped her hand around the thick rod, her fingers and thumb separated by a full inch, unable to meet around the massive girth. The sight of the bright gold of her wedding ring contrasted against the ebony flesh caused her to pause and briefly consider the journey she was about to embark on. The ring represented 15 years of marriage. This man, a few hours of unspeakable pleasure. Stability or pleasure? Safety or passion? Reason or insanity? The battle of her conscience was short and decisive. It would be pleasure and passion and insanity. Deep down she knew it was the choice she'd made the first time she saw a huge black dick penetrating a satisfied white woman. This was her sexual destiny, her true sexual awakening. His hand pulled away from her panties and moved to the back of her head, firmly guiding her face to his lap. She lowered her lips to his cock, taking the massive head into her mouth. She played her tongue across it surface savoring the salty taste, the smooth flesh, the musky smell. She took more of it in her mouth using one hand to stroke him as she worked her lips over the surface. He gripped her hair, working her mouth up and down his cock, setting the rhythm. She pushed her head further down, forcing him deeper into her mouth until she gagged. A stream of saliva ran out between her stretched lips and down his shaft. "That's right baby, show me how good you suck cock. Show me how much dick you can take," he purred. She wanted to show him how good she was, how much pleasure she'd bring him. She took it deeper, gagging again, but wanting it all. Wanting to take every inch of him into her mouth. She worked it more frantically as she imagined how this massive shaft would feel inside her pussy. Stretching her wide, fucking her hard, fucking her deep. He let loose of her hair but she didn't notice, she was to focused on the beautiful dick she was trying to swallow. He reached to the console and she felt the car slip into gear and begin to move. She stopped for a moment and started to pull her mouth away wanting to ask what was happening. His hand held her head down. "Keep suckin' baby. I got a room close by we're gonna visit. Give you the full treatment darlin' Show ya what having a real cock is like!" She continued to work his black shaft in and out of his mouth as she was told. His hand returned to her panties. She spread her legs as wide as she could to give him access to her pussy. His fingers played over it, probing, touching, fucking. "You are one tight, wet bitch baby. Can't wait to get inside that pussy. Show you a real good time. Lookin' forward to that baby? Lookin' forward to getting that tight, white pussy fucked by a real man?" She could do nothing more then moan. Moan with the pleasure she was feeling, moan in anticipation of the pleasure she was about to receive. His hand left her pussy and moved to her full breasts. He reached inside her blouse and under her bra, squeezing a hard, sensitive nipple between his thick fingers. "Love them titties to baby, gonna feel real nice wrapped around my dick. Betcha like gettin' your titties fucked don't ya baby? Gettin' a nice hot load to lick off!" She kept working his shaft for the short ride to the hotel. He pulled into a spot at the rear of the building and turned off the car. He let her continue for a few minutes before pulling her head away. "Time to sit-up now, there'll be plenty more of that later." She watched, disappointed, as he put his cock away, tucked in his shirt, and buttoned his pants. "Room 207, right through this door, stairs on the left, second room on the right. Wait a couple of minutes then come up. It'll be unlocked." He opened the car door and stepped out into the rain. She watched him hurry to the entrance and disappear inside. With him gone, the temptation gone, her mind cleared for a moment. The over powering lust lessened slightly, the warmth between her thighs became a degree cooler. This was her last chance. She could walk away, walk back to her car--it wasn't far. Go back to the mall, buy a new outfit, maybe surprise her husband with something sexy. Go back to her life; pretend none of this ever happened. She opened the door and stepped out to the wet pavement. She paused for a moment, briefly weighing her choices one final time, and then hurried into the hotel. By the time she reached number 207 the anticipation was almost unbearable. Her heart was pounding, her panties wet with need, her nipples hard with desire. The door was ajar, held open by a protruding dead bolt. She opened it slowly and stepped into the dimly lit entry. He was sitting across the room in an overstuffed chair, bathed in the warm light from a nearby table lamp. He sat dressed, his slacks undone slowly stroking his hard, naked cock. She undid the latch letting the door pull close and lock behind her. They were alone now with the room and privacy she'd been longing for. She moved across the space between them stopping in front of him, any sense of doubt or hesitation gone. "Let me see your tits." She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled her breasts out of the demi cups of her bra. Her nipples were hard and swollen. "Mmm mmm, liken' those baby. Show me how ya play with them titties when you thinkin' about getting some black cock." She ran her hands over them, squeezing and fondling then moved to her nipples pinching them between her fingers, tugging and twisting them. She raised one to her mouth, her tongue just long enough to flick the tender red bud. "Like that baby, very nice! Now get down on your knees and put that mouth to work on my dick!" She lowered herself to the