First blacked experience Yami Gautam
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Oh my God! Give it to me, hard!" Yami gautam pushed her buttocks back into my thrusting penis. She loved it doggy style. I pumped into her as hard as I could. I felt her shaking as she climaxed.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, Mark, I loooove it just like that!" It had been a big orgasm. Something must have really set her off. My wife cums easily, but this had been a whopper.
I withdrew and turned Yami gautam on her side. She was still breathing hard. I got between her legs and slid my penis back into her juicy cunt.
"Honey, that was lovely! How do you want to cum?" she asked.
"Just like this, I think. Sweetie, what turned you on so much? One of your fantasies?"
"Yes." She blushed.
"Which one?"
"It was the one about you watching me with a big black man. I told you about it once."
"I remember. I liked it a lot. Tell me again all about it." I slowly pushed my cock in and out.
"You know. A black man with a big cock takes me from behind with you watching him do it."
"Tell me more, honey, and make me cum."
"Well, he's very tall and has a huge cock, all thick and long and he makes me kneel in front of him and pushes my legs apart. Then he slides his cock into me and fucks me hard."
"Is that all?" I felt myself about to lose control.
"He fucks me until I cum and cum and calls me his little white slut." She giggled.
"Oh baby, I'd love to watch that!" I grunted as I spurted into her love nest. She smiled as she felt the warm semen flood inside her. We kissed.
"It's only a fantasy, Mark. You know that."
Indeed, I did. I'd never really thought she would do anything like that. Nor did I think I'd have the gumption to go through with it if she did.
Over the next few days I couldn't get Yami fantasy out of my mind. Somehow it seemed to fit her. She'd always been a bit submissive during sex. She loved to have me take control and do her hard, sometimes with a little light spanking to spice it up. She liked to get on her knees and take it from behind. The main thing that got me thinking, though, was that it was her fantasy in the first place. Something about it really turned her on.
"Ohhhhhh! Oh, Mark, I loooove it just like that!" It had been a big orgasm. Something must have really set her off. My wife cums easily, but this had been a whopper.
I withdrew and turned Yami gautam on her side. She was still breathing hard. I got between her legs and slid my penis back into her juicy cunt.
"Honey, that was lovely! How do you want to cum?" she asked.
"Just like this, I think. Sweetie, what turned you on so much? One of your fantasies?"
"Yes." She blushed.
"Which one?"
"It was the one about you watching me with a big black man. I told you about it once."
"I remember. I liked it a lot. Tell me again all about it." I slowly pushed my cock in and out.
"You know. A black man with a big cock takes me from behind with you watching him do it."
"Tell me more, honey, and make me cum."
"Well, he's very tall and has a huge cock, all thick and long and he makes me kneel in front of him and pushes my legs apart. Then he slides his cock into me and fucks me hard."
"Is that all?" I felt myself about to lose control.
"He fucks me until I cum and cum and calls me his little white slut." She giggled.
"Oh baby, I'd love to watch that!" I grunted as I spurted into her love nest. She smiled as she felt the warm semen flood inside her. We kissed.
"It's only a fantasy, Mark. You know that."
Indeed, I did. I'd never really thought she would do anything like that. Nor did I think I'd have the gumption to go through with it if she did.
Over the next few days I couldn't get Yami fantasy out of my mind. Somehow it seemed to fit her. She'd always been a bit submissive during sex. She loved to have me take control and do her hard, sometimes with a little light spanking to spice it up. She liked to get on her knees and take it from behind. The main thing that got me thinking, though, was that it was her fantasy in the first place. Something about it really turned her on.
I also knew that Yami was very conservative in other respects. She dressed like a Talbot's catalogue—very properly. She had a great figure for her thirty-five years: five feet five, 120 pounds, and beautiful firm B cup tits, sensitive to the touch. While she loved sex, she wouldn't do anything really nasty or daring. Only in her fantasies did she let go of her inhibitions.
Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing missing was the racing heartbeatand sizzle we'd had our first years together. So it wasn't strange now that her fantasy about a black man quickened my pulse.
In the following days I thought a lot about trying to find a black lover for her. I looked on the internet and was turned off by what I found. The men advertising sounded fake, or rude, or unsuitable for one reason or other, not to mention the health risks. I decided to forget about that avenue.
A couple of weeks later I was working out in our local health club when I noticed a tall black man shooting baskets on the court inside the running track. I'd not seen him before; he caught my attention by the graceful skill with which he made his shots, nearly all of which swished the basket. I wondered if he'd ever played pro.
I found out soon enough when he walked over to the machines I was working on.
"Hi, I'm Kush and new here. Are these machines any good?"
"Hi, I'm Mark. Yeah, I think they're OK. At least they have never given me any trouble."
"I'll give them a try. How long have you lived here?"
"Almost ten years. I moved here with my wife after we got married and we both found work in the city."
"I've just moved here from LA. My business has expanded and I decided to relocate. I run a sporting goods business."
"You look like you once played pro basketball."
"Thanks." He smiled. "As a matter of fact I did play for the Lakers a couple of years. Then I quit to go to business school and ended up making more money on my own. Basketball got me though college and for that I'm grateful."
"Are you married?"
"Not at the moment. I like my freedom too much."
We continued to chat about the community. He was very confident, yet friendly and easy to talk to. A few days later I saw him again at the gym and we renewed our acquaintance. After my workout, I encountered him in the locker room exiting the shower.
The first thing I noticed, aside from his well-muscled 6'6'' body, was his cock. It hung down between his legs like a thick hose. Though not erect at all, it wasn't shrunken like most men's tools when they're down. It hung in a gentle curve from his body, seemingly half way to his knees, with a very large pinkish head.
Hi Mark." He smiled nonchalantly. "Did you have a good workout?"
He must have noticed that I had been staring at him. I regained what composure I could and answered as best I could about my workout. When we both had dressed and about to leave he approached me.
"Hey Mark, care for a drink somewhere?"
"Sure. I know a place just around the corner."
We sat at a booth and ordered beers. I wondered what was on his mind. We talked as usual for a half hour and then ordered more beers. As I listened to him I kept seeing his huge penis in my mind. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like watching going into my wife.
"Are you and Yami happy together?" Startled by his question, I recovered from my thoughts. He almost seemed to know what I had been thinking.
"Sure. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, really. I've known quite a few couples, some happy, some less so."
"Couples like us?"
"Yeah. A lot of my friends have been white. I meet them in my business and through my friends.
"Do you like to be with couples?" I found myself asking.
"Very much. You see I find I can bond with married white people and that they appreciate me."
I gulped. "You mean you can, er… bond with their wives, too?"
"Don't be surprised when I tell you that there are an amazing number of white couples who find a black male friend to be a nice addition to their social life. They usually don't advertise their connections with a black man, but you can be sure many of them try it out and a lot of them have a really good time." He grinned at me. "I mean a lot of couples are like that, Mark. Maybe you and Yami gautam, too."
Our ten years of married life had been happy. The only thing missing was the racing heartbeatand sizzle we'd had our first years together. So it wasn't strange now that her fantasy about a black man quickened my pulse.
In the following days I thought a lot about trying to find a black lover for her. I looked on the internet and was turned off by what I found. The men advertising sounded fake, or rude, or unsuitable for one reason or other, not to mention the health risks. I decided to forget about that avenue.
A couple of weeks later I was working out in our local health club when I noticed a tall black man shooting baskets on the court inside the running track. I'd not seen him before; he caught my attention by the graceful skill with which he made his shots, nearly all of which swished the basket. I wondered if he'd ever played pro.
I found out soon enough when he walked over to the machines I was working on.
"Hi, I'm Kush and new here. Are these machines any good?"
"Hi, I'm Mark. Yeah, I think they're OK. At least they have never given me any trouble."
"I'll give them a try. How long have you lived here?"
"Almost ten years. I moved here with my wife after we got married and we both found work in the city."
"I've just moved here from LA. My business has expanded and I decided to relocate. I run a sporting goods business."
"You look like you once played pro basketball."
"Thanks." He smiled. "As a matter of fact I did play for the Lakers a couple of years. Then I quit to go to business school and ended up making more money on my own. Basketball got me though college and for that I'm grateful."
"Are you married?"
"Not at the moment. I like my freedom too much."
We continued to chat about the community. He was very confident, yet friendly and easy to talk to. A few days later I saw him again at the gym and we renewed our acquaintance. After my workout, I encountered him in the locker room exiting the shower.
The first thing I noticed, aside from his well-muscled 6'6'' body, was his cock. It hung down between his legs like a thick hose. Though not erect at all, it wasn't shrunken like most men's tools when they're down. It hung in a gentle curve from his body, seemingly half way to his knees, with a very large pinkish head.
Hi Mark." He smiled nonchalantly. "Did you have a good workout?"
He must have noticed that I had been staring at him. I regained what composure I could and answered as best I could about my workout. When we both had dressed and about to leave he approached me.
"Hey Mark, care for a drink somewhere?"
"Sure. I know a place just around the corner."
We sat at a booth and ordered beers. I wondered what was on his mind. We talked as usual for a half hour and then ordered more beers. As I listened to him I kept seeing his huge penis in my mind. I couldn't help wondering what it would be like watching going into my wife.
"Are you and Yami happy together?" Startled by his question, I recovered from my thoughts. He almost seemed to know what I had been thinking.
"Sure. Why do you ask?"
"No reason, really. I've known quite a few couples, some happy, some less so."
"Couples like us?"
"Yeah. A lot of my friends have been white. I meet them in my business and through my friends.
"Do you like to be with couples?" I found myself asking.
"Very much. You see I find I can bond with married white people and that they appreciate me."
I gulped. "You mean you can, er… bond with their wives, too?"
"Don't be surprised when I tell you that there are an amazing number of white couples who find a black male friend to be a nice addition to their social life. They usually don't advertise their connections with a black man, but you can be sure many of them try it out and a lot of them have a really good time." He grinned at me. "I mean a lot of couples are like that, Mark. Maybe you and Yami gautam, too."
How many have you known like that?"
"In LA I was with nine couples over ten years or so. Some of them for quite some time, others for a few weeks or months."
"Wow. Did you, uh, have sex with them?"
"Of course. I fucked the wives while the husbands watched or joined in."
Now it was out. I felt terrifically excited, and a bit nervous.
"What do you like about being with white couples, the sex?"
"Sure. But not only that. I like taking charge of a woman and watching her enjoy my strong body and confidence. And I particularly like having the husband there to watch how she enjoys it. The wives usually like that, too."
"Geez."
"Have you ever wanted to see a black man fuck your wife, Mark?"
"Well, to tell you theI've fantasized about it, yes. And so has Yami . Actually it's her favorite fantasy. But it's only a fantasy."
"It can become a reality. Very easily."
"I don't think Yami would do it. Not Yami . She's too conservative."
"From what you tell me, she is just the type who would love it. Is she a bit submissive when she enjoys sex?"
"Well, yes. She is. But only when she's having sex."
"That's typical. Tell you what, Mark. Let me meet her with you and see how it goes. I have a sixth sense about what the ladies want. I won't try anything. Just to see what kind of woman she is. How about it?
"I'm not sure. I mean, I guess it would OK if you don't try anything." Wow! I'd said it. I was really interested in pursuing it.
"The best thing is to take it real slow, at first. We can meet anywhere. The gym or some other place you're both comfortable. You need to be there all the time so she feels secure. We'll socialize and be friends for a while. Then we can meet a second time and maybe even a third before you invite me to your place and we see what happens."
"All right. What if it doesn't work?"
"It may not, but it usually does when the husband is willing and the wife is the kind of lady you say Yami is."
"In LA I was with nine couples over ten years or so. Some of them for quite some time, others for a few weeks or months."
"Wow. Did you, uh, have sex with them?"
"Of course. I fucked the wives while the husbands watched or joined in."
Now it was out. I felt terrifically excited, and a bit nervous.
"What do you like about being with white couples, the sex?"
"Sure. But not only that. I like taking charge of a woman and watching her enjoy my strong body and confidence. And I particularly like having the husband there to watch how she enjoys it. The wives usually like that, too."
"Geez."
"Have you ever wanted to see a black man fuck your wife, Mark?"
"Well, to tell you theI've fantasized about it, yes. And so has Yami . Actually it's her favorite fantasy. But it's only a fantasy."
