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I've got it for them. Thick black cock
I call this position the Murder my pussy.
Conversation with a Hotwife
Her and I are talking . Her eyes, the way they travel over my face and body, her coy smiles hiding so much more. A few well placed words and then me standing up. Her eyes instantly go to my crotch. She sees the bulge in my pants and tries to look away. I take her hand, kiss it, then lick her fingers slowly before putting it on my throbbing black cock. Her eyes dilate, and her mouth drops open. I lean in and kiss her, softly at first, then more passionately and touch the inside of her thigh. She looks me in my eyes and checks the room to be sure we're alone. Grabs my hand, kisses it, licks my fingers and puts it on her hot pussy. I grab her up and walk towards the bedroom. I snatch her clothing off, kiss her with a hunger she's never known. Soon, she's naked. I take her by the neck and force her towards my hard dick so she can suck. She's full of unexpressed desires. She sucks my dick as if oxygen is trapped in it. Sloppy, a wild woman. I lay back and let her work, savoring every lick, kiss, and suck. I pull her off and push her onto her back. I go into her wet pussy slowly, inch by inch, I look at her face. She's like prey. I place one of her legs over my shoulders and pound her savagely. Tears of pleasure run down her face. Her pussy is hot and sweet. She screams out, "Fuck me," and I tear into her harder, deeper.
"And now that that's out of the way, shall we go to my hotel?"
Outsource the job. I'll fuck her right. Make her see glitter and stars.
Take her. She's not had that kind of loving before. Take her. For far too long there was a fear in her of what intense pleasures truly were. Take her, because some destinies should never be denied. Take her, she needs to understand that passion is destruction and creativity together. Take her, for no other reason than you can and you deserve to.
She knows what exactly quenches her thirst
The Inevitable
Her husband saw me on the meat market in a chat room from the social media platform called Mewe. He was impressed and messaged me. He told me he had slightly disturbing fantasies of his wife being fucked by a black man and couldn't get them out of his mind, he thought it was time to do something about it. He confessed to not being adequately endowed to fully satisfy his wife, even more so after he'd accidently clicked on an interracial video on his usual website.
That was three months ago, and now that was his favorite genre of porn. I could hear both the awe and addiction in his voice. "Sounds interesting. Well, you have come to the right person at the right time. I'm interested. May I see pictures of your wife?" I put him on speakerphone and navigated to the text messages on my phone. I saw the photograph of a very attractive woman, curvy reddish- blonde hair, nice titties and a juicy fat ass. Her smile seemed sly and passionate. I could feel the fabric of my pants straining against the growing erection inside of them. I explained to him that my time was valuable and that I get a lot of people who are seemingly interested. A lot of times they're serious but sometimes they like to play head games, they would rather chat, talk, and fantasize about something like this being done but at the moment of truth, they often disappear.
I won't have this kind of dynamic going on with you. He assured me that this would not be the case. So I said to him I'm very well versed in the art of seduction and that he would have to grant me access to her so I could influence her and plant the seed of her and I being together. He said yes, he would. He gave me her cell phone number, and he also gave me her profile name on Instagram. After looking at her pictures, I began to think about how it would be like to take her, to introduce her to something that she had never had before. To ravage her completely. It was something that was there, deep inside of her, not fully realized, but something that needed to be expressed for both her and her husband. At that moment, I began to formulate a plan in my mind. I could see it inside my head so clearly. Her creamy pale complexion was consumed by my dark skin. Yin and Yang. The balance of fantasy and visceral reality. I reached out to her on Instagram first. I sent a plain simple message telling her that her true nature was awaiting her.
It took a day for her to respond, and she simply typed out three question marks. I asked her how her day was, and she replied that it had gone well even though there was a brief crazy period, but she made it through. She then asked did she know me and I stated no, you don't, but I'm a good friend of your husband and he wanted me to reach out to you about something he'd been thinking about for a very long time. A want that had now become a need, and that involved her ,him, and I. Of course next she asked and what was that, I simply sent a horned devil smiling emoji and told her that I would fully explain when the time is right, in the meanwhile I think that we should become better acquainted with one another.