floor and reached out, taking his magnificent chocolate member into her hands. Bringing it to her mouth she knew what to do, knew what he wanted, knew what she wanted. "Look at me", he commanded She looked up meeting his intent gaze. Her eyes locked on his as her tongue played across his cock, licking the fat, black pole she held in her hands. Her massacred lashes fluttered in a moment of pleasure; a coy woman enjoying a licorice treat, a wanton slut eagerly consuming an enormous dick. This wasn't the short, safe prelude to intercourse she teased her husband with, this was animal sex, primitive desire, savage passion. This was a man that knew what he wanted and expected...no demanded...she meet those needs. She was there to please her man and during the course of submitting to his will, his desires, he would bring pleasure to her she'd never experienced. She devoured his cock for the second time that day, still savoring every moment, every delicious inch. She moved her lips lower, down to his huge ebony balls, turning her head so she could still hold his stare. She sucked one into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue, stroking him with her hand. She used her mouth to play with his balls, taking turns with each. After a few teasing moments she released him, "You like to watch me suck your cock," she breathed, "like to watch my lips wrap around your fat, black dick?" She became increasingly aroused as she spoke the words. She felt so dirty, so nasty, so slutty. Lust, passion, and desire were overwhelming her. She felt sexually free, free to live out her fantasy, free to experience absolute pleasure on her own terms. To release years of pent up sexual frustration, need and desire she hadn't realized had been building inside her. She slid her hand under her skirt and started to finger her soaking pussy. She worked four fingers inside stretching herself wide in preparation of his massive shaft. "Yeah baby I like it and you do too. You one littl' white slut ain't ya honey!" "I'm your slut baby. Gonna fuck your slut baby? Stick that big cock in my tight, married pussy. Show me what's like to get fucked by a real man?" With those words she took his shaft back into her mouth, gagging as she took it deep. Working up and down at a furious rate. Stroking it, sucking it, tonguing it. She was his slut, his whore, his bitch and she was going to prove how good she could be. She could feel an orgasm building inside. It had been there from the beginning, from the first touch, simmering just below the surface waiting to explode out of her like the juice from the first bite of a ripe peach. She'd hope to save the first for him. Save it until he was inside her but she couldn't hold it any longer. The words they'd spoken, her fingers fucking her pussy, her kneeling submission to his beautiful tool, it was all too much. She started to moan, his cock still in her mouth. She worked her fingers faster, the moans turned into choking gasps as she took him as far into mouth as she could wanting to cum with her lips enveloping his massive, black shaft. Her eyes closed as her pussy contracted around her fingers, hot wetness flooding her hand. She pushed her fingers deep inside for one final thrust, her pussy almost enveloping her fist. She pulled her head away from his cock freeing herself to let out a deep sigh of pleasure as a final shudder of delight coursed through her body. She sat for a moment on her knees, legs spread apart, fingers still inside, eyes closed basking in the warm glow, giving her head time to clear then she returned to him bringing her soaked hand to his cock. She stroked his hard member mixing her juices with the saliva still coating him. She brought her mouth back to his shaft and staring back into his dark eyes licked it clean of her own sweet cum. The Housewife Ch. 01 "Get up on the bed baby, time to see if that pussy feels as good as your mouth." She stood up and moved to the bed. "Take your panties off and get on your hands and knees." She did as she was told stepping out of her panties and then posing on the bed on her hands and knees, her ass at the foot of the bed. He stood up and she could hear him shedding his clothes and dropping them to the floor. "Hike your skirt up, I wanna see that ass and the pussy I'm gonna be dickin'." She pulled her skirt up exposing herself to him. He came up behind her. She felt his hand slide across her bare butt and then ease down her crack and slip between her engorged lips. She spread her legs further apart to ease his exploration. "Nice smooth pussy, get it done just for my black cock?" She didn't respond and received a swift slap to her bare ass. "Hey baby I asked you a question. Did you get that pussy waxed just for my black dick?" "Ummm...no...I'm sorry, no. I got it done for my husband and kept it because I liked it. Do you like it that way?" "Love it that way baby, makes it easier to watch my cock slide in and out of your slut pussy." He teased her hard clit with his fingers, she responded by pushing back against them. He slipped them into her opening, briefly finger fucking her before lowering his face between her legs and replacing his fingers with a hot tongue. He probed and tasted her then pulled it out and moved his mouth to her clit pulling it between his thick lips. He held it, lashing it with his tongue bringing her close to another orgasm but just as she could feel it starting to build inside her he pulled away. "No baby no, don't stop," she pleaded "I'm not stopping baby I'm just gettin' started," he laughed as he got back on his feet. She felt his huge cock slap down on her ass. He