"It can become a reality. Very easily."
"I don't think Yami would do it. Not Yami . She's too conservative."
"From what you tell me, she is just the type who would love it. Is she a bit submissive when she enjoys sex?"
"Well, yes. She is. But only when she's having sex."
"That's typical. Tell you what, Mark. Let me meet her with you and see how it goes. I have a sixth sense about what the ladies want. I won't try anything. Just to see what kind of woman she is. How about it?
"I'm not sure. I mean, I guess it would OK if you don't try anything." Wow! I'd said it. I was really interested in pursuing it.
"The best thing is to take it real slow, at first. We can meet anywhere. The gym or some other place you're both comfortable. You need to be there all the time so she feels secure. We'll socialize and be friends for a while. Then we can meet a second time and maybe even a third before you invite me to your place and we see what happens."
"All right. What if it doesn't work?"
"It may not, but it usually does when the husband is willing and the wife is the kind of lady you say Yami is."
bbcode image linkWe agreed to "run into" each other the next weekend at the gym. Yami would be there and I would introduce her to Kush. It turned out to be easier than I thought. Kush was so outgoing and natural that Yami accepted him as our friend right at the start. I could sense how she felt at ease with him. We had drinks together that afternoon. A week later we met him for dinner. A few days later we met again for lunch. Each time Yami gautam seemed even more relaxed. Of course I knew that she still had no idea what we planned.
You seem to like Kush, honey. Do you think he's nice?"
"Oh yes. He's very attentive and intelligent. And good looking!"
"He certainly works out a lot. He still looks 25 even if he's just our age, I think."
"Yes, he looks younger than he is. But he acts his age. He's quite mature."
"Would you like to ask him over to dinner next weekend? I know he would like that. He told me he enjoyed being friends with couples like us in LA."
She looked at me a moment; there was no trace of suspicion though.
"I'm sure he had many friends. Yes, let's ask him."
I met Kush the next day and we talked it over.
"Relax and leave this to me, Mark. If I sense she's interested, I'll make a move. Believe me, that type of woman likes a take-charge man. If she's attracted, she'll respond."
"OK. Let's see how it goes."
As it happened, the dinner was a big success. Yami dressed in a blue dress with nice heels, typically fashionably conservative. All three of us had a good deal of wine, and the conversation was lively. Kush told basketball stories and even more about LA society, which he evidently knew quite a lot about. It was after eight when we moved to the living room. I could see that Yami was having a good time.
post pictures online freeAs I was telling you, people in LA will try almost anything. A good looking black man can have a lot of fun there between the starlets and the more adventuresome couples."
Couples? Oh, you mean you got intimate with couples there?" Yami asked.
"It's not unusual for LA. Maybe because of the porno industry there. Everyone is curious about black men. You know, whether they're as big as everyone thinks." We all chuckled. The wine was getting to us.
"Are they as big as people think?" I asked. I was following the script Kush had worked out.
"Some are. Some aren't. You never know until you take a look."
Yami giggled. I swallowed and got out my next line.
"Are you?"
Yami giggled again.
"You have to take a look. It's the only way to know for sure."
"You want to find out, honey?" I asked Yami . "It's not every day we get a chance to personally research this interesting question."
She looked at us inquiringly with her bright blue eyes, too stunned to say anything.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a look and you be the judge." Kush began unzipping his pants. Not knowing what to say, Yami giggled again. The wine had its effect.
In a moment Kush slipped out of his pants. He stood before us and slowly pulled down his shorts over the bulge in front. When he got them below his knees, his long black hose sprang free and bobbed a couple of feet in front of us. It looked much bigger close up.
"What do you say? Does it meet your expectations?"
"It certainly does!" I exclaimed. "What do you say, honey?"
"Magnificent." She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"If the lady would like to touch it, she's more than welcome." He spoke with a quiet authority which Yami found compelling.
She looked up at Kush's towering figure and lifted her fingers to the giant penis hanging before her. She ran her fingers along the shaft and then grasped it in her hand.
Stroke it for me, honey. That way you can see how big it can get."
She did as he asked. I watched his prick swell in her hand until it was standing straight out from his loins. It looked to be at least nine or ten inches.
"It'll get a lot harder if you lick it, baby."
Yami gautam looked at me for a moment. She must have been satisfied by what she saw in my eyes because she lifted his cock head to her mouth and began to lick it. I'll say this about my wife. She's is one hell of a cocksucker. And she knew just what to do. Rubbing the shaft and sucking the head, she soon had it pointing upwards in a strong erection. Kush looked like a Nubian king as he stood in front of my wife, his prick lodged in her lips.
I just stared at them. The size of his penis was overwhelming in my wife's tender mouth. Talented as she was at cocksucking, Yami could only get the head in. She made up for it by stroking the shaft and tickling his fat, thick balls with her other hand. He was in no hurry. He took her head in his hands and fucked her mouth for what must have been ten minutes. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled it out.
Couples? Oh, you mean you got intimate with couples there?" Yami asked.
"It's not unusual for LA. Maybe because of the porno industry there. Everyone is curious about black men. You know, whether they're as big as everyone thinks." We all chuckled. The wine was getting to us.
"Are they as big as people think?" I asked. I was following the script Kush had worked out.
"Some are. Some aren't. You never know until you take a look."
Yami giggled. I swallowed and got out my next line.
"Are you?"
Yami giggled again.
"You have to take a look. It's the only way to know for sure."
"You want to find out, honey?" I asked Yami . "It's not every day we get a chance to personally research this interesting question."
She looked at us inquiringly with her bright blue eyes, too stunned to say anything.
"I'll tell you what. I'll give you a look and you be the judge." Kush began unzipping his pants. Not knowing what to say, Yami giggled again. The wine had its effect.
In a moment Kush slipped out of his pants. He stood before us and slowly pulled down his shorts over the bulge in front. When he got them below his knees, his long black hose sprang free and bobbed a couple of feet in front of us. It looked much bigger close up.
"What do you say? Does it meet your expectations?"
"It certainly does!" I exclaimed. "What do you say, honey?"
"Magnificent." She couldn't take her eyes off it.
"If the lady would like to touch it, she's more than welcome." He spoke with a quiet authority which Yami found compelling.
She looked up at Kush's towering figure and lifted her fingers to the giant penis hanging before her. She ran her fingers along the shaft and then grasped it in her hand.
Stroke it for me, honey. That way you can see how big it can get."
She did as he asked. I watched his prick swell in her hand until it was standing straight out from his loins. It looked to be at least nine or ten inches.
"It'll get a lot harder if you lick it, baby."
Yami gautam looked at me for a moment. She must have been satisfied by what she saw in my eyes because she lifted his cock head to her mouth and began to lick it. I'll say this about my wife. She's is one hell of a cocksucker. And she knew just what to do. Rubbing the shaft and sucking the head, she soon had it pointing upwards in a strong erection. Kush looked like a Nubian king as he stood in front of my wife, his prick lodged in her lips.
I just stared at them. The size of his penis was overwhelming in my wife's tender mouth. Talented as she was at cocksucking, Yami could only get the head in. She made up for it by stroking the shaft and tickling his fat, thick balls with her other hand. He was in no hurry. He took her head in his hands and fucked her mouth for what must have been ten minutes. With a grunt of satisfaction, he pulled it out.
Fully extended, it was at least ten inches. Even more impressive was the girth, which had swelled up enormously. I could now see why Yami couldn't take much of it in her mouth. With some alarm, I wondered whether she could take it in her cunt.
"Now what do you say? Is this your idea of a black cock?"
"Yes," said my wife.
"You like them big, don't you, Yami gautam?"
"Yes."
"Take off your dress like a good girl and let's' see how much you like this one."
She did as he bid. The dress came off, and then the bra and panties. He picked her up like a doll and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her back on the edge of the bed, he opened her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy.
"Nice and wet, I see. Glad to see you're ready for me, honey."
He looked over at me and smiled. "Mark, why don't you get your prick out so you can enjoy this too."
I did as he suggested. My cock felt rock hard in my hand. I watched Kush position his fat cockhead at the opening of my wife's cunt. He opened the lips a bit with his hand and then pushed into the opening a couple of inches. I felt I was about to ejaculate, but somehow held back. He pulled it out and inserted it a couple of more times before pushing hard until his balls slapped up against Yami asshole. I got on my knees to look closer. It was all the way in.
"Do you like that, sweetie?"
"Oh yes!"
For the next ten minutes I watched Kush fuck my wife with long, fast strokes. She became very excited, breathing fast and uttering little moans of pleasure. His fucking gradually became harder until she clenched him in a spasm of pleasure. I watched her trembling orgasm, my stiff boner in my hand. I knew this wasn't the end.
Kush pulled it out slowly. His black cock glistened with dew from her vagina.
"How do you like it best, honey?"
Yami gautam moved into the middle of the bed and got up on her knees. She bent down and presented her pretty white bottom to him. Kush got up behind her and slid his cock into her pussy doggie style. She moaned as it hit bottom, then wiggled her ass on his tool. She looked around at me and gave me a bawdy look.
This time he fucked her hard. It was uncanny how he seemed to know just what she wanted. He rammed his cock in and out, with full big strokes. She began to cum, yelping with pleasure. He didn't stop. He kept pounding it to her, very hard.
"Is that what you want, baby?"
"Yes. Do it, please! Fuck me hard!"
She hit another climax. The next one had her gasping for breath. His rhythm quickened. They came together in a crescendo of fucking, his balls slapping up against her thighs. I shot a load into my left palm, the semen dripping from my hand as I watched Kush slowly pull it out of her hole. As he did so, a grey-white liquid flooded out of her and ran down her thighs. She didn't seem to mind.
A half hour later we had dressed and Yami prepared coffee. I'd rarely seen her so serene. It was as if she had always wanted it be like this.
She went to the kitchen for a moment. Kush looked at me contentedly.
"Happy, Mark?"
"Yes. I think she loved it."
"Did you?"
"Yes. I did."
Before leaving, Kush took Yami in his arms and gave her a long deep kiss. She kissed him back."
"Are you OK, sweetie?" I asked after he had gone.
"Yes."
"Did you have a good time?"
"I loved it, Mark. He's so...wonderful and overpowering. Did you have a good time too?"
"Yes, honey. It was very exciting. I'm glad we fulfilled your fantasy."
A few days later Yami gautam came home with several shopping bags, not from Talbot's.
"Been shopping, honey?"
"Yes, just a few things I'd like to wear."
The next evening I returned from work to find Kush lounging in the living room, half naked. Before I could say a word, Yami came out of the bedroom and stood in the doorway. I couldn't believe my eyes.
She was wearing a tight shelf black bra, which forced her tits up high and close together. Black satin thong panties caressed her crotch. She was half a foot taller than usual, standing on glass looking platform 7" high heels. Her hair was dolled up like she was going to a fancy party. She wore a lot of rosy makeup and bright red lipstick. I couldn't help thinking that she looked like a whore.
"Hi, honey," she said. "Kush and I are about to have a drink. Would you like one too?"
She strutted over to the bar and poured three glasses of wine. Her butt wiggled as she balanced herself on the high heels. She handed me my glass, then sidled up to Kush. They sipped their drinks for a while, looking into each other's eyes.
I didn't know what to say. I hadn't expected this. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of my wife taking up with Kush like this. Since I had started it, I couldn't just tell them to stop. I pondered this while they fondled each other, Yami giggling as Kush fingered her panties.
It wasn't long before he had them off. He bent her over the arm of a chair and pulled down his pants. His fat prick emerged half erect. He rubbed it a little while and then pushed it into Yami waiting cunthole.
"Take off your pants, Mark, and enjoy yourself."
I didn't know what else to do, so I did as he asked. My penis was throbbing in my hand.
"Yes, fuck me just like that! I want that big black cock up my cunt! Do it hard!"
He gave her what she wanted. Her moaning told me she loved it. He plowed into her with powerful strokes. She moaned louder and louder.
"Oh my God, fuck me!" I watched her orgasm with awe. Kush kept right on going. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back. As he plunged his rod in and out he slapped her bottom with his left hand.
I was shocked. This was more than I bargained for. I wasn't sure this was what I wanted at all.
"Do you like that, slut?" Kush commanded.