She said that since you do have my contact information and I don't feel slightly threatened at all, that might be a good thing. I said I believe it will be for everyone involved. That night, I went home, prepared a nice dinner, had some heady weed to smoke, and had a neat bourbon with a beer chaser. I took a shower and lay down in the darkness. I closed my eyes and began to think of her. Holding her face in my hands, kissing her soft, married lips, grabbing her full ass and rubbing her between her legs. Pinching her nipples and becoming fully aware of her physical presence. In my head, it seemed she wanted to resist, but she couldn't. I was like the darkness whispering to her, touching something deep inside of her that she herself would be foolish to deny. The fantasy continued. I pulled up her dress, pushed her softly on the bed opened her legs to see a beautiful succulent fat pussy with a well trimmed bush. The lips were pink and slightly blushed, her in a labia began to get wet and I spread it open and began to lick and suck at her hungrily. She breathed deeply, turned her head from side to side but soon she couldn't stop her hand from going to the back of my head and humping up at my mouth as I licked and sucked at her hole. She was delicious. I could feel my dick getting hard as a piece of steel hanging between my legs. She moaned out loud,"Take me, take me, please. I don't care anymore.I don't want to feel like this without having you deep inside me." I stood up, my rock hard dick protruding in front of me. She grabbed it and began to stroke it up and down.
A long stream of pre-cum oozed from the head. She craned her neck, grabbed my cock with her small white hand and enveloped the head of it with her hot mouth. She sucked slowly ,slobbering all over the head and base of my dick meat. She sucked at me as if it was the last dick she would ever suck,bobbing and weaving her head ,moaning kissing it ,pausing and running her tongue under the head and stroking it at the same time. It was the most beautiful thing ever to see her lips juicy and parted as she throated it.
I could take it no longer ,my dick longed to be inside her pussy. I held her legs up and placed them over my shoulders then plunged slowly into the depths of a wet cunt. Her love was on fire. I fully occupied every inch of her twat. If there ever was a sensation of feeling like you completely own someone, this was it and it was only a fantasy. A mere moment in the expression of my mind. Before long I drifted off to sleep.
From there, we chatted and talked on the phone, I found her to be shy at times, which was different to me, and she did admit she had had several fantasies involving well-endowed black men. Not only that, she told me a number of her friends and relatives had too. They gave the usual reasons for not acting on them, and all of them stemmed from racism.
Sometimes, these things were angering and other times pathetically funny. I had never been raised like that, but it didn't mean I wasn't exposed to it in my environment. But the first time I had some white pussy it blew my mind. I wouldn't say I had a fetish, but goodness, it was amazing.
The contrast was addictive, watching my long, thick dick splitting her tight pink pussy wide open, stayed in my mind for years to come. I was always on the prowl for some whether I was aware of it or not. By the time I got on Tumblr, I was regularly playing with married couples, boyfriend and girlfriends, and single white women in different kink lifestyles. I was made to do this.
One day, her husband texted me and asked me how it was going. I gave him an overall report and some screenshots of our conversations. I told him I was pacing her and asked if she seemed as if she was somewhere else sometimes. He said he had noticed a change in her, like she would drift off when he was talking to her and that she seemed more wanton during sex. I told him I was going to step things up tomorrow by showing her my cock.
He sounded turned on. Maybe he was jerking or something. I hung up the phone and watched some interracial gang bang porn. In one scene, there was a woman who favored his wife. Five brothers circled her and stared at her body as they groped at her, grabbing her titties, ass, and rubbing her pussy. Before long she was on her knees giving them the most whorish blow jobs. There was no other way to describe it but mouth pussy. She stroked one big dick after the other, and they fucked her face and mouth with abandon. One actor was particularly aggressive and was ready to put some dick in her. He pulled her up and bent her over and went balls deep in her tight pussy while the others stuck their hard cocks in her face and placed her hands on the other ones. It was beautiful they way they drilled her.
She closed her eyes and let them have their way. Her body shook, her ass jiggled from every hard thrust. When it was over, she was covered in load after load of black seed. She licked it off her fingers, closed her eyes in ecstacy ,and smiled naughtily.
I was having a pretty rotten day, but when I was on break, I got a notification on my phone that seemed urgent. Have you ever heard a notification that was louder than normal? I had to see what it was about. It was a text message from the wife. It read:
I don't know how to say this but I've been thinking about you all day and night. There seems to be a battle inside me and it started when I read your message. I'm losing this war, so I'm going to surrender. I wanted you to see me in my defeat.
Down in flames.
Jessica.
There was a photo attached of her with her dress pulled up just above her curvy tummy. Her juicy thighs were spread wide open and her elegant fingers were buried in her wet pussy. Her eyes were closed and her head positioned to the side. A salacious smile spread across my lips.
The day got much better after that.
I got a call from Phillip, the husband, and his voice sounded a little bit like he had been drinking. I was surprised by this because it was before noon. "I hope I didn't disturb you," he said plaintatively," But I wanted to tell you I've noticed a change in Jessica's behavior."/
She's sweet and dedicated. She's been your sweetheart for a very long time.
But there's a part of her that you don't know. A deep, seething itch that you just can't satisfy.
She comes to me for that. She doesthings you'd never dream she'd do.
I fuck her every which way but loose, and she loves it.
Too bad you didn't get to watch.