slid it down between her checks, rubbing it across her asshole. She tightened, afraid he was going to take her there. She'd never had anal sex and feared she wouldn't be able to take him. He felt her flinch. "Don't worry baby, I'm not gonna fuck your ass...yet. We'll save that for anotha day." He kept it pressed there just long enough to make his point before sliding it down against her pussy. He used it to toy with her, sliding back and forth, rubbing the head against her opening. She laid her head on the bed, looking between her hanging breasts, watching his dick, hoping it would be inside her soon. "I think you is ready bitch! What do you think baby, think you ready? Think you ready for some black dick?" "Yes baby, I'm ready. Fuck me baby, fuck me please...PLEASE!" He grabbed her hips and entered her with one strong thrust. She gasped at the sudden violation, the sudden feeling of total fullness, the sudden rush of pleasure. She felt his flat stomach slap against her ass and she knew his black monster was deep inside. She pushed back against him wanting to make sure every dark inch of his tool was buried in her. He started out slowly; sliding it out until just the tip of the head was inside and then forcing it back in. It felt better then it had in her dreams, better then in her fantasies. "Mmm mmm, this sure is a sight, my big black dick slidin' in and out of your white pussy. All wet and shiny." She reached back beneath her, reaching back to feel his cock spreading her pussy. It was slick and covered with her juices. She moved her hand forward to her clit, rubbing it in rhythm to his fucking. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head off the bed, using it for leverage as he started to increase his speed. His hard body slammed against her over and over, the cheeks of her ass absorbing each thrust. "Like gettin' fucked hard don't ya slut?" he asked, slapping her ass when she responded with an urgent moan. "Betcha hubby don't work ya like this. Damn you feel good baby!" He continued fucking her, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. The moment she'd felt his thick head slide inside her she knew she was close to cumming. She gripped the bedspread, her teeth clenched, eyes closed tight, letting the orgasm build. Every touch, every thrust, every word seemed intensified. She could feel his heat inside, feel his hot breath on her back, the tight grip of his hands on her hips. She worked her ass back and forth in sync with his thrusts fucking him as much as he was fucking her. God she needed this. Needed to experience a real cock inside her, a real man fucking her, making her his. Unable to hold it back any longer the orgasm exploded inside her. She let out a sudden gasp. Her body shuddered, awash in waves of pleasure. Her eyes jerked opened, her checks bulged, lips curling into "O" with a sudden release of air from her lungs. . She pushed her ass back hard wanting all of him, needing all of him inside her. The room spun around, a flash of light exploded in her head, her muscles tensed constricting her pussy around his thick black snake. As the intensity ebbed she continued to rock on her hands and knees, sliding back and forth on the massive pole, milking every inch of pleasure before collapsing forward on the bed. She lay there for a moment before hearing his next demand, "Get the skirt off and climb back on." She stood on shaking thighs, unzipped the tennis skirt, and let it drop to a pile on the floor. She climbed back on the bed and started to straddle him. "Not so fast bitch. Face the mirror. You wanna see the action too don't ya?" She turned, lowering herself down, sliding back on to the huge rod. She rode him facing the over sized mirror on the wall opposite the bed. He held her hips helping her work his shaft. His large, dark hands stood out in stark contrasted against her ivory skin. In an erotic daze she watched the woman in the mirror glide up and down, her breasts bouncing in rhythm with her thrusts. She watched the smooth, pink lips of her pussy enveloping the massive black dick that impaled her. She watched as she reached forward to massage her hard, swollen clit. It was like watching her video at home but this time the sensations were real. She was a starlet in her own movie. A MILF getting fucked by a black man, getting fucked by a huge chocolate cock. A woman experiencing the pleasures of a black man, the pleasures of a real man. "Oh God...oh my God." The words fell from her mouth. They weren't the impulsive cries of release but rather the soft spoken words of acceptance and realization. Acceptance of this man into her life, realization that her life had irreversibly changed. She knew the term from the sites she'd visited, "black owned". She'd turned the title for her body over to new owner. She'd sold herself and he'd paid by taking her to places she only imagined existed. The now familiar sensation of a building orgasm started to flood her body again. This time the "Oh god," that left her lips was more frantic, more intense. "I'm yours baby," she moaned, the orgasm racking her body, tensing her muscles, taking her breath away. "All yours..." she whispered as the waves of pleasure diminished to gentle swells. The words were barely audible but full of meaning. "That's right bitch you all mine. Now on your back," he commanded arousing her from her daze. She did as she was told. Lying back on the bed, her legs apart, her well used pussy spread wide and aching for more attention. He stood at the foot of the bed his thick, black shaft still wet from her last orgasm, rigid before him. His body glistened with sweat