"Ohhhh. It's sooooo good. Don't stop."
"I like a hot girlie like you. White sluts are the best!"
"Now what do you say? Is this your idea of a black cock?"
"Yes," said my wife.
"You like them big, don't you, Yami gautam?"
"Yes."
"Take off your dress like a good girl and let's' see how much you like this one."
She did as he bid. The dress came off, and then the bra and panties. He picked her up like a doll and carried her to the bedroom. Laying her back on the edge of the bed, he opened her legs and ran his fingers over her pussy.
"Nice and wet, I see. Glad to see you're ready for me, honey."
He looked over at me and smiled. "Mark, why don't you get your prick out so you can enjoy this too."
I did as he suggested. My cock felt rock hard in my hand. I watched Kush position his fat cockhead at the opening of my wife's cunt. He opened the lips a bit with his hand and then pushed into the opening a couple of inches. I felt I was about to ejaculate, but somehow held back. He pulled it out and inserted it a couple of more times before pushing hard until his balls slapped up against Yami asshole. I got on my knees to look closer. It was all the way in.
"Do you like that, sweetie?"
"Oh yes!"
For the next ten minutes I watched Kush fuck my wife with long, fast strokes. She became very excited, breathing fast and uttering little moans of pleasure. His fucking gradually became harder until she clenched him in a spasm of pleasure. I watched her trembling orgasm, my stiff boner in my hand. I knew this wasn't the end.
Kush pulled it out slowly. His black cock glistened with dew from her vagina.
"How do you like it best, honey?"
Yami gautam moved into the middle of the bed and got up on her knees. She bent down and presented her pretty white bottom to him. Kush got up behind her and slid his cock into her pussy doggie style. She moaned as it hit bottom, then wiggled her ass on his tool. She looked around at me and gave me a bawdy look.
This time he fucked her hard. It was uncanny how he seemed to know just what she wanted. He rammed his cock in and out, with full big strokes. She began to cum, yelping with pleasure. He didn't stop. He kept pounding it to her, very hard.
"Is that what you want, baby?"
"Yes. Do it, please! Fuck me hard!"
She hit another climax. The next one had her gasping for breath. His rhythm quickened. They came together in a crescendo of fucking, his balls slapping up against her thighs. I shot a load into my left palm, the semen dripping from my hand as I watched Kush slowly pull it out of her hole. As he did so, a grey-white liquid flooded out of her and ran down her thighs. She didn't seem to mind.
A half hour later we had dressed and Yami prepared coffee. I'd rarely seen her so serene. It was as if she had always wanted it be like this.
She went to the kitchen for a moment. Kush looked at me contentedly.
"Happy, Mark?"
"Yes. I think she loved it."
"Did you?"
"Yes. I did."
Before leaving, Kush took Yami in his arms and gave her a long deep kiss. She kissed him back."
"Are you OK, sweetie?" I asked after he had gone.
"Yes."
"Did you have a good time?"
"I loved it, Mark. He's so...wonderful and overpowering. Did you have a good time too?"
"Yes, honey. It was very exciting. I'm glad we fulfilled your fantasy."
A few days later Yami gautam came home with several shopping bags, not from Talbot's.
"Been shopping, honey?"
"Yes, just a few things I'd like to wear."
The next evening I returned from work to find Kush lounging in the living room, half naked. Before I could say a word, Yami came out of the bedroom and stood in the doorway. I couldn't believe my eyes.
She was wearing a tight shelf black bra, which forced her tits up high and close together. Black satin thong panties caressed her crotch. She was half a foot taller than usual, standing on glass looking platform 7" high heels. Her hair was dolled up like she was going to a fancy party. She wore a lot of rosy makeup and bright red lipstick. I couldn't help thinking that she looked like a whore.
"Hi, honey," she said. "Kush and I are about to have a drink. Would you like one too?"
She strutted over to the bar and poured three glasses of wine. Her butt wiggled as she balanced herself on the high heels. She handed me my glass, then sidled up to Kush. They sipped their drinks for a while, looking into each other's eyes.
I didn't know what to say. I hadn't expected this. I wasn't sure I liked the idea of my wife taking up with Kush like this. Since I had started it, I couldn't just tell them to stop. I pondered this while they fondled each other, Yami giggling as Kush fingered her panties.
It wasn't long before he had them off. He bent her over the arm of a chair and pulled down his pants. His fat prick emerged half erect. He rubbed it a little while and then pushed it into Yami waiting cunthole.
"Take off your pants, Mark, and enjoy yourself."
I didn't know what else to do, so I did as he asked. My penis was throbbing in my hand.
"Yes, fuck me just like that! I want that big black cock up my cunt! Do it hard!"
He gave her what she wanted. Her moaning told me she loved it. He plowed into her with powerful strokes. She moaned louder and louder.
"Oh my God, fuck me!" I watched her orgasm with awe. Kush kept right on going. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back. As he plunged his rod in and out he slapped her bottom with his left hand.
I was shocked. This was more than I bargained for. I wasn't sure this was what I wanted at all.
"Do you like that, slut?" Kush commanded.
"Ohhhh. It's sooooo good. Don't stop."
"I like a hot girlie like you. White sluts are the best!"
Another climax swept though Yami gautam's body. She moaned with pleasure. This time Kush pulled out his gleaming penis and turned to me.
"Do you have any lube, Mark?
"What?"
"You know, some nice slippery lube for your wife's cute ass."
Yami gautam had never agreed to anal sex before. I was sure she wouldn't want this. I hesitated a moment. As I looked at his long black penis poised before her asshole I felt a surge of desire in my loins. I went to get the lube.
"Lube her up, Mark," he said, pointing to her rosebud. I squeezed the tube and rubbed it around the orifice.
"Good, now put some on my cock."
Shocked, I did as he asked, spreading a big glob of it over his cockhead. It felt like a thick piece of meat.
"That's right. Now, Mark, insert it for me, slowly."
I couldn't believe what he was asking. Yami gautam just waited patiently, offering no objection. I tried my best to do as he asked. It wouldn't go in. It was just too big.
"Put a finger in first. That'll get her ready."
With the lube, my finger went in quite easily. As I lubed her, I felt my prick throbbing with anticipation. I'd always wanted to fuck her in the ass. Now I was going to see a black man do it for me. With the hole well lubricated, I took his penis in my hand and slowly worked it into her anus. Once it was in a couple of inches, he took over, working it slowly back and forth, each time a little deeper. With her other hand he masturbated Yami gautam's clit.
"Do you like it, cutie?"
"Yes,"
"Want it deeper?"
"Yes."
He began to take her in long strokes, finally reaching his full depth. Her ass opened right up to receive it. I heard Yami gautam's moans as he continued to fuck her and rub her clit at the same time.
"You've got a nice tight ass, slut. I'm gonna fuck it good." Yami gautam whimpered something inaudible. I watched his cock quicken the pace. He screwed it into her balls deep. Yami gautam let out a loud moan I knew meant she was cumming.
"Mark, do you have a vibrator?"
"Uh, yes."
"Get it."
I went to the bedroom and found it in a drawer. It was a compact model in one piece, suitable for traveling. I handed it to Kush. With his long arms he reached around Yami gautam and placed it against her clit. His penis continued to fuck her asshole. I heard the purring of the vibrator.
"Ooooooh. That feels sooooo good! I love what you're doing to me!" She cooed over this new pleasure. A wave of orgasm shook her, then another. Suddenly Kush stopped and so did the vibrator.
"Do you want more, honey?"
"Yes, yes. Please, I want more!"
"Will you be my slut?"
"Yes."
"Will you do anything I want?"
"Yes, whatever you want. Give it to me! Fuck my ass!" Hearing my wife shout this, a thick wad of semen erupted from my swollen cock.
He resumed fucking with the vibrator for another half hour until Yami gautam was exhausted. He withdrew his cock and turned her around. "Now, slut, suck it off for me."
I couldn't believe it, but she did. She sucked his cock lovingly for about five minutes until it erupted in a gush of sperm. Hard as she tried, she couldn't swallow it all. It dripped down her chin and onto her tits. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. She just smiled at him, and winked at me.
A week later Yami gautam called me at the office to say that Kush had invited us to a party that evening. She seemed excited at the prospect. It had been a long time since we had been to any kind of social event, so I didn't wonder that she would want to go.
I should have been suspicious when I got home to find Yami gautam dressed to go out. Or almost undressed. She was wearing a short pink miniskirt, with a tight black tank top I'd never seen before. The only thing I recognized were the platform high heels.
"Geez, sweetie, what kind of party is this?"
"Oh, just Kush and a few of his friends. He said we'd like them a lot." She smiled sweetly at me.
The place turned out to be a private club downtown. Kush must have reserved it for the evening. Kush was there with five of his friends, all male and all black. This concerned me a bit as a looked around and didn't see any sign of the club's employees.
"I've found a few retired NBA colleagues here," Kush explained. "I thought you might like to meet some of them." As I might have guessed, since they were all as tall as Kush.
"Meet Leon, Willis, Jamal, Darren, and Jamie."
We said hello to them while Kush found us drinks. A moment or two later t I noticed a large padded mattress on the floor along with some pillows and tubes of lube.
I began to get nervous. I would have said something, but Yami appeared unconcerned. She flirted with the men while Kush looked on approvingly. I managed to get Kush's attention and motioned him over to the bar area. As soon as we were alone I confronted him.
"Kush, are you thinking that Yami is going to fuck all these men, right here on the floor?"
"Of course."
"I really don't think she would want to do that."
"She's gonna love it, Mark. You can be sure of that. In fact, were gonna fuck her right in front of you. So you can see for yourself."
I was shocked. How he could imagine that we would want something like that? At the same time I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I couldn't believe I would feel horny at the thought of six men banging my pretty wife.
"Don't worry, Mark. She's gonna love it."
I decided to see what happened.
It didn't take long. The wine was once again having its effect on Yami gautam. She was laughing and giggling as the men joked with her. She certainly enjoyed their company.
"Now gather round, all. This is the little lady I've been telling you about. She's the best little white fuck slut in town! I can vouch for it from personal experience. Now, honey, isn't that right?"
Yami giggled again. "If you say so, Kush."
"I do say so. And you're gonna show these gentlemen just what a hot cunt you are, aren't you baby."
"OK."
"Do you have any lube, Mark?
"What?"
"You know, some nice slippery lube for your wife's cute ass."
Yami gautam had never agreed to anal sex before. I was sure she wouldn't want this. I hesitated a moment. As I looked at his long black penis poised before her asshole I felt a surge of desire in my loins. I went to get the lube.
"Lube her up, Mark," he said, pointing to her rosebud. I squeezed the tube and rubbed it around the orifice.
"Good, now put some on my cock."
Shocked, I did as he asked, spreading a big glob of it over his cockhead. It felt like a thick piece of meat.
"That's right. Now, Mark, insert it for me, slowly."
I couldn't believe what he was asking. Yami gautam just waited patiently, offering no objection. I tried my best to do as he asked. It wouldn't go in. It was just too big.
"Put a finger in first. That'll get her ready."
With the lube, my finger went in quite easily. As I lubed her, I felt my prick throbbing with anticipation. I'd always wanted to fuck her in the ass. Now I was going to see a black man do it for me. With the hole well lubricated, I took his penis in my hand and slowly worked it into her anus. Once it was in a couple of inches, he took over, working it slowly back and forth, each time a little deeper. With her other hand he masturbated Yami gautam's clit.
"Do you like it, cutie?"
"Yes,"
"Want it deeper?"
"Yes."
He began to take her in long strokes, finally reaching his full depth. Her ass opened right up to receive it. I heard Yami gautam's moans as he continued to fuck her and rub her clit at the same time.
"You've got a nice tight ass, slut. I'm gonna fuck it good." Yami gautam whimpered something inaudible. I watched his cock quicken the pace. He screwed it into her balls deep. Yami gautam let out a loud moan I knew meant she was cumming.
"Mark, do you have a vibrator?"
"Uh, yes."
"Get it."
I went to the bedroom and found it in a drawer. It was a compact model in one piece, suitable for traveling. I handed it to Kush. With his long arms he reached around Yami gautam and placed it against her clit. His penis continued to fuck her asshole. I heard the purring of the vibrator.
