(M/F, ir, wife, cheat, whore)
by Kysa Braswell
My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, distracting me, making my mind wander. Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore. Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the office became simply cock. Bananas, cucumbers, hot dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were simply cocks. My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded packages. My pussy moistened at the mere thought of dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with their thick meat.
I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband. Each night I'd find new tricks, all kinds of variations of fucking and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to bigger cocks. Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan and scream in lust.
Finally, I knew I had to do something about this delicious torture I was going through. After much thought, I looked into escort services, visiting a dozen in a neighboring city. I made sure I selected only the classiest of them, ones with clients who expect the best, and who are discrete. Hoping to reduce the odds of finding a man with a cock that would own me, I put on my application that I preferred to escort black men exclusively.
A week later I got a call at work from Prestige Escorts. The woman explained that they'd been given a request for an escort who would entertain a young black man who was coming to the city to try out for the university's basketball team. He was kind of shy, and not accustomed to city life, and the request was for an older woman he could be comfortable with. The escort would include dinner and sightseeing, with the intent to show him how nice it would be to go to school there. Was I interested?
My hands were shaking! I said I was, and asked for a little more information. I was told he was 18 from New Mexico, 6'8" tall, well-mannered and somewhat shy. Prestige would arrange for a limousine for Friday evening. All I had to do was drive to the city. My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I contemplated my date. A young black man! 6'8" tall! I licked my lips as I thought of standing next to him, my mouth even with his cock, a cock I dreamed would be a real jaw breaker, a real pussy stuffer. At work I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room and stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on his meat filled me, bringing myself to draining orgasms.
After what seemed like an eternity, the night came. I told my husband I had to go out of town suddenly, and that I'd return Sunday. I'd already packed my bags, and left from work, arriving at my hotel with an hour to spare. I quickly showered and shaved my legs, and after a few moments of debate, decided to trim my bush very close, so only a hint of hair was left. I had to restrain myself from playing with my overheated pussy as I trimmed, knowing it would be better later when I went wild all over my black fuck toy.
I purposely went light on cosmetics. I didn't want him to think I was a whore, although I hoped to be his private slut in a few hours. I put a light pink glossy lipstick on, just enough for him to notice. I wanted him to focus on the lips he would be prying apart. I then perfumed with Vanilla Musk, my neck, my wrists, between my breasts, the insides of my thighs, my asscheeks. Next, I put on a wispy black lace bra and matching panties, and finally the French-cut panties I had purchased in honor of the occasion.
The dress I selected was a long, black silk, slit up one side to just above my knee. I always got great compliments from men when I wore it, and tonight I craved more than compliments! Dignified three inch black heels finished my look. I added a single small string of pearls around my neck, and diamond earrings. The reflection in the mirror was very flattering. I looked like a nice, warm, comforting woman, who couldn't wait to eat her fill of black cockmeat.
The front desk called, notifying me the limo had arrived. After a last look in the mirror, and a deep breath, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. At the last minute I stopped and shimmied out of the panties, already wet with my juices, and flung them on the bed.
My pussy got a little jolt when the driver opened the door to the limo for me (after giving me a very slow once-over), and I laid eyes on my date. Alan introduced himself, and shook my hand, and he was obviously shocked to see an attractive, older white woman. I sat across from him in the big back seat area, smiling all the time, and we made small talk as my mind tried hard to concentrate on his words.
He was young and attractive, but I was more interested in what he had for me between his legs. He was wearing pleated dockers that were kind of baggy, so I couldn't get a very good idea of his package.
We arrived at a nice restaurant, were seated, and had a nice dinner. I made sure to order a couple of good bottles of wine, over Alan's blushing protests that he was too young, and had never had any before.
By desert, I'd stared the conversation around to his romantic life, and he blushed again when he said he'd never had a real girlfriend before, because of the time he spent practicing basketball, and keeping up with his studies. A fresh flood of juice wetted my pussy as I thought of how nice it would be to show this young man what a woman's cunt and ass are for.
After dinner I told Alan that I'd forgotten something back at the hotel. I asked the driver to take us back, and I again sat across from him, this time being much less modest about crossing my legs. Alan was really happy now, feeling more comfortable, and the wine had him loosening up quite a bit. I watched him sneaking glances at my legs, and I made sure he saw plenty of thigh. Every time we laughed, I leaned over and touched his thigh, letting my hand linger and press just a little bit longer, and I told him each time how much fun he was. By the time we reached the hotel, I'd moved next to him, my dress draped to expose my thighs above the tops of my nylons. The scent of my drenched pussy mingled in the air with my perfume, intoxicating Alan all the more.
We walked together through the lobby to my room, getting long stares from everyone, this little white woman with this very tall black man. I could imagine what they were thinking, obviously a whore, paid to service this guy's cock, to eat it, to fuck it, to drink his cum. All of which made me decide to go for it immediately.