providing even more definition to his sculpted form--like the oiled skin a body builder. She reached down instinctively and began to finger herself under his intense gaze. Her pussy was hot and wet, the lips swollen and sensitive. He leaned over her, slapping his cock on her pussy and then sliding the head and shaft between her engorged lips. She released a deep moan as the head rubbed against her clit, raising her hips to push her cunt firmly against the ebony pole. He continued to tease her for a few moments before spreading her lips with his fingers and pushed his thick head back inside her. Finally. She let out a gentle moan and reached for his cock, helping to guide it deeper inside. He moved close to her, forcing her thighs apart with his arms. She clutched his firm ass with her hands, feeling it raise and lower with each thrust. Her legs were forced back, her knees bent over his broad shoulders. He pushed his cock deep into her and then pulled out, leaving her gaping and momentarily empty before sliding it back in. His face hovered over her, sweat dripping from his chin, his thick shaft slowly working in and out of her. She'd never had a man take her like this, use her like this, please her like this. He lowered his face to hers, his thick lips pressed against hers, his tongue darting into her mouth. She kissed him back eagerly, greedily accepting his new show of passion. The tempo of his thrusts started to build. His balls slapped against her, his massive cock plunging into her fast and deep. She felt another orgasm building inside. "Fuck me hard baby...fuck me hard. God I love your big black dick. Fuck my pussy baby...make me cum...oh fuck, OH FUCK!" Her body convulsed as another orgasm quaked through her body. He pulled out and moved himself forward, straddling her face. Disappointed at his sudden withdraw she reached around him, straining to reach her hard, sensitive clit, hoping to prolong the explosion still coursing through her. He lowered his cock to her mouth and she eagerly pulled it between her lips. She tasted his pre-cum on her tongue, savoring the salty flavor. After a moment he pulled away. Her eyes focused on his thick ebony rod, watching him stroke it just inches away from her pouting lips. "Ready baby? It's my turn! Time I christen my slut." Knowing what was coming she open her mouth and tried to raise her head from the bed. Tried to reach the engorged head of his cock with her lips. His thighs tensed around her as he grunted a deep, throaty "Fuck bitch," and a hot stream of cum sprayed across her face and into her gaping mouth. The first splash was quickly followed by another and then another. Instinctively her tongue circled around her lips tasting the hot, sticky treat now covering her face. It was in her eyes, her hair, dripping from her chin, running down her checks. He pushed his head back between her lips, milking the last few drops of pleasure onto her greedy tongue. After a moment he pulled his cock away and he stood on the bed looking down on her. "Now come on baby, clean me up. Get that mouth back to work." She got on her knees, her mouth level with his cock and eagerly did as she was told. She licked up and down the shaft tasting herself mixed with cum and passion and sweat. She ran her hands over it, stroking it, feeling the heat in her palm. She wanted to have him again, her hand reached back down between her legs. He watched amused as she started to finger herself, "Shit bitch, you' fuckin' insatiable! You go after all cock like that or only black cock?" "Only your black cock," she cooed in response. "We gonna see about that," he laughed, "Now, go clean up and get some clothes on that fine, white ass. Time to get outa here." Disappointed she got off the bed and went into the bathroom to clean up. She stared at her self in the mirror. His cum was still splattered across her face, white globs still clinging to her hair. Alone again the aching desire she felt just moments ago started to ebb, replaced by new feelings. Feelings of remorse, feelings of guilt, feelings of shame. It was like she suddenly woke from a dream. Why was she here? How did this happen? Who was this in the mirror? How had she gone from a seemingly content housewife and mother to this...this...whore standing naked in a motel bathroom wiping away the evidence of her "indiscretion"? The man she'd allow to use her, take her, now casually getting dressed outside the bathroom door. She splashed her face with cold water, clearing her mind and washing away the last traces of what had happened. She patted herself dry and wrapped herself in a bath towel hoping to cover her nakedness and sudden feeling of vulnerability. She left the bathroom and moved around the room, finding the clothing she'd shed, picking up the rumpled pieces and smoothing them out the best she could. She pulled her panties back on, still damp from her earlier desire. Facing away from him she let the towel drop to the floor and finished dressing. Clothed, she turned back feeling less vulnerable but still evading his stare. She watched his dark hands open his wallet and withdrew a small wad of bills. Leafing through the stack he pulled out a few green notes and held them out to her. "Here's a couple of hundred bucks baby, I wanna see ya in something sexy next time." "I'm not sure there'll be a next time, I'm not sure about any of this," she said, staring at the bills in his hand, avoiding his eyes. "Baby, I can guarantee they'll be a next time," he laughed. "Bet you're just feeling a little guilty. You'll get over it. You heard the saying 'Once black you never go back'? You're it