"Ooooooh. That feels sooooo good! I love what you're doing to me!" She cooed over this new pleasure. A wave of orgasm shook her, then another. Suddenly Kush stopped and so did the vibrator.
"Do you want more, honey?"
"Yes, yes. Please, I want more!"
"Will you be my slut?"
"Yes."
"Will you do anything I want?"
"Yes, whatever you want. Give it to me! Fuck my ass!" Hearing my wife shout this, a thick wad of semen erupted from my swollen cock.
He resumed fucking with the vibrator for another half hour until Yami gautam was exhausted. He withdrew his cock and turned her around. "Now, slut, suck it off for me."
I couldn't believe it, but she did. She sucked his cock lovingly for about five minutes until it erupted in a gush of sperm. Hard as she tried, she couldn't swallow it all. It dripped down her chin and onto her tits. She didn't seem the least bit embarrassed. She just smiled at him, and winked at me.
A week later Yami gautam called me at the office to say that Kush had invited us to a party that evening. She seemed excited at the prospect. It had been a long time since we had been to any kind of social event, so I didn't wonder that she would want to go.
I should have been suspicious when I got home to find Yami gautam dressed to go out. Or almost undressed. She was wearing a short pink miniskirt, with a tight black tank top I'd never seen before. The only thing I recognized were the platform high heels.
"Geez, sweetie, what kind of party is this?"
"Oh, just Kush and a few of his friends. He said we'd like them a lot." She smiled sweetly at me.
The place turned out to be a private club downtown. Kush must have reserved it for the evening. Kush was there with five of his friends, all male and all black. This concerned me a bit as a looked around and didn't see any sign of the club's employees.
"I've found a few retired NBA colleagues here," Kush explained. "I thought you might like to meet some of them." As I might have guessed, since they were all as tall as Kush.
"Meet Leon, Willis, Jamal, Darren, and Jamie."
We said hello to them while Kush found us drinks. A moment or two later t I noticed a large padded mattress on the floor along with some pillows and tubes of lube.
I began to get nervous. I would have said something, but Yami appeared unconcerned. She flirted with the men while Kush looked on approvingly. I managed to get Kush's attention and motioned him over to the bar area. As soon as we were alone I confronted him.
"Kush, are you thinking that Yami is going to fuck all these men, right here on the floor?"
"Of course."
"I really don't think she would want to do that."
"She's gonna love it, Mark. You can be sure of that. In fact, were gonna fuck her right in front of you. So you can see for yourself."
I was shocked. How he could imagine that we would want something like that? At the same time I felt my cock stiffen in my pants. I couldn't believe I would feel horny at the thought of six men banging my pretty wife.
"Don't worry, Mark. She's gonna love it."
I decided to see what happened.
It didn't take long. The wine was once again having its effect on Yami gautam. She was laughing and giggling as the men joked with her. She certainly enjoyed their company.
"Now gather round, all. This is the little lady I've been telling you about. She's the best little white fuck slut in town! I can vouch for it from personal experience. Now, honey, isn't that right?"
Yami giggled again. "If you say so, Kush."
"I do say so. And you're gonna show these gentlemen just what a hot cunt you are, aren't you baby."
"OK."
Take off that skirt and show us your stuff."
Yami gautam slid off the skirt, revealing tiny black thong panties pulled up into her slit. The men whistled at her.
"I see what you mean, Kush. She looks real hot. Let's she if she can fuck."
"Pull off your panties, honey."
She slid them off. Kush picked her up and carried her to the mattress. "Kneel down and show us that pretty ass, slut."
Yami gautam complied with his order, spreading her legs a little to show her asshole and cunt opening.
All the men quickly undressed. As I might have expected from their size, they all had very large penises. Kush knelt in front of Yami gautam and inserted his roto-rooter into her mouth. He invited the rest of them to line up and take her from behind.
Yami gautam did not offer the slightest resistance. Within a minute she was moaning with delight as she was fucked from behind. How she managed to suck cock at the same time, I don't know, but she did. Powerless to stop what was happening, I took off my trousers and pulled out my meat. It was dripping with anticipation. I rubbed the natural lube over my erection. It felt wonderful.
What followed can only be described as a gangfuck.
"That's a baby. You suck it for me, slut, suck it hard!"
"I love this cunt, Kush. She's one white whore!"
"Does she take it up the ass?"
"Yeah. She loves it."
"Maybe she'd like an Oreo?"
"A what?" I asked.
"You know, Mark. Black on the outside, white in the middle."
"Now, honey, get on top of Leon here like you're gonna ride him. That's a good girl."
Darren knelt behind her and lubed her ass. They took her two at a time. The first time I saw two black cocks stuffed in her holes I creamed immediately. Amazingly, my cock stayed rock hard for the next two hours as they fucked her repeatedly. I came two more times and I lost count of the orgasms Yami gautam and the six men had. The odor of fresh semen filled the room. I could see that Yami gautam was covered in it from her tummy to her ass and thighs. She didn't even have time to clean up before the next pair took her in the cunt and ass. Then a third took her mouth.
The proof of a true slut, Mark. She takes it in all three holes." Kush leered at me. My wife had become a whore for black cock! By this point I was so excited they could do whatever they wanted. With a whelp they all came together, including my slutty wife. I wouldn't have believed it for a million years if I'd not seen it for myself.
When we finally got home, I asked Yami how she felt.
"Great. I had a wonderful time!"
"You liked being fucked by six men like that?"
"Yes. I loved it. I can't wait to see them again. And I'll do anything for Kush. He said he might be able to find more friends for a bigger party. He said we might all meet for a weekend somewhere, too. Wouldn't that be fun? You see, honey, I know what you want too. Isn't it wonderful that we both feel the same way?"
Indeed we did.
The end
Palak Tiwari
texas litter control2022 was not the year Palak Tiwari had been expecting. She hadn't gotten her hopes up, but the global pandemic followed by the national unrest had her spirits low. Still, though, she was managing to keep herself distracted. Finishing up her album, doing press, talking to fans. Currently, she was sitting at home, drinking wine in her robe, staring out at the darkening sky. She was maybe three or four...or five...glasses in. And she was feeling it.
Palak Tiwari was ruminating on her coping mechanisms. She'd never considered herself especially slutty, but she knew she wasn't exactly virginal either. There was a correlation, she noticed, between her thoughts turning dark and her legs opening. Her parents having a huge, blow-out fight in front of her when she was 14 which was followed by her 16-year-old boyfriend popping her cherry in the back of his Chevy. Her failing an important test the next year and then finding a random guy to go down on at her friend's birthday party. Learning of her parents' divorce when she was 19 and then having sex with a woman for the first time. It was how she processed bad news.
This year had been a parade of bad news. And so she acted out in ways that seemed to surprise yet delight her fans. She had flashed her tits for a Rolling Stones article, and today she'd just posed for Playboy. Neither publication had asked or probably even expected nudity for their articles on her, but she had volunteered. The thought of complete strangers seeing her body made her warm. She'd even tried to get the Playboy photographer to take photos of her butthole but he'd said that the article didn't need that. She wasn't sure she agreed but she didn't fight him on it. It wasn't exactly a hill she was willing to die on.
The doorbell rang, jolting Palak out of her thoughts. She downed the glass of wine she was on and got up, only slightly wobbly. She took a deep breath and went to the door. Fixing her hair and checking her reflection in the mirror next to the entrance, she opened the door. The pizza guy was, somehow, exactly what she had been hoping for. Almost anyone would have done, but this was nice. A tall, handsome, young black man.
Palak greeted him and took the pizza, setting it on the door-side table. After putting it down, she looked at him and feigned a look of surprise. "Oh I'm sorry, I left my wallet in the other room. I'll be right back!" He smiled at her, a look of authentic patience on his face. "No problem, miss."
As she disappeared into her house, he turned around to admire the front of her house. It was a pretty area, secluded enough without being completely cut-off from society. He heard her footsteps behind him and turned back towards her. His jaw fell open as he looked at the completely naked Palak walking his way. He'd found her to be beautiful, with her playful and bright eyes, her pale soft-looking hair; she gave off an aesthetic that he classified as "slutty witch". But he had not been expecting her small but plump tits. Her flat stomach and wide hips. Her bare pussy.
Keep the change." She said softly, trying to keep cool as she handed him several President Jacksons. He nodded dumbly, not even making an attempt at eye contact. His gaze traveled up and down her body, finding new spots to focus on.
Hello?"
His jaw still open, he finally looked up at her. "Oh, uh..."
Palak giggled, her heart beating like a drum. "What's your name?" She asked like she wasn't completely naked at her front door with hard nipples and a wet pussy talking to a stranger.
"Kush..."
"I'm Palak. I don't want to sound big-headed but have you heard of me? I'm a singer..."
He shook his head, his eyes again taking mental snapshots of her lithe body.
"That's totally okay. Can I ask you a favor?"
Kush nodded, only half paying attention.
"I've...well I've never been...with a black guy? So can you come inside for a bit and fuck my brains out?"
Now she had his full attention. This little white girl, apparently famous, wanted him to fuck her? How many times had he masturbated to this exact fantasy? But there was a major hang-up for him.
"Uh...I mean I would really...really love to do that. God, I really would. But I have a girlfriend. And I really care about her." Kush said.
Palak shrugged. She found herself surprised by how much she didn't care about this man's partner. It actually turned her on even more. "I understand, Kush. You're a good boyfriend."
Kush smiled a guilty smile and tried to find something to say, but Palak cut him off by leaning into him. She had her mouth right next to his ear, her body just barely an inch from his own, her breasts hovering near his chest. He could smell her shampoo, a subtle floral scent that made him want to wrap himself in her hair. She whispered to him. "If you follow me inside, you'll find me on my knees. I'll be waiting for you to put your big, hard black cock in my mouth. And then I'll be your toy."
She stepped back, and offered him a small smile as if she had just said something cute and flirty instead of offering up her throat to his dick. Turning around, she disappeared back into the house. And Kush watched her every step, eyes locked on her deceptively rounded ass. Kush desperately tried to think of his girlfriend. Of her body, her laugh, her eyes, how much he cared about her. But every image of her was interrupted by the image of this little white woman choking on his cock. He'd never been with a white woman or a woman as small as her; the thought of dominating her strained his cock.
Palak sat on her knees, her mouth open. She heard the door close and listened closely to see if she could hear any foot-steps. For a moment, she thought he had left. That he had done right by his partner and that her attempts at being a homewrecker had failed. But then he came around the corner, and she couldn't help the grin that grew across her face.
elysia borowy reederKush looked down at her with raised eyebrows. "So you're a singer?"
She nodded.
"And you're famous?"
She hesitated but nodded again.
"Yet you're on your knees, naked, ready to suck some pizza guy's dick?"
She tried to answer, but he stopped her curtly. "Shut the fuck up."
Palak recoiled at the language and tone of his voice. She looked up at him surprised, her eyes wide.
"You suck a lot of dick in the industry? You like sucking dick?"
One more she hesitated, but still, she nodded. Her mouth had been a quick stop for more than a few cocks over the years.
"Show me." He unzipped his pants and let his dick fall forward. The size was not inconsiderable. The girth and length of it almost intimidated Palak. She steeled herself as he reached down and took a rough fistful of her hair. He pressed his dick against her lips, rubbed it against her mouth and face. His large, dark cock stood in contrast to her ghostly-white skin.
Kush's cock finally pushed into her mouth, resting heavily on her tongue. He kept eye contact with her as he pushed her head towards his waist, her jaw stretched wide to take him all the way in. His cock traveled further and further into her mouth, disappearing into the back of her throat, causing soft choking sounds to begin emitting from the slutty songwriter he had on her knees. Her eyes were watering but she kept eye contact. Her hands found his buttocks and grabbed them firmly as every bit of his meaty cock was now lodged in her throat. If one had been standing in the room with them, they'd have seen the faint outline of his cock in her neck.
He let go of her hair and Palak drew back, the dick sliding out of her mouth. She took several long, erratic breaths and tried to brace herself. She blinked in surprise when he turned slightly and then slapped her soundly across the cheek with his erection. He did it once more to her other cheek. He laughed, finding genuine amusement at treating this budding star as a whore. Palak felt distant shame, which turned into overt lust.