We entered my plush room, and I told Alan I'd be right back as I walked into the bathroom. I left the door open a crack so I could see if he took the bait I'd left for him. He walked around shyly, then spotted my panties on the bed. My clit hardened and pulsed when he picked them up, glanced my way, and put them to his nose. My knees almost gave way when he breathed deep, and his hand went to his crotch. He was squeezing his cock! His pants quickly bulged out in front, it looked like he'd stuffed a grapefruit in there! I felt weak. I could feel my pussy spasm, and a trickle of juice begin to run down the inside of one thigh.
I snuck back into the room, careful not to let him hear me. I was behind him, and watching him sniffing my panties while he worked his cock with the other hand was too much to take.
"See what you did to me, before we even met?" I cooed. Alan spun around, flustered as hell.
"I... I... uhm, I'm sorry, Karen, I didn't mean to." he mumbled, dropping the panties. "Maybe I should go, I'm so sorry."
"Nonsense, sweetheart," I whispered, moving towards him, his big cock lump almost at eye level. "We've got a lot of night left, and I have a few ideas about what you can do to make it up to me."
I stood in front of him, and pushed him gently back onto the bed. He was so tall, his feet were still on the floor. I grabbed the panties, and crawled up over him, straddling his narrow hips, my pantyless pussy settling on his bulging cock. Putting my panties to his nose, I whispered "Do you smell me? I had these on when I was getting ready to meet you. Do you know how they got that way? Thinking about looking into your startled eyes, and your cock, thinking about how thick it is, about how fat your balls are, about stuffing your big prick into my mouth, about you working it into my pussy, about you feeding me your hot cum." He was squirming below me. I could feel his cock growing, pushing against my naked pussy, nudging my aching little clit. I began rubbing myself on his lump, slowly. "You've got me so wet, Alan." I whispered, reaching down and running a finger between my sopping cunt lips. The slight touch almost made me cum. I scooped up some juice on a fingernail and brought it to his lips. "Taste me." I trembled as his lips tentatively touched my finger, and his tongue licked out. My hips ground down hard on his cock, and he moaned.
"Karen, I, I feel something funny." he stammered. I felt something too, but it wasn't funny. I felt hungry, starved for his cock, thirsty for cum, lots of sweet, hot cum.
"Let's get you out of these slacks. I'm afraid I'm getting them all wet," I whispered as I slid down his body, rubbing myself across that huge bulge until I was on my knees on the floor. My pussy had saturated his crotch, and I breathed in my own scent as my chin rested on the massive lump in his pants. My hands worked quickly, trembling, opening my present, my desert, my cock. I pulled them off in one pull, and nearly fainted with lust. His white cotton briefs were obscenely stretched upwards, so much so, his leg openings were pushed wide open, allowing me to look inside. His cock was pointing down in his briefs, all bunched up and constrained, with what looked like a small apple pushing against the cotton, and apple leaking something far more delicious than cider, soaking his briefs.
"My, what do we have here? I cooed. "You just relax, Alan. I think I know how to take care of this problem of yours."
I mouthed him through his briefs, squeezing the sides of his meaty shaft with my lips. He was hung like a horse. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his shaft between my teeth, but couldn't. His precum smelled like salted butter. I could hear it squeezing out his cockhead with each bite I took along his thick stalk. The thought of his cockhead oozing delicious precum made my pussy ache, and more of my juices ran down my thighs. I had to see this monster between his thighs.
Wrapping my fingers into his waistband, I slowly tugged down his briefs. Each inch exposed more of his huge cock. I moaned loudly when the base came into view, it looked as big around as a wine bottle. A long, thick vein stood out on the top, pulsing with each beat of his heart as I exposed more and more cockmeat. When I reached his cockhead, his underwear hung up on the deep ridge. I pulled harder, and his cock sprung free, slapping against his stomach before coming to rest.
"My god," I murmured. He wasn't incredibly long, at least 10 inches, but his cock looked like a thick, black eggplant with an apple stuck on the top. I reached up with both hands and pulled it down for a closer look. My fingers barely touched. I could feel it pulsing, almost prying them apart. His cockhead was enormous His balls were the size and shape of peaches, a light fuzz covering them. They looked very, very ripe. His prick, lighter colored, glistening with his precum, and so large that it looked like an arm hanging between his thighs! I took it between both my hands, and squeezed it gently, watching his cock mouth open and close, drooling out its dripping precum. It was so soft and spongy, so meaty.
Alan was moaning constantly, almost one long moan, since I'd started playing with him. His hips were bucking with each little squeeze I gave his cockhead. "Ohhhh, Karen, I think, I , Oh."
I felt his shaft stiffen and lurch, and before I could do anything, his cockhead swelled and his fat cock erupted, spitting out a thick ribbon of sperm that hit me between my eyes. I quickly started milking his shaft, squeezing and releasing, pumping him. I felt each load plastering my face, and I opened my mouth, panting blindly as I tasted his rich, creamy cum dropping off my nose onto my outstretched tongue. My pussy spasmed and a sudden, sharp orgasm overtook me, my thighs trembling. I held onto his bloated cock for balance as the last of his pent-up sperm dripped onto my breasts.