baby. There ain't no way you not gonna be crawling back beggin' for some more black dick. You'll be back and I want ya in something nice." "I can't take your money. I don't know what I'll do. I won't take it." Deep down she knew he was right. Back in his presence she knew she'd be back for more, much more. Was this what it felt like to be an addict? Once the high was gone, once you came down, you stared at yourself in the mirror ashamed of what you'd done and promised it wouldn't happen again only go right back to it? Her transformation was complete no one could ever satisfy her like this man. "Keep it then baby. If I never getta fuck ya again consider it payment for a job well done. You is one good fuck!" "I'm not going to take your money for sex! I'm not a whore!" "Oh, you a 'ho alright, you my 'ho baby. Now take the cash." She reached out and took the money from his hand, accepting it and accepting her role. Epilogue The days passed without incident, her husband apparently oblivious to what she'd done and what she'd become, showed no signs of suspicion. Her trips to the gym continued as usual and her black fantasy man returned to his usual congenial, educated self. Always ready with a smile, always ready for a short chat but never openly acknowledging anything had happened between them. The guilt ebbed away as he promised it would and she found herself wondering why he'd hadn't suggested another meeting. Frustrated with his apparent indifference she returned to her black toy but now the DVD wasn't required, she had her own images to power her fantasies. Leaving the gym a few weeks later she noticed a small envelop tucked under the windshield wiper of her car. Inside was a short note, "Be wearing this next time we meet. Welcome to the club." She turned the envelope over and a small charm fell into her hand; a black, enameled spade engraved with a golden "Q". The Housewife Ch. 02 Her toy had served her well and the video had gone back into rotation as the images started to fade with time. But it wasn't him and did little to soothe her increasingly insatiable desire. She'd played their last encounter so many times in her mind, her thick, black toy plunging in and out of her just as he had done but black rubber wasn't the same as black flesh and although her frequent sessions dulled the edge the knife was still there. She'd even toyed with the idea of talking to her husband about some of her "fantasies", convincing him to let her introduce the toy in their sex play but quickly dismissed it. Seeing your wife happily impale herself with a 10" black dildo might raise some red flags or at the very least contribute to feelings of inadequacy. So she waited hoping against hope that next time she saw him at the gym or the next time she opened her email she'd get the request to meet him, to service him, to submit to him. The message arrived exactly one month after their first encounter. A folded scrap of paper slipped under her windshield wiper at the gym. "Love to see you again soon. Give me a call." The note was written in precise cursive script. The type of handwriting one would expect from a successful lawyer. She climbed into the car and dialed her phone with trembling hands. The second ring was followed by his deep, resonant voice, "Hello?". She was silent for a moment. Alone in her car, out of the noise and bustle of the gym his voice triggered a sudden flood of memories. It was the voice that had offered gentle encouragement and confident demands. The assertive voice of the man that had taken her as his own "Hello?" he asked a second time. "Hi...ummm...it's me. I got your message." "Oh hi baby, I was hopin' I'd hear from you soon. Don't have much time though so I'll keep this short. Have a free evening sometime soon? Love to see ya again." Tom, her husband, was gone most of next week on business, an increasingly frequent occurrence. "Ah...sure. Yeah, how about next week? Does Thursday work?" "I think that'll work fine. Get somethin' special to wear for me baby?" "I already have, I hope you love it" "I'm sure I will baby, I'm sure I will. 7:00 Thursday then. Pick you up at the mall. Park where you were last time and I'll find ya. Gotta go," with that he hung up. She slide the phone back into her purse and started the car. After a few deep, calming breathes she backed out of the parking spot and headed home. ------------ She got to the parking lot early and found a deserted area away from the stores, near where she parked the first time they'd met. The winter nights were short and it was already dark. She'd left the house for a "drink with work friends" dressed in slacks, a sweater, and practical shoes. Her neighbor Lindsey had agreed to watch the kids and although they were best friends she certainly couldn't leave the house dressed in the outfit she bought for him and God knew there was no way she could drive in the shoes she'd purchased to compliment the ensemble. So she'd hidden the blouse, stockings, and lingerie under sensible wool slacks and a cotton sweater and replaced the heels with practical flats. The outfit she'd actually wear had been laid out in the car ahead of time. The short, black skirt lying flat on the passenger seat, the impractical shoes resting on the floor below. After checking that no one was near she struggled out of her slacks and carefully checked that her stockings hadn't twisted and the seams still ran straight from heel to top of thigh before shimming into the skirt. Next she carefully pulled the sweater over her head revealing a fitted, white top translucent enough to make out a lacy, white bra and the dark tint of her nipples. She