⁷Kush pushed his cock back into her mouth, her hair again tangled in his fist. This time, however, he slammed her head forward. She gagged loudly, nearly throwing up, her nose pressed hard against his navel. He pulled her head back only to roughly push it back down. He kept this physical pace, harshly fucking Palak's throat. Kush laughed loudly, enjoying the sounds of both his nuts slapping her chin and her wet desperate gurgles.
After nearly a minute of getting violently fucked in the mouth, Kush let her go. She reeled back, trying hard not to throw up. Her chance to catch her breath was only a brief respite, however, as he yet again took a hard fistful of hair and jammed his cock back into her. He pressed her face even harder against his body and held it there, enjoying the feeling of her struggling to breathe. Her pale face had turned red, sweat dripping down her body, drool and spit running down her chin. Palak's head began to swim and she wondered to herself if this is how she died. If tomorrow's TMZ headline would read 'Indie darling Palak Tiwari found dead after choking to death on a Pizza Guy's big black dick'.
But after what felt like an eternity, Kush let her go. Palak fell forward, her scraggly hair hanging down in her face, her throat and jaw in pain. "Wow, I'm impressed." He said. "You really can suck cock."
Palak slowly looked up at him, tears running down her face. "Thank you." She said, smiling softly.
Kush walked around her and hunched down, grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her to the floor. "Now I'm gonna fuck you right here in the middle of your living room. Okay?"
"Okay." She said, slightly embarrassed at how much of a whimper it sounded like.
Palak Tiwari was not a stranger to being fucked from behind. But the size of his member was uncharted territory for her. It nudged at her opening, the head of his cock poking against her pussy. "You know, I always fantasized about Cardi B or Nicki Minaj, but I think I'm still going to enjoy fucking the shit of you." Kush said, right before he penetrated her.
She gasped, her eyes going wide. He continued to push into her, his cock stretching her out. She gripped the carpet as a low moan began to escape her. More and more of his cock impaled her. He kept one hand on her neck, the other hand grabbing a fistful of her ass, keeping her in place as he fucked himself into her.
"How...does it...feel?" He asked, punctuating each word by thrusting further into her.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck" Was her delirious response.
She repeated it like a mantra as his skin finally pressed against hers, nearly 9 inches of black cock resting inside of her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she came around him, her body shuddering, the feeling of ecstasy from feeling so absolutely filled overcoming her. He slapped her ass with great force, leaving a huge crimson handprint on her ass. Her ass wobbled slightly as she let out a small noise that sounded like a mewl.
"God, you have a tight cunt. Surprising for a little slut like you." Kush said as Palak only repeated her mantra under her breath.
Kush began to withdraw his cock from her at an agonizingly slow pace, relishing the feeling of her pussy gripping him. He grabbed her waist with both hands as he pulled out of her. And just as the head of his cock threatened to exit her, he thrust all the way back into her walls. Palak cursed loudly, her head resting on the floor, her arms sprawled out in front of her. She lay prone, ready for him to have his way with her.
Over and over again he hammered his cock into her, her body being jolted back and forth, her tits swinging and her ass shaking. She came several times, unaware of how loudly she was now moaning and crying out. The house, usually filled with the sound of her music, now only echoed her whorish howling. Kush reached down and yanked her head back all the way via her hair, wanting to hear her more clearly. He felt his climax nearing rapidly and had one thing left to do.
Without a warning, he pulled out of her, letting her go and causing her to crumple to the floor. She tried to turn her head to look at him and figure out what he was doing, but he grabbed her and flipped her over onto her back. He spread her legs almost painfully apart and then pushed them into the air, practically folding her in half. He speared her again with his cock, her face contorting into a mixture of discomfort and extreme pleasure.
indian electricKush gripped her legs and fucked down into her with sharp, hard thrusts. "Look at me, Palak." It was not a request. She looked at him with her big brown eyes and bit her lip. "I want you to look into my eyes as I cum inside you."
Palak reached up and grabbed his face with her hands as they maintained intense eye contact. His deep thrusting began to slow and she felt him tense up. "Cum inside me, motherfucker." She said, an enigmatic ghost of a smile on her face. He groaned as he drove all the way inside her one more time and then erupted, his cock spurting out, cum blasting her cunt and spilling out onto her flesh.
She never broke eye contact as she came with him, her vision growing white-hot and her body almost convulsing. He collapsed on top of her, his face resting on her bare chest, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her pussy. Neither of them moved, completely unable to at the moment.
Several minutes passed and Kush was at last able to return to his feet. Palak laid spread out on the floor, currently resembling a pornstar more than an acclaimed singer-songwriter. Her pussy was overflowing with cum, her face wet with sweat and saliva, her body humming with the wonderful pain of getting the absolute hell fucked out of you.
Kush disappeared to her guest bathroom and returned shortly after dressed and cleaned up. Palak still laid on the floor, her eyes closed and her mouth open in a grin. "Thank you, Kush. That was fun."
He shrugged, starting to take in how strange this entire situation was. "If you don't mind me asking, how often do you...uh...'order pizza'...?"
Palak laughed and looked at him. "Not that often. Just when I'm...extra hungry..."
"Can I have a slice?"
"What?
Kush stood over her and repeated his question.
"Like, of my pizza? Uh, yeah. I guess."
"Cool. Well. Uh. Bye?"
"Goodbye, Kush. Oh, and can you sign the NDA right by the door? I'd rather this didn't get out."
From the floor, Palak watched him sign the document and leave. She began to hum quietly to herself, lyrics forming in her head. A quiet, wandering folk song about a pizza guy and his meaty black cock dicking her the fuck down. It probably wouldn't make the album.
THE END
Next Story..
Alia Bhatt
As I sat at the airport waiting for my flight I thought a lot about the coming trip. My old friend Judy was getting married in six days. I haven't seen her in nearly a year since my husband Ranbir and I moved nearly an entire days drive from where we grew up three year ago for work reasons. It was a big change but worth it. I can't deny that I'm not looking forward though to seeing all of my friends again and all the familiar faces I grew up around. Judy also made me her maid of honor giving me some extra work to do but happy to for her. Her wedding is going to be the first weekend in November, mere days after Halloween. Which worked out for the bachelorette party idea a couple of her bridesmaids came up with.
Sadly my husband Ranbir couldn't get off work also so I have to go alone. I promised to call him every night from the hotel room so we can stay in touch. After he dropped me off at the airport I went through the long check in process. Waiting for nearly an hour I am now finally on the plane giving me the next three hours to relax and explain more about who I am.
My name is Alia Bhatt . I am 26 and have been married for four years now to my loving husband Ranbir. We have had a great relationship from day one. The only thing that surprised him was that I was a virgin when we got together, which he of course ended up taking. In general my body type is average. My hair is naturally red, have blue eyes, and very pale white skin as most redheads do. I love my legs which are long for my body and well shaped from years of jogging. The only problem I do have with jogging revolves about my chest. My breasts are a natural 36 DD in size which is a real pain when running or finding proper clothing. They stand out and are hard to miss. Find it's usually the first place guy's eyes gravitate.
Other than seeing Judy and some of my other girl friends the one other person I was looking forward to seeing again is Kush. I went to high school with him and he was one of the few black teens in the whole place. We spent a lot of time together after we graduated and were pretty good friends. I have no doubt that he wanted more but I really had no interest in him that way. He moved away to the city about an hour away to get a better job. I never knew what he did but he seems to have done well for himself. We slowly lost contact after I moved away and hadn't heard from him in a couple years until recently. He gave me a phone call out of the blue. Telling me he got our number from Judy and was looking forward to seeing me again. That we would have to make some time before the wedding to hang out. Several phone calls later we agreed on going to lunch the day after I arrived. More so since my hotel wasn't going to be too far from his house.
When the plane landed I picked up my car rental and drove straight for the hotel to relax. Was going to be here for the next seven days so the sooner I rested the better. I hadn't been there but a few minutes when I got a call on my cell from Laura. She's another old friend and one of Judy's bridesmaids. After the hellos Laura explained that her and Judy's other bridesmaids set up a bachelorette party two nights from now. All they had planned was dinner and drinking. Nothing special but it would be fine. Only difference was that since it is so close to Halloween the girls thought it would be fun for us to all get costumes to wear while we were out. That's when I kicked myself telling Laura I had forgotten mine at home and now needed to rush out to get one tomorrow. She gave me directions to a place she said was great and would likely be able to find something. After I hung up the phone I found a voice mail from Kush making sure I got in and explaining where to meet him tomorrow afternoon. Kicking my fete up I relaxed the remainder of the evening only taking time out to eat and call Ranbir.
The next morning I showered and got dressed for my lunch date with Kush. I can't believe it's been a little over four years since I have seen him. Putting on a nice plaid skirt, green short sleeved v-neck tee shirt, and mid calf high low heeled black boots I thought I looked pretty good. Fixing my long black hair and some light makeup I walked towards to meeting spot since it was close enough in the nice fall weather. Arriving at the restaurant I got a table and waited for Kush. Thankfully I didn't have to wait for long. While looking at the menu I saw some one approach the table. Looking up I saw Kush standing before me. My had he changed. He was still a deep brown in skin color with dark eyes and with short hair. Yet, he was larger then I remember with a strong upper body and well shaped. I was almost speechless when I saw him but without thinking I jumped up giving him a big hug.
Sitting back down Kush took the chair across from me. We just sat and talked for some time before ordering our food. We had a lot of catching up to do. I didn't admit it but he had become a good looking guy. Not that he was ugly before but wow. After eating we still just sat there at the table chatting when my cell phone buzzer went off. Asking me if it was a call I explained no it wasn't. That I was actually a bit embarrassed because it was my pill reminder.
Pill?" Kush asked. Yes, I told him, my birth control pill. I have to take it around the same time each day and set my cell phone to remind me. Reaching into my purse I pulled my pill pack out, popped one out, and swallowed it down. I couldn't help but notice that Kush took this moment to look down at my chest again, for the fifth or sixth time in the past hour. We finally left the restaurant but continued talking as we walked down the street. He asked me how my husband Ranbir was doing since the two of them were friendly as well. At one point I mentioned to Kush about the bachelorette party tomorrow night and he was surprised that there wasn't going to be a stripper. I explained I was too but they hadn't found one in time because it was set up on short notice.
I'll do it!" Kush blurted out. "And I won't charge either." I stopped and looked at Kush in shock. That's when he went into detail about what he has been up to all these years. He has been making a living as a male stripper. Which made sense consider how well built he was now. I told him I wasn't sure but Kush insisted. He had that night off anyway and would give him something fun to do. I asked him if it would be weird doing that for people he knows and more so an old friend like me? He assured me it would be fine. That Judy and the other bridesmaids only met him once or twice years ago. That he has changed a lot since than and has even run into them several times since but they haven't ever recognized him once. He also said he would wear one of his old stage masks to hide part of his face. I was really iffy on the whole thing more so since I wasn't sure where we would do it.
"At my place" he said. Explaining how he has more then enough space plus it would be free and private. He also said that he could as part of the night give lessons to the girls. His ex-girlfriend was also a stripper and had a pole and small stage installed in the basement for practice. That we can got out for dinner then drive to his house for drinks and a private party. I was still unsure but he twisted my arm and I gave in. We continued walking until we reached my hotel. There we said our goodbyes until the tomorrow evening as Kush went home to ready his house. On the elevator ride up I called Laura and told her about the change of plans which she was actually fine with. Hanging up the phone I still couldn't believe that Kush was a stripper or how sexy he had become. Was hard not to think of him in a sexual way. Which is new for me since I've never considered being with a black guy before. Dropping my leftovers off in the hotel rooms refrigerator I got into my rental car and drive off to the costume store.
Sadly my husband Ranbir couldn't get off work also so I have to go alone. I promised to call him every night from the hotel room so we can stay in touch. After he dropped me off at the airport I went through the long check in process. Waiting for nearly an hour I am now finally on the plane giving me the next three hours to relax and explain more about who I am.
My name is Alia Bhatt . I am 26 and have been married for four years now to my loving husband Ranbir. We have had a great relationship from day one. The only thing that surprised him was that I was a virgin when we got together, which he of course ended up taking. In general my body type is average. My hair is naturally red, have blue eyes, and very pale white skin as most redheads do. I love my legs which are long for my body and well shaped from years of jogging. The only problem I do have with jogging revolves about my chest. My breasts are a natural 36 DD in size which is a real pain when running or finding proper clothing. They stand out and are hard to miss. Find it's usually the first place guy's eyes gravitate.