I wiped my eyes, licking the cum off my fingers. He was so damn delicious. I was glad it turned out this way. I'd been debating whether to swallow his whole load, or to taste some, and he'd taken care of that decision for me! Alan was breathing hard, his chest heaving. "Oh Karen, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to do that to you!" he babbled. I stood so he could see me.
"Alan," I whispered. He opened his eyes, finding me cleaning my face with my fingers, sucking and licking his cum off of them, smiling lewdly. His eyes were wide. "That was just an appetizer. Lie down on the bed." He weakly pulled himself onto the bed, his head resting on a pillow. " Now we are both ready for the main course."
His spent cock flopped against his thigh. It was still quite fat, and ugly in the most attractive way. Still coated with a wet white cream, like a glazed chocolate e'clair. I straddled him again, this time facing his meat, and bent down. My ass raised up, and for the first time he saw a woman's pussy, a white woman's pussy, open and swollen, with cunt juice running down her thighs. His sweet cum smell made my head spin. Looking back at him through my legs, I said, "Alan, I want you to just look at my pussy... 'your' pussy. I want you to watch it as it lovingly sucks your fat cock again. Watch it open its sweetness for you, watch it drip for you, watch it beg for your cock. A woman's pussy is made to swallow fantastically large cocks like yours. I want you to think about how good it will feel when you work your thick cockhead into my tight little cunt."
He moaned again, and returned my eyes to his meat. It was beginning to show signs of life, lurching off his leg, a long rope of cum connected from his cockhead to his thigh. Opening my mouth wide, I swooped down on it with no hands, my tongue lifting the slimy cockhead, my mouth sucking it inside until it was trapped in back of my teeth. I mouthed him like a slut, slurping loudly on the head. It filled my mouth almost to the breaking point. I started rocking back and forth, my mouth able to take in only another inch or two of his wide cockshaft, I felt my cuntmouth opening and closing to the rhythm of my sucking, wishing it had something to swallow, too.
I watched his cock fatten up, his balls begin to move. The head was firming up in my hot mouth, no longer able to get past my teeth. I made my lips into a wide, tight seal, like my pussy, and began to suck him hard. His cockhead had mushroomed until it filled my mouth. Maybe an inch of cockmeat was inside me, the rest was all tender, juicy, fat cockhead. I twisted my head back and forth like a fish on a hook, pumping him with my obscenely distended mouth, my lips just a thin, tight line of flesh. My breathing was labored and my nostrils flared as I worked on the huge cockflesh. Lewd, wet slurping sounds escaped my lips with each suck, sounding like a pussy when it's fucked by a thick cock. My cunt, untouched, was convulsing. I was moaning like a whore around his cock, humming as I ate. As I bobbed up and down on the top of his cock, I could see the rest of his shaft, my tight lips causing the veins in his big cock to swell with desire, the entire cockstalk gnarled and bloated.
Without warning, Alan began to hump up into my face, gently but urgently. My stuffed mouth took in all it could, but it was wrapped so tightly around his cock that all I could do was go along for the ride. Saliva and left over sperm squeezed out from the corners of my sealed lips with each thrust, hanging down in long lines to his stomach, where it ran like a river to his balls. Alan started groaning deep in his throat, causing me to moan even louder around my huge meal, and sending another long orgasmic wave crashing through my poor, aching pussy.
While panting and hyperventilating through my own orgasm, I felt hands on either side of my head, holding me steady as he humped faster, using my mouth to jerk off with. I felt the bloated head of his cock bumping my throat, gagging me a little, but Alan couldn't help himself. With a long loud cry, he pumped into my mouth faster and faster, pushing my lips further down his shaft, and then his fat cock started jerking, lifting my face with each throbbing lurch,
I felt his cockhead swell until I couldn't breathe, and then my entire mouth was flooded with slippery, gagging cum. He rode my mouth like a horse as what seemed like a pint of heavy cream filled me. I tried to swallow, but there was too much. It made my throat convulse, and I gagged and coughed, his seed spraying out from between my lips and snorting out my nose. Another wave of orgasms made my knees collapse as he worked my head on his erupting cock. My cheeks were bloated with his sperm, my lips so tight it could only force its way out under the pressure of his spurts.
Finally, Alan let go of my head and his body went limp. I reached up and gripped his slippery cockshaft with both hands, pulling hard, until his giant cockhead pulled free from my lips with a loud, wet pop. A river of slippery sperm poured from between my lips as my head fell heavily to his slimy stomach. I could feel cum and saliva on my face as a swallowed the heavy cream that coated my throat. Panting like a racehorse, I washed my face in the cum pool on his flat belly, my tongue scooping up all I could get, sucking it into my mouth, swallowing greedily. In my hands I could feel his well sucked cock pulsing and jerking as it tried to rest.
I was content to rest, now. I'd cum three times, without even being touched, just from sucking this huge, fat, black cock. My pussy was leaking sweet juice, making Alan's chest all slippery and sweet smelling. As I drifted off, I thought about how great it will feel to teach Alan about the pleasures of fucking a woman, especially this little white woman, with the hungry pussy, like a bitch in heat.
© Kysa Braswell
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