removed a small make-up bag from the glove box and using the tiny visor mirror to guide her, meticulously applied a fresh coat of glossy lipstick, another stroke of mascara, and a touch more eye shadow. Sitting alone in the dark she pictured herself as she looked in the mirror at home. She'd tried the outfit and make up many times before, fine tuning the look, striving to look her best for him--she'd even practiced walking in the shoes. The first three buttons of her blouse were undone exposing cleavage made full and high by the underwire bra. The skirt was black and pleated. To short to cover the top of her nylons, it barely concealed the delicate white panties that matched the bra. The stockings were white and thigh high. In her mind the contrast of his dark body spreading her white clad legs only added to the excitement. She stood atop a pair of black patent leather pumps, the heels spiked and tall. She hadn't completely mastered walking in them but she doubted walking would play much of a part in tonight's activities. The small enameled charm he insisted she wear dangled from a delicate, gold chain adorning her right ankle. Her polished toe nails, painted the same deep, sinful red of her fingernails, glimmered under the sheer nylon of her hose. The manicure had been followed by bikini wax leaving her smooth and sensitive, a small triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair centered above. A delicate, velvety arrow leading him to pleasure, pointing the way to mutual satisfaction. She knew she looked like a hooker but she suspected that was exactly what he wanted her to look like and to be honest she enjoyed it. The thought of being out in public dressed like this gave her a thrill. Stopping for gas or stepping into a convenience store knowing men were watching her, knowing she was turning them on would be a rush. Maybe bend over and flash a little panty or lean on the counter giving the clerk a nice view of her breasts. She realized that the woman sitting in the car dressed like a slut fantasying about arousing strangers was her anti-self, her doppelgänger but then the man she was waiting for, well, he was her anti-husband: black, sexually demanding, and powerful. Her thoughts were interrupted by the bright lights of an approaching car. She watched it approach in the rear view mirror, trying to make out his SUV. Her heart race as she recognized his Escalade and briefly relived the last time she'd accepted his offer of a ride. It pulled next to her, shielding the car from the bright mall lights that now silhouetted it's dark form. She took a deep breath trying to calm herself before opening the door and stepping out into the space between her warm car and the polished, black mass parked a few yards away. She stood slightly unsteady on spindly heels, her nipples hard in the cool night air, and took a step forward. The passenger window of the SUV was rolled down and she could see him leaning across the console, dimly lit by the dash lights . "Mmmm mmmm, you looking fine baby! See you did like I asked. Gonna have a fun time tonight!" She continued forward and started to reach for the front door handle. "Hop in back baby," he said nodding towards the rear door, "I got a little surprise for ya. Think you'll like it." Doing as she was told she stepped to the rear door and gave the handle a tug. The dome light blazed on as door pulled open revealing her surprise; two young black men smiling down at her. She stumbled back a step almost falling in her haste. "Ummm...what's this? I wasn't expecting company!" she stammered. She stood there a little self conscious, wishing the skirt was a bit longer, the blouse wasn't quiet so sheer, her nipples weren't quiet so hard. "It's your surprise baby. Now hop in and I'll explain. Jamal give the lady a hand." A large black hand reached out to her. She was having second thoughts. This wasn't what she'd expected. Reading her hesitation he smiled, "Trust me baby. Consider it a little experiment. If things don't work out I'll drop the boys off and I'll make it up to ya in a big way. Promise. No expectations." She reluctantly stepped forward and accepted the extended hand. It was large and powerful but surprising gentle. The attached arm was bare and well defined, the bulging bicep and shoulder adorned with tattoos. A plain white tank top, stretched tight, covered a sculpted chest and taut stomach. A broad, handsome face graced with a friendly smile looked down at her. She let him pull her upward, helping her on to the running board. Her skirt rode high as she took the final step into the truck momentarily flashing the stark white panties and creamy flesh of her thigh. The only open seat was between the two men and the one he called Jamal wasn't moving over to take it. Although spacious by the standards of a car getting to the middle of the bench seat still required she slide over the seated Jamal. His hands held her waist, momentarily settling her into his lap before helping her across. In that instant she felt a very well defined bulge and a familiar tingle between her thighs. Jamal pulled the door closed extinguishing the dome light. The evening had begun. "Hey baby. How you doin' tonight?" he asked as he turned to face her from the front seat. "Fine...I guess," she briefly glanced at the two young men framing her, "So what's going on here? I thought this was between us?" "Don't worry baby, like I said this is up to you. No expectations but I'm thinkin' I won't hear many complaints. What'd you think baby, gonna say no to these two fine young men?" She stared at him without responding, her hands flat