Other than seeing Judy and some of my other girl friends the one other person I was looking forward to seeing again is Kush. I went to high school with him and he was one of the few black teens in the whole place. We spent a lot of time together after we graduated and were pretty good friends. I have no doubt that he wanted more but I really had no interest in him that way. He moved away to the city about an hour away to get a better job. I never knew what he did but he seems to have done well for himself. We slowly lost contact after I moved away and hadn't heard from him in a couple years until recently. He gave me a phone call out of the blue. Telling me he got our number from Judy and was looking forward to seeing me again. That we would have to make some time before the wedding to hang out. Several phone calls later we agreed on going to lunch the day after I arrived. More so since my hotel wasn't going to be too far from his house.
When the plane landed I picked up my car rental and drove straight for the hotel to relax. Was going to be here for the next seven days so the sooner I rested the better. I hadn't been there but a few minutes when I got a call on my cell from Laura. She's another old friend and one of Judy's bridesmaids. After the hellos Laura explained that her and Judy's other bridesmaids set up a bachelorette party two nights from now. All they had planned was dinner and drinking. Nothing special but it would be fine. Only difference was that since it is so close to Halloween the girls thought it would be fun for us to all get costumes to wear while we were out. That's when I kicked myself telling Laura I had forgotten mine at home and now needed to rush out to get one tomorrow. She gave me directions to a place she said was great and would likely be able to find something. After I hung up the phone I found a voice mail from Kush making sure I got in and explaining where to meet him tomorrow afternoon. Kicking my fete up I relaxed the remainder of the evening only taking time out to eat and call Ranbir.
The next morning I showered and got dressed for my lunch date with Kush. I can't believe it's been a little over four years since I have seen him. Putting on a nice plaid skirt, green short sleeved v-neck tee shirt, and mid calf high low heeled black boots I thought I looked pretty good. Fixing my long black hair and some light makeup I walked towards to meeting spot since it was close enough in the nice fall weather. Arriving at the restaurant I got a table and waited for Kush. Thankfully I didn't have to wait for long. While looking at the menu I saw some one approach the table. Looking up I saw Kush standing before me. My had he changed. He was still a deep brown in skin color with dark eyes and with short hair. Yet, he was larger then I remember with a strong upper body and well shaped. I was almost speechless when I saw him but without thinking I jumped up giving him a big hug.
Sitting back down Kush took the chair across from me. We just sat and talked for some time before ordering our food. We had a lot of catching up to do. I didn't admit it but he had become a good looking guy. Not that he was ugly before but wow. After eating we still just sat there at the table chatting when my cell phone buzzer went off. Asking me if it was a call I explained no it wasn't. That I was actually a bit embarrassed because it was my pill reminder.
Pill?" Kush asked. Yes, I told him, my birth control pill. I have to take it around the same time each day and set my cell phone to remind me. Reaching into my purse I pulled my pill pack out, popped one out, and swallowed it down. I couldn't help but notice that Kush took this moment to look down at my chest again, for the fifth or sixth time in the past hour. We finally left the restaurant but continued talking as we walked down the street. He asked me how my husband Ranbir was doing since the two of them were friendly as well. At one point I mentioned to Kush about the bachelorette party tomorrow night and he was surprised that there wasn't going to be a stripper. I explained I was too but they hadn't found one in time because it was set up on short notice.
I'll do it!" Kush blurted out. "And I won't charge either." I stopped and looked at Kush in shock. That's when he went into detail about what he has been up to all these years. He has been making a living as a male stripper. Which made sense consider how well built he was now. I told him I wasn't sure but Kush insisted. He had that night off anyway and would give him something fun to do. I asked him if it would be weird doing that for people he knows and more so an old friend like me? He assured me it would be fine. That Judy and the other bridesmaids only met him once or twice years ago. That he has changed a lot since than and has even run into them several times since but they haven't ever recognized him once. He also said he would wear one of his old stage masks to hide part of his face. I was really iffy on the whole thing more so since I wasn't sure where we would do it.
"At my place" he said. Explaining how he has more then enough space plus it would be free and private. He also said that he could as part of the night give lessons to the girls. His ex-girlfriend was also a stripper and had a pole and small stage installed in the basement for practice. That we can got out for dinner then drive to his house for drinks and a private party. I was still unsure but he twisted my arm and I gave in. We continued walking until we reached my hotel. There we said our goodbyes until the tomorrow evening as Kush went home to ready his house. On the elevator ride up I called Laura and told her about the change of plans which she was actually fine with. Hanging up the phone I still couldn't believe that Kush was a stripper or how sexy he had become. Was hard not to think of him in a sexual way. Which is new for me since I've never considered being with a black guy before. Dropping my leftovers off in the hotel rooms refrigerator I got into my rental car and drive off to the costume store.
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When I got there I was very disappointed than again what could I expect. It was so close to Halloween that the few woman's outfits that I liked and would fit my oversized chest were mostly sold out but for a handful I likely wasn't to normally consider. I ended up buying a German beer wench type outfit. It was two pieces consisting of a short, upper thigh length, blue skirt with white fringe lace along the hem. The top was one piece that had a black corset with red lace ties in front that tightened it to fit better with an attached white shirt piece that covered the breasts and only a small portion of the upper arms with nothing on the shoulders but the corset straps. The corset part was shaped so as to just curve under the boobs to make them stand out more. I'm guessing to give some form of support since you can't wear a bra in this thing. To go along with it I also bought a pair of white thigh high stockings with plain whit tops like in the costume cover photo. Thankfully I had a pair of black pumps with a three inch heel I could wear with it.
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Leaving the store I went back to the hotel. Not a moment after parking the car my cell phone rang. Picking it up I found it was Kush calling. Answering the phone I bid him a cheerful hello.
"I've been thinking all day about this" he started saying. "I want you to stay at my place for the rest of your stay. I have an extra bedroom and you're an old friend so I want to help you save some money for the rest of your trip by not having you pay for a hotel. You can come and go as you please and we can hang out more if you want because it's been way too long. And no matter what you say I'm not taking no for an answer and will bother you until you agree."
back up at Kush's house I went in to do the same. First taking a shower I took the time to shave my legs and vagina which I always try to keep smooth and clean.
Drying myself off I slipped on a pair of panties, followed by the white stockings, than worked to get my costume on. Looking at myself in the mirror fully dressed I made quite the sight. The blue skirt was short, an I mean short! So much so that the hem was above the tops of my stockings and was maybe seven inches down from my crotch. Knew if I bend over in this I'd show everything. Putting on a strapless bra so I felt at least a little extra covered. I always have a problem with those things though. With my large chest the strapless bras often tend to slide down causing me to often adjust it. Am glad I had it with me having brought it to wear with the dress for the wedding. The top of the costume fit me nice after adjusted the corset lace except for the chest. It kind of pushed them up a bit more than expected showing large amounts of my already ample cleavage. I fixed my black long hair and makeup before dashing off to guest bedroom where my clothes were. Going through my bag I pulled out and put on my black heeled pumps. When finished I took another look at myself and thought I looked pretty sexy tonight. Apparently I wasn't the only one.
Coming down the stairs with music playing and dressed in a stage costume with mask and all on he got right to it. Everyone squealed when they saw him. Dancing around the room he went from person to person pulling each one of us to our feet to dance with and grid against. They all looked to be enjoying themselves as he began to actually strip now taking everything but his shoes and a small pair of bikini underwear. It was very tight fitting and make his package look huge! Yet, I knew better that there was no way he was actually that big since strippers like to stuff their underwear to make it seem more impressive. Kush pulled each one of us to our feet to dance with. He seemed to spend some extra time with me rubbing real close and even felt his hand on my butt more than once. When he finished with me he moved onto the bride. He spent the most time with her and she looked to be enjoying herself the entire time. Afterwards he had some fun teaching the other women some basic pole dancing moves and even got all of them to be in his swing set up as a joke. They all kept trying to get me to join them in doing this but I was too busy helping run the party and was worried about being embarrassed in front of all these people. Though I might have had a lot to drink by this point and was buzzed I wasn't drunk enough to look silly in front of all these people. I spent most of the time watching Kush. I still can't believe how sexy he had become again thinking of doing things with him I have only about my husband for the last several years.
"Come on lets have some fun" Kush said as he grabbed my hand leading me over to the stage and pole. I told him we didn't need to do this but he insisted. Pushing me up onto the stage he told me to just have fun and do my best. I was blushing at that point feeling nervous. Trying to relax I began to dance and make a total fool of myself having never done this before. The entire time Kush was being helpful though verbally directing me to improve how I did things which helped some but not enough. Not matter how hard I tried I was unable to get the spinning around the pole thing right no matter how much Kush tried. Though as short as my skirt is and where I could see him looking I have no doubt he had a clear view of my panty covered butt and crotch. Kush thought it was funny that I couldn't figure it out. Stepping up onto the stage he moved around behind me.
"Here lift your right leg up like this and wrap it around the pole" Kush said as he reached down placing his hand on the back of my thigh. Bringing my leg up he moved his hand higher up my thigh close to my right butt cheek and placed his other hand on my left waist. There was a chill of excitement that ran through my body when he did this and couldn't help but notice my bodies sexual reaction to his touch. Kush started directing me as to what to do. Not sure if the alcohol helped since I already found him to be very physically appealing and really sexy looking but I was actually getting turned on. After running me through it he released me from his grip and sat down on a chair in front of the stage. Running through everything again Kush was impressed at how well I did.
"How about you do it for real. So you can get some real practice so you'll be ready when you do it for your husband when you're back home" he told me. I asked him what he meant by that?
picture hostingLeaving the store I went back to the hotel. Not a moment after parking the car my cell phone rang. Picking it up I found it was Kush calling. Answering the phone I bid him a cheerful hello.
"I've been thinking all day about this" he started saying. "I want you to stay at my place for the rest of your stay. I have an extra bedroom and you're an old friend so I want to help you save some money for the rest of your trip by not having you pay for a hotel. You can come and go as you please and we can hang out more if you want because it's been way too long. And no matter what you say I'm not taking no for an answer and will bother you until you agree."
back up at Kush's house I went in to do the same. First taking a shower I took the time to shave my legs and vagina which I always try to keep smooth and clean.
Drying myself off I slipped on a pair of panties, followed by the white stockings, than worked to get my costume on. Looking at myself in the mirror fully dressed I made quite the sight. The blue skirt was short, an I mean short! So much so that the hem was above the tops of my stockings and was maybe seven inches down from my crotch. Knew if I bend over in this I'd show everything. Putting on a strapless bra so I felt at least a little extra covered. I always have a problem with those things though. With my large chest the strapless bras often tend to slide down causing me to often adjust it. Am glad I had it with me having brought it to wear with the dress for the wedding. The top of the costume fit me nice after adjusted the corset lace except for the chest. It kind of pushed them up a bit more than expected showing large amounts of my already ample cleavage. I fixed my black long hair and makeup before dashing off to guest bedroom where my clothes were. Going through my bag I pulled out and put on my black heeled pumps. When finished I took another look at myself and thought I looked pretty sexy tonight. Apparently I wasn't the only one.
Coming down the stairs with music playing and dressed in a stage costume with mask and all on he got right to it. Everyone squealed when they saw him. Dancing around the room he went from person to person pulling each one of us to our feet to dance with and grid against. They all looked to be enjoying themselves as he began to actually strip now taking everything but his shoes and a small pair of bikini underwear. It was very tight fitting and make his package look huge! Yet, I knew better that there was no way he was actually that big since strippers like to stuff their underwear to make it seem more impressive. Kush pulled each one of us to our feet to dance with. He seemed to spend some extra time with me rubbing real close and even felt his hand on my butt more than once. When he finished with me he moved onto the bride. He spent the most time with her and she looked to be enjoying herself the entire time. Afterwards he had some fun teaching the other women some basic pole dancing moves and even got all of them to be in his swing set up as a joke. They all kept trying to get me to join them in doing this but I was too busy helping run the party and was worried about being embarrassed in front of all these people. Though I might have had a lot to drink by this point and was buzzed I wasn't drunk enough to look silly in front of all these people. I spent most of the time watching Kush. I still can't believe how sexy he had become again thinking of doing things with him I have only about my husband for the last several years.
"Come on lets have some fun" Kush said as he grabbed my hand leading me over to the stage and pole. I told him we didn't need to do this but he insisted. Pushing me up onto the stage he told me to just have fun and do my best. I was blushing at that point feeling nervous. Trying to relax I began to dance and make a total fool of myself having never done this before. The entire time Kush was being helpful though verbally directing me to improve how I did things which helped some but not enough. Not matter how hard I tried I was unable to get the spinning around the pole thing right no matter how much Kush tried. Though as short as my skirt is and where I could see him looking I have no doubt he had a clear view of my panty covered butt and crotch. Kush thought it was funny that I couldn't figure it out. Stepping up onto the stage he moved around behind me.
"Here lift your right leg up like this and wrap it around the pole" Kush said as he reached down placing his hand on the back of my thigh. Bringing my leg up he moved his hand higher up my thigh close to my right butt cheek and placed his other hand on my left waist. There was a chill of excitement that ran through my body when he did this and couldn't help but notice my bodies sexual reaction to his touch. Kush started directing me as to what to do. Not sure if the alcohol helped since I already found him to be very physically appealing and really sexy looking but I was actually getting turned on. After running me through it he released me from his grip and sat down on a chair in front of the stage. Running through everything again Kush was impressed at how well I did.
"How about you do it for real. So you can get some real practice so you'll be ready when you do it for your husband when you're back home" he told me. I asked him what he meant by that?
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"I mean actually strip" Kush said. I was taken aback by that and wasn't sure what to say. Kush explained that he meant only to my underwear unless I felt like doing it all the way. "Come on Alia Bhatt we're old friends so you shouldn't be uncomfortable around me. Plus it would be great practice before you do it in front of Ranbir" he said in a calming voice. I did feel a little odd but I knew he wouldn't let up so agreed to doing it down to my underwear. Trying my best to be sexy I had a little fight getting the top off but the skirt was a lot easier followed by kicking off my heels. I kept my panties, bra, and stockings on as I tried on my own to swing around the pole again to no effect. That caused Kush to laugh as he came back up onto the stage to help me once more. I took this time to pull my bra back up which had started to slip down. Propping my leg up again he softly rubbed my upper thigh as he helped direct me again.
Soft and smooth. Always thought you had some nice legs Alia . Then again I think you have a lot of nice parts. Not to mention your pretty red hair and nice pale white skin. One well shaped, sexy woman. Your husband's one lucky man. You're doing fine and look sexy as hell. Not to be too forward or gross you out but watching you gave me the biggest hard on" Kush whispered to me. My body reacted again and could feel my vagina almost tingle both because of his touch and what he said. Kush moved the hair from my neck, softly kissing it. My body almost melted from what this big, sexy, black man was doing to me. Pushing away I turned around.
"Kush we can't do this ..." I started saying when he interrupted kissing me on the lips. 'I shouldn't be doing this' I thought as I felt my body becoming more turned on by the moment. Kush broke the kiss and I began to explain again that we really shouldn't do this. That we're friends and most importantly I'm married.
"You're right we can't do this. Not here anyway" Kush said to me. I wasn't sure what he meant asking him for clarification. "Well it wouldn't be that comfortable here for either of us. If I recall you didn't get to try out the swing earlier" he explained. Lifting me up by the waist without thinking I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me across the room. "What the fuck am I doing?' I asked myself knowing exactly where this was going. I'm happily married, love my husband, and yet was so turned on by this large black man I could feel my vagina almost burn with excitement. Looking back I know I was an idiot for having drunk so much. It loosens me up and makes me all too willing to do things that I normally would control. At that moment my husband was pushed to the back of my mind as my lust overwhelmed me. Had been well over a week since the last time I had sex and wanted it badly and wanted it now from this hot black guy.
Kush sat me down on one of the swing straps and kissed me deeply again. We made out for over a minute before he kissed my neck which is always a turn on for me. Pulling he looked down at me with a big smile on his face as he reached around my back unhooking my bra which fell off to the floor. Kush let out a low moan.
"Fuck yeah! Can't tell you how long I've wanted to touch these nice big milky white tits of your's Alia . So soft with pretty little pale pink nipples" he said as he started kneading them gently. Now I saw what people get turned on by interracial sex. His dark black hands looked so very hot on my very pale white breasts. The color contrast was turning me on even more. Bending down he took one of my nipples into his mouth sucking hard. It felt so good as he did that first to one than the other, back and forth. They were both rock hard and loving the attention. Standing back up Kush lifted me off the swing to standing again. I asked him what was wrong?
"Nothing at all. It's just hard taking off your panties while you're sitting on it" he explained. Reaching down he grabbed the waist band yanking them off my hips as I let them slip down my legs, stepping out of them. "Damn Alia Bhatt you have one nice pale white pussy! Pretty little thing, shaved, smooth, small, and I bet tight too! But I guess I'm about to find that out for myself."
Kush lifted me back up onto the swing. Telling me to lay back onto the other strap. Doing as he said I was positioned in such a way that I could look down and clearly see my crotch. Kush took my legs, first the right than left and put them into the leg straps just below my knees so they were spread open wide fully exposing myself to him. He didn't say a word as he moved up between my legs, dropped down to his knees and began to immediately finger and lick my vagina. I felt very, very good! Kush was a pro with his tongue running it around my clit in amazing ways. I stared down between my legs at the black head between it. Watched as Kush looked up at me every now and then as he was licking my clit. It was so wrong but so hot. He was so good I came quicker than I ever have before screaming out as I did. Kush didn't stop though bringing me to a second, third, than fourth orgasm in a matter of seconds. My entire body shook as wave after wave hit me. He stopped after the fourth one letting me catch my breath as he stood up again. Kush asked me if I had enjoyed that. I told him how could he think I didn't with all the moaning and screaming I had done.
"Well I've got something you'll enjoy even more" he told me. Moving back so I could get a full view of him from the knees up. Kush had the biggest grin on his face as I watched him grab his thong and began to pull it down. My eye's were fixed on his crotch as his penis came into view.
"Oh my god!" I yelled out as he dropped his little shorts to the ground. His penis sprung out, hard, a black as he is, big as hell, and pointing straight at me. I couldn't believe it was real and not just stuffed. He surely gave credit to that black man myth since by any standards he has a huge dick. I found myself asking him how big it actually was.
I take it by your reaction Ranbir doesn't have one this big?" Kush asked. Told him not nearly. "Well, it's about 8 1/2 inches long and slightly over 5 1/2 inches around" he explained. I informed him he's slightly over 2 1/2 inches longer and almost two thicker than my husband's. Kush laughed.
"I'm sorry for you. Didn't realize Ranbir had such a smaller dick. So, you're in for a real treat then!" Kush told me. "This big black dick is going to feel real nice in your little white pussy! Don't worry baby I'll be gentle ... at first"
Kush moved back up between my outstretched thighs, his big black dick in hand. Once there he looked down at my crotch and began rubbing the big head of his dick up over my vagina lips, spreading them open. Running it around my clit a few times before lowering until I could feel the soft tip line up with my hot, wet little hole. There he stopped.
"Is your little pale pink pussy ready for my big black meat injection?" he asked. I wasn't sure what to say as I stared down at that big black dick poised to enter me. I just shook my head in agreement. Kush didn't need anymore encouragement as he started to place pressure against my hole trying to gain admittance. My body slowly opened up for him as his head stretched me open wide. He eventually was able to work the head in and was already stretching me wider than I have ever been in my life.
"You really have one tight pussy Alia Bhatt ! Can't tell you how long I dreamed of the day I could shove my big dick into your body. Even after you got married I wanted to fuck you like no one else" Kush told me. He now started to work that monster into me a little at a time. Deeper and deeper he went. I couldn't deny that it was somewhat uncomfortable since he is so much bigger than my husband's. Yet it also felt good at the same time. By now he was deeper than Ranbir gets and he still had more to go. A couple seconds later I felt the head of his dick bump slightly against my cervix and yelled out to Kush not to push and deeper.
"I couldn't if I wanted to" he explained with a laugh. "See for yourself." Looking down I saw exactly what he meant. His pelvis was pressed right up against mine. His entire eight plus inch long, 5.5 plus inch thick, massive black dick was buried all the way inside of me! How the hell did he fit it all in? I was shocked to say the least. Kush said he was surprised as well, never thought I would take it all either. He asked me how it felt?
"Odd" I replied. "I feel very, very full and stretched. It's slightly uncomfortable to be honest yet feels good at the same time." I also could have added that it felt like he was splitting me in half. He just smile telling me it would feel much better once I got used to it's size. Kush adjusted himself slightly and grabbed my waist with both hands before he pulled a little out than slowly pushed it back in. He did it again and again, each time pulling a little more out. Gradually the discomfort disappeared to be replaced solely by pleasure. Soon enough he had me constantly moaning in pleasure as I watched his big black dick slide in and out of my body. He eventually worked up a good rhythm and got to the point of pulling it almost all of the way out before slamming it back into me. Was glad he had thick walls our his neighbors would be able to hear all of the moaning and screaming I was doing which echo throughout the entire basement.
Kush - "Feels good doesn't Alia ?"
Me - "YES!"
Kush - "You like my big black dick don't you white girl?"
Me - "Yes! ... feels ... so ... good!"
Kush - "Feel better than your husband's?"
Me - "Yes it does! Forgive me but it does!"
Kush - "Fuck you pussy feels so fucking good! Tell me baby, I want to hear you say my big black dick feels better than Ranbir's."
Me - "Yes! ... it feels much better"
Kush - "What feels much better?"
Me - "Your big black dick feels so much better than my husband's!"
"That's what I wanted to hear. Can't tell you how many times I masturbated to the thought of fucking you. Feels so much better than I ever imagined" Kush said. That lead him to fuck me harder making me scream even more. I couldn't believe how good it felt. My hands were digging hard into the straps of the swing as my legs were sticking out stiff and toes curled in pleasure. That's when I could feel it building again telling Kush I was about to have my fifth orgasm. This made him smile as he worked even harder to get me there. It wasn't just what he was doing that was making me build up to another orgasm, though it's the biggest factor. The other thing was the sight we made together. Never thought I'd look down at my legs to see them spread wide and a large sexy black man between them. His black dick slicing in and out of me. The color contrast of my very pale white skin against his dark was so fucking hot!
"Cum baby. Cum around my black dick Alia Bhatt !" he ordered. That seemed to drive me over the edge as I yelled out cumming for the fifth time, my eyes rolling back into my head. Kush continued to fuck me the entire time not letting up for a second. My breasts were bouncing with each hard thrust. Kush reached up grabbing them and pinching my nipples as he plowed into me. I was in heaven having never been in some much pleasure for so long in my life. He was already lasting more than twice as long as Ranbir does. Sadly it wasn't going to last forever. Around ten or so minutes after he started he was about to lose his steam.
Dawne - "Shit baby ... can't hold back much longer! So fucking glad you're on the pill!"
Me - "Why?"
Because I want to cum in you so fucking badly!" Kush said. I wasn't sure what to say. I never even considered asking him to put on a condom. Not because I trusted him as a friend or because I'm on birth control. I was just so caught up in the moment that it didn't cross my mind. Was extremely thankful at that time that I have been taking my pill every day.
"Oh fuck! Here it comes baby! Gonna cum in your tight white pussy! OH FUCK!" Kush yelled loudly as he slammed his entire dick into me. Kush pressed hard against me, fully buried, as he began to have his orgasm. His whole body went stiff just before I felt load after load of his hot semen shooting deep inside my body. Could feel each stream slamming against my cervix and filling up my already fully pussy. And boy did he ever cum a lot! Much more than Ranbir does. Kush finally let out a big sigh as he finished.
"We've already gotten naked together and had sex so why not just share the big comfortable bed in my room?" he asked. "No reason to be modest now!" I was too tired, sore, and buzzed to argue as I curled up next to him and fell asleep.