on her thighs, elbows pulled tight against her body, her back straight and pulled away from the seat. She appeared tense but her body language belied her true feelings. She knew she should stop it at this point. Tell him she wasn't ready for this, to send the boys away, let it be just the two of them. But he was right, she didn't want to. Her initial hesitation had dissolved the moment she sat on Jamal's lap. She was curious, excited, fascinated. This was her video. These were her gardeners. If he wanted this to happen she'd let it and enjoy every lustful minute, every hard black inch of it. No second thoughts, no doubts this time. She'd passed through that door and fully embraced her role. The first time she didn't want him to stop. He called her insatiable. Tonight she'd find out if that was true. Would two black cocks totally satisfy her. Was two twice as good as one? 100% better? She'd be the center of attention, the object of their youthful lust. She craved it, needed it. The woman sitting here between these two men waiting to pleasure and be pleasured was what she'd become (or maybe always had been). In the time since their initial encounter she'd had plenty of time to contemplate what she'd done. Plenty of time to reconsider her actions. Plenty of time to back away from the edge of this dark abyss. But she'd discovered she liked being on the edge. Standing on the brink, pushing her limits. She'd never done drugs, never smoked, drank less then most of her friends. This was her vice. This was her addiction. Everyone seemed to have one these days. Sure there were the junkies and drunks but what about the others that let hobbies and passions run their lives? The marathon runner, the weight lifter, the perpetual mother, the clothes horse, the workaholic, the rabid sports fan? These people did what they did because it fulfilled them, gave them purpose, made them happy. Well this was her hobby, her passion. This fulfilled her and gave her pleasure. She'd become a black cock devotee and he her supplier. She wasn't anymore likely to pass up this opportunity then a heroin addict would pass up the promise of a better high or her friend Lindsey was to pass up a one-day sale at the local department store. Her lack of response only served to confirmed his assumption. "Didn't think so baby," he gave her a knowing smile before continuing, "So let me explain. I volunteer at a local agency that offers legal help and peer counseling to at risk youth. Help 'em back on their feet, back into the main stream, get 'em off the streets. See, I tend to reward good behavior rather then punish bad. And when the kids follow the rules, stay in school, stay out of trouble I like to show 'em my appreciation for a job well done. She knew where this was going. Actually had since she accepted the hand of the corn-rowed young man sitting next to her. "Might take 'em to a concert, a game, maybe a nice meal out," he continued No concert or game tonight she thought. Tonight they'd be eating out and she was the main course. Our special this evening Stuffed White MILF marinated in a savory white sauce. "This time I thought I'd reward 'em with something extra special. Feeling extra special tonight baby?" he asked, his dark face silhouetted by the glow of the dash. "What'd think fellas is she a worthy reward for all your hard work and dedication?" "Works for me. She's one fine lady." the one on her right answered as he looked her up and down. "Hell ya, she is damn fine!" echoed the one to her left. "Sounds like you're a hit baby! A worthy prize. How 'bout I make a few introductions before things get started. Jamal here on your right went from almost dropping out of high school to graduating and being accepted to college. Isn't that right Jamal?" "Yes, sir." "He's a good kid. Bright, very motivated. Now Abby here," he gestured to the dark hulk sitting on her left, "well he's a bit more of a work in progress but he has some fine qualities too. Ain't that right son?" "Yes, sir" "Tell you what Abby, why don't you show the lady here one of your finer qualities." "Happy to man." He turned to her, thick lips pulled back into broad smile. Abby's pants were already low, red patterned boxers showing above the waist line. She watched somewhat in disbelief as he loosened his trousers and pulled his cock from the loose shorts. It slapped against his stomach, fully erect. "Oh God," was all she said. They all laughed at her reaction. A reaction he'd probably experienced a thousand times before from a thousand different women. It was as long but thicker then what she'd had before. Deep, rich black, and rock hard. "I think she likes it Abby. See what fine qualities this young man has? Now how 'bout we go for a little drive while you get to know the boys better?" She felt the massive, black Escalade ease forward as he shifted into drive and pulled away from the parking place. Abby looked at her grinning and sliding his hand up and down the fat dark pole. She eased her legs apart to accommodate Jamal's hand as it slid under her skirt and across her thigh but her focus remained on Abby's magnificent cock. He took her hand and pulled it to him, taking each of her fingers between his lips, wetting them with his hot tongue before lowering it to his lap and placing it on the thick, ebony shaft. Instinctively she wrapped her damp fingers around it. The heat penetrated her palm, her fingers dwarfed by the fat, black monster. Her hand slid over it, pulling up to the helmet's fleshy ridge and then gliding back down to the hefty base. She continued the smooth, slow rhythmic stroke as she leaned forward bringing her