Soft and smooth. Always thought you had some nice legs Alia . Then again I think you have a lot of nice parts. Not to mention your pretty red hair and nice pale white skin. One well shaped, sexy woman. Your husband's one lucky man. You're doing fine and look sexy as hell. Not to be too forward or gross you out but watching you gave me the biggest hard on" Kush whispered to me. My body reacted again and could feel my vagina almost tingle both because of his touch and what he said. Kush moved the hair from my neck, softly kissing it. My body almost melted from what this big, sexy, black man was doing to me. Pushing away I turned around.
"Kush we can't do this ..." I started saying when he interrupted kissing me on the lips. 'I shouldn't be doing this' I thought as I felt my body becoming more turned on by the moment. Kush broke the kiss and I began to explain again that we really shouldn't do this. That we're friends and most importantly I'm married.
"You're right we can't do this. Not here anyway" Kush said to me. I wasn't sure what he meant asking him for clarification. "Well it wouldn't be that comfortable here for either of us. If I recall you didn't get to try out the swing earlier" he explained. Lifting me up by the waist without thinking I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he carried me across the room. "What the fuck am I doing?' I asked myself knowing exactly where this was going. I'm happily married, love my husband, and yet was so turned on by this large black man I could feel my vagina almost burn with excitement. Looking back I know I was an idiot for having drunk so much. It loosens me up and makes me all too willing to do things that I normally would control. At that moment my husband was pushed to the back of my mind as my lust overwhelmed me. Had been well over a week since the last time I had sex and wanted it badly and wanted it now from this hot black guy.
Kush sat me down on one of the swing straps and kissed me deeply again. We made out for over a minute before he kissed my neck which is always a turn on for me. Pulling he looked down at me with a big smile on his face as he reached around my back unhooking my bra which fell off to the floor. Kush let out a low moan.
"Fuck yeah! Can't tell you how long I've wanted to touch these nice big milky white tits of your's Alia . So soft with pretty little pale pink nipples" he said as he started kneading them gently. Now I saw what people get turned on by interracial sex. His dark black hands looked so very hot on my very pale white breasts. The color contrast was turning me on even more. Bending down he took one of my nipples into his mouth sucking hard. It felt so good as he did that first to one than the other, back and forth. They were both rock hard and loving the attention. Standing back up Kush lifted me off the swing to standing again. I asked him what was wrong?
"Nothing at all. It's just hard taking off your panties while you're sitting on it" he explained. Reaching down he grabbed the waist band yanking them off my hips as I let them slip down my legs, stepping out of them. "Damn Alia Bhatt you have one nice pale white pussy! Pretty little thing, shaved, smooth, small, and I bet tight too! But I guess I'm about to find that out for myself."
Kush lifted me back up onto the swing. Telling me to lay back onto the other strap. Doing as he said I was positioned in such a way that I could look down and clearly see my crotch. Kush took my legs, first the right than left and put them into the leg straps just below my knees so they were spread open wide fully exposing myself to him. He didn't say a word as he moved up between my legs, dropped down to his knees and began to immediately finger and lick my vagina. I felt very, very good! Kush was a pro with his tongue running it around my clit in amazing ways. I stared down between my legs at the black head between it. Watched as Kush looked up at me every now and then as he was licking my clit. It was so wrong but so hot. He was so good I came quicker than I ever have before screaming out as I did. Kush didn't stop though bringing me to a second, third, than fourth orgasm in a matter of seconds. My entire body shook as wave after wave hit me. He stopped after the fourth one letting me catch my breath as he stood up again. Kush asked me if I had enjoyed that. I told him how could he think I didn't with all the moaning and screaming I had done.
"Well I've got something you'll enjoy even more" he told me. Moving back so I could get a full view of him from the knees up. Kush had the biggest grin on his face as I watched him grab his thong and began to pull it down. My eye's were fixed on his crotch as his penis came into view.
"Oh my god!" I yelled out as he dropped his little shorts to the ground. His penis sprung out, hard, a black as he is, big as hell, and pointing straight at me. I couldn't believe it was real and not just stuffed. He surely gave credit to that black man myth since by any standards he has a huge dick. I found myself asking him how big it actually was.
I take it by your reaction Ranbir doesn't have one this big?" Kush asked. Told him not nearly. "Well, it's about 8 1/2 inches long and slightly over 5 1/2 inches around" he explained. I informed him he's slightly over 2 1/2 inches longer and almost two thicker than my husband's. Kush laughed.
"I'm sorry for you. Didn't realize Ranbir had such a smaller dick. So, you're in for a real treat then!" Kush told me. "This big black dick is going to feel real nice in your little white pussy! Don't worry baby I'll be gentle ... at first"
Kush moved back up between my outstretched thighs, his big black dick in hand. Once there he looked down at my crotch and began rubbing the big head of his dick up over my vagina lips, spreading them open. Running it around my clit a few times before lowering until I could feel the soft tip line up with my hot, wet little hole. There he stopped.
"Is your little pale pink pussy ready for my big black meat injection?" he asked. I wasn't sure what to say as I stared down at that big black dick poised to enter me. I just shook my head in agreement. Kush didn't need anymore encouragement as he started to place pressure against my hole trying to gain admittance. My body slowly opened up for him as his head stretched me open wide. He eventually was able to work the head in and was already stretching me wider than I have ever been in my life.
"You really have one tight pussy Alia Bhatt ! Can't tell you how long I dreamed of the day I could shove my big dick into your body. Even after you got married I wanted to fuck you like no one else" Kush told me. He now started to work that monster into me a little at a time. Deeper and deeper he went. I couldn't deny that it was somewhat uncomfortable since he is so much bigger than my husband's. Yet it also felt good at the same time. By now he was deeper than Ranbir gets and he still had more to go. A couple seconds later I felt the head of his dick bump slightly against my cervix and yelled out to Kush not to push and deeper.
"I couldn't if I wanted to" he explained with a laugh. "See for yourself." Looking down I saw exactly what he meant. His pelvis was pressed right up against mine. His entire eight plus inch long, 5.5 plus inch thick, massive black dick was buried all the way inside of me! How the hell did he fit it all in? I was shocked to say the least. Kush said he was surprised as well, never thought I would take it all either. He asked me how it felt?
"Odd" I replied. "I feel very, very full and stretched. It's slightly uncomfortable to be honest yet feels good at the same time." I also could have added that it felt like he was splitting me in half. He just smile telling me it would feel much better once I got used to it's size. Kush adjusted himself slightly and grabbed my waist with both hands before he pulled a little out than slowly pushed it back in. He did it again and again, each time pulling a little more out. Gradually the discomfort disappeared to be replaced solely by pleasure. Soon enough he had me constantly moaning in pleasure as I watched his big black dick slide in and out of my body. He eventually worked up a good rhythm and got to the point of pulling it almost all of the way out before slamming it back into me. Was glad he had thick walls our his neighbors would be able to hear all of the moaning and screaming I was doing which echo throughout the entire basement.
Kush - "Feels good doesn't Alia ?"
Me - "YES!"
Kush - "You like my big black dick don't you white girl?"
Me - "Yes! ... feels ... so ... good!"
Kush - "Feel better than your husband's?"
Me - "Yes it does! Forgive me but it does!"
Kush - "Fuck you pussy feels so fucking good! Tell me baby, I want to hear you say my big black dick feels better than Ranbir's."
Me - "Yes! ... it feels much better"
Kush - "What feels much better?"
Me - "Your big black dick feels so much better than my husband's!"
"That's what I wanted to hear. Can't tell you how many times I masturbated to the thought of fucking you. Feels so much better than I ever imagined" Kush said. That lead him to fuck me harder making me scream even more. I couldn't believe how good it felt. My hands were digging hard into the straps of the swing as my legs were sticking out stiff and toes curled in pleasure. That's when I could feel it building again telling Kush I was about to have my fifth orgasm. This made him smile as he worked even harder to get me there. It wasn't just what he was doing that was making me build up to another orgasm, though it's the biggest factor. The other thing was the sight we made together. Never thought I'd look down at my legs to see them spread wide and a large sexy black man between them. His black dick slicing in and out of me. The color contrast of my very pale white skin against his dark was so fucking hot!
"Cum baby. Cum around my black dick Alia Bhatt !" he ordered. That seemed to drive me over the edge as I yelled out cumming for the fifth time, my eyes rolling back into my head. Kush continued to fuck me the entire time not letting up for a second. My breasts were bouncing with each hard thrust. Kush reached up grabbing them and pinching my nipples as he plowed into me. I was in heaven having never been in some much pleasure for so long in my life. He was already lasting more than twice as long as Ranbir does. Sadly it wasn't going to last forever. Around ten or so minutes after he started he was about to lose his steam.
Dawne - "Shit baby ... can't hold back much longer! So fucking glad you're on the pill!"
Me - "Why?"
Because I want to cum in you so fucking badly!" Kush said. I wasn't sure what to say. I never even considered asking him to put on a condom. Not because I trusted him as a friend or because I'm on birth control. I was just so caught up in the moment that it didn't cross my mind. Was extremely thankful at that time that I have been taking my pill every day.
"Oh fuck! Here it comes baby! Gonna cum in your tight white pussy! OH FUCK!" Kush yelled loudly as he slammed his entire dick into me. Kush pressed hard against me, fully buried, as he began to have his orgasm. His whole body went stiff just before I felt load after load of his hot semen shooting deep inside my body. Could feel each stream slamming against my cervix and filling up my already fully pussy. And boy did he ever cum a lot! Much more than Ranbir does. Kush finally let out a big sigh as he finished.
"We've already gotten naked together and had sex so why not just share the big comfortable bed in my room?" he asked. "No reason to be modest now!" I was too tired, sore, and buzzed to argue as I curled up next to him and fell asleep.
Next Up
Parineeti Chopra
Parineeti Chopra
My name is Parineeti chopra. I am 25 years old, a true redhead. My build is somewhat athletic, more so now that I've been working out consistently. A respectable 32C up top. At 5'3", I weigh about 131 pounds now as I've managed to lose some weight. I think I carry it fairly well. "Critically cute" I've been told on more than one occasion.
In the course of my explorations, I have discovered that I get really, really turned on being nude in public. Sex in a public place is simply mind-blowing, and I am constantly trying to figure out ways to have more public adventures. I recently met a guy at the apartment laundry, Kush, and we have gotten together on occasion when I am in town, he is available, and we both feel like getting freaky.
I was in town, he was bored, and I needed to get freaky.
super deduper
Come on Kush..." I whined, "I hate looking at cars alone."
Kush rolled his eyes, "I hate car shopping period!"
I climbed onto his lap facing him, blocking his view of the game on TV.
"Pleeeesaee....." I begged.
As I straddled him, I bit my lower lip and gave him my best pitiful look. Not getting the reaction I needed, I began to slowly grind against his crotch, "...pleeeeeeease...it might be fun...."
He moaned as he placed his hands on my hips and pushed up against me, "....god Parineeti ..ok...."
"Great!" I rolled off of him, and jumped to my feet as he stared at me in frustration, "I'll pick you up tomorrow then! Thanks a bunch!"
His mouth was still hanging open as I walked to the door of his apartment. I turned and grinned, "Don't worry...I'll make sure it's worth your time."
In the course of my explorations, I have discovered that I get really, really turned on being nude in public. Sex in a public place is simply mind-blowing, and I am constantly trying to figure out ways to have more public adventures. I recently met a guy at the apartment laundry, Kush, and we have gotten together on occasion when I am in town, he is available, and we both feel like getting freaky.
I was in town, he was bored, and I needed to get freaky.
super deduperCome on Kush..." I whined, "I hate looking at cars alone."
Kush rolled his eyes, "I hate car shopping period!"
I climbed onto his lap facing him, blocking his view of the game on TV.
"Pleeeesaee....." I begged.
As I straddled him, I bit my lower lip and gave him my best pitiful look. Not getting the reaction I needed, I began to slowly grind against his crotch, "...pleeeeeeease...it might be fun...."
He moaned as he placed his hands on my hips and pushed up against me, "....god Parineeti ..ok...."
"Great!" I rolled off of him, and jumped to my feet as he stared at me in frustration, "I'll pick you up tomorrow then! Thanks a bunch!"
His mouth was still hanging open as I walked to the door of his apartment. I turned and grinned, "Don't worry...I'll make sure it's worth your time."