lips to his, the meaty head now pressing against her stomach. His tongue darted out and pushed into her mouth. She eagerly accepted it, relishing this new taste, this new man. She imagined how it was going to feel inside her, how it would fill her, fulfill her. Jamal continued his exploration. His hand delving beneath her panties, his fingers sliding between swollen lips, massaging her hard sensitive clit, fingering her hot, slick hole. She spread her legs wider as a large finger entered her and let out a whispered gasp as it was followed by another. She reached down between her legs grasping his hand, matching his rhythm as she helped push his fingers deeper inside. A shiver shot down her spine as she felt hot breath and then the soft touch of Jamal's lips on the back of her neck. A heavy hand grabbed her breasts massaging then through the thin cotton, fabric. She let go of Abby's cock long enough to undo the buttons of her blouse and then took him back into her hand as Jamal parted the open top and pulled her breasts free of the lacy cups. As one hand fingered her, preparing her for him, the other played with her breasts gently squeezing and tugging at the hard nipples, rolling them between sturdy fingers, teasing them with a light pinch. The orgasm had been building since the first touch. It came in a sudden wave, a sudden spasm of pleasure. She pulled away from Abby's lips allowing the release of a urgent moan as her body tensed. She clinched tight around Jamal's fingers even as he forced another thick digit inside her. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." she breathed, her eyes closed as the pleasure continued to play across her. She shuddered as Jamal's thick thumb brushed her sensitive clit and another wave of satisfaction coursed though her. The orgasmic spell was broken by Jamal's husky voice, "Shit you wet honey. Man where'd you find this bitch? She be lovin' this! I'm tappin' this bitch first Ab'. You get that big dick in there you gonna be strechin' her all out and shit. I want some of this pussy while it's still tight!" He laughed as he undid his pants releasing his own impressive tool. It wasn't as imposing as Abby's but more then measured up. My God could she really satisfy both of these monsters. Take them both, pleasure them both? Of course she could. That was what she was there for, that was what he wanted her to do, what she needed to do. Jamal pulled her to him, turning her away from Abby's lips, away from his throbbing cock. Facing him, she raised herself and wrapped her arms around his neck before settling onto his lap. She pulled her panties aside as she lowered herself . Her thighs straddled his, feet dangling off the seat, shins pressed against the black leather. She moved back and forth, sliding his naked cock between her smooth, swollen lips. It was hot and very hard against her. She let out a quiet gasp as it slid across her clit sending a shock of pleasure through her. He grabbed her by the back of the head and forced his lips against hers. His hot tongue pushed into her mouth. She reciprocated passionately opening herself to his desire, giving herself over to him. He pulled his mouth away moving his face to the side and his cheek next to hers, "You beautiful baby," he whispered. She could feel his hot breath on her ear. "Jamal' treat you right. Take care of you baby, give ya what you be needin' what you missin'." Surprised by his unexpected attempt at sincerity she moved her lips back to his and then pulling away whispered, "How about you let mamma take care of you baby?" With that she raised herself and reached between her legs grasping his cock. She teased herself with the head for a short moment and then settled herself onto him taking every inch of her new lover inside. She looked into his dark eyes as she started to raise and lower herself on the ebony shaft now filling her. His hands clutched her ass lifting her up and down, pushing her to ride him faster and harder. She turned to her left and caught sight of Abby slumped against the seat stroking his cock, impatiently waiting his turn. Jamal was filling her rather nicely she couldn't imagine what it would feel like when Abby finally had his turn. Abby met her gaze and a smile broke across his thick lips. He raised himself up next to her, resting on the back of the seat his head brushing the ceiling, his cock inches from her face. "Likin' what ya see baby? How 'bout you give Abby a little lovin' too. Com'on baby have a taste." He reached out, cupping the back of her head in his hand and pushed it forward until her lips were pressed against the fat, black head. Grasping the shaft in her hand she worked to stretch her lips around the thick rod. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her face forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. She responded eagerly taking as much as she could before gagging. Silva coated him as she worked her tongue over his shaft. He started to move his hips in rhythm to the bobbing of her head forcing his dick still further into her strained mouth. Jamal's hand slid across her ass, a finger coming to rest on her puckered hole. He massaged it for a moment, lubricating it with her juices, before slipping a thick finger inside and then slowly began to work it in and out. After a few moments she felt pressure as another pushed inside her. She pulled her mouth from Abby's cock long enough to catch her breath surprised by the unexpected intrusion, the unexpected pleasure. Her ass stretched around the digits gripping tight as he pushed them deep inside and then pulled them out in rhythm to their motion.