Dark Secret Video She took his throbbing manhood in her hands. Her bosom heaved as the
cowboy spoke, "Your beauty caused that." The muscular cowboy picked her
up in his strong arms, his lips approaching hers...
Tracy quit typing and saved her new novel, her fifteenth in four years.
The young woman was taking the romance world by storm, writing under the
pseudonym Lacy Lovelorn. Tracy Lovelace-Hardcastle sighed as the
familiar warmth spread through her body. Getting to the sex scenes in
her books always got her all hot and bothered. Unfortunately, her
husband was often away on business and couldn't take care of her
cravings, but then when he was here, he didn't take care of her cravings
either. Making love hadn't lived up to the descriptions in the romance
novels she had gotten hooked on as a teenager. She hadn't even seen an
erection on her husband in a month and her writing had her more aroused
then usual, since spring it seemed as if she were constantly horny.
Tracy Hardcastle sighed and left her den to take a shower. She had to do
some publicity photos for her new bosses. The little publisher she wrote
for had been bought out and absorbed by E&I Publishing. They wanted her
to do some layouts to be used in magazine articles and promotional
material. Tracy enjoyed modeling and when dressed as her alter-ego, Lacy
Lovelorn, artists had often used her as the model for the women on the
covers of her books, they just changed her hair color to match her
characters.
Tracy had the long flowing hair and heaving bosom of her heroines. Her
hair was more reddish, then blonde and fell to curl around her nipples.
Her skin was the beautiful, pale white of most red-heads, mostly
unblemished, with just a few faint freckles around her cheeks that gave
her an innocent appearance. She had a models thin waist and flat
stomach, but her breasts and rear-end were plumper then most models. Her
breasts were large and full, but were quite firm, high up on her chest,
giving her impressive cleavage when dressed in the bodice of a romance
heroine.
None of that was apparent as Tracy waited for her ride. She was dressed
in baggy sweats, with her hair up in a pony tail and no make-up on.
Dressed like this, men would only give her a passing glance, before the
stylists at the photo shoot transformed her into a goddess.
The doorbell rang and Tracy answered it, finding herself staring into a
broad muscular chest as wide as her doorway. She looked up in surprise
into a handsome black face grinning down at her. "Mrs Lovelorn, I'm
Latrell head photographer of E&I modeling. I'll be taking your pictures
this afternoon."
Tracy felt her pulse quicken and her skin began to flush. She felt warm
and it turned warmer as she shook his hand, her little white hand
disappearing completely in his massive black one. "Nice to meet you,"
she said. This man had an aura about him. Not only was he huge, around
6'7", his very presence was overwhelmingly masculine. She usually found
New York photographers to be weird little men, often gay, with delusions
of their own grandeur, but this man looked like a linebacker.
"Shall we go?" he asked holding out his arm.
Tracy took his arm and followed him out to a big, black limo. Another
black man, as big as Latrell got out and opened the door for them.
Tracy got in back beside Latrell and they were off. "May I offer you a
drink, Mrs Lovelorn?" he asked.
"Just a soda, please, and call me Tracy." It was too early for booze and
Tracy liked to have a clear head when working. She stared around the
interior of the limo, her brow furrowing when her gaze fell on Latrell's
slacks. They were tented out so that it looked like a big banana was
inside his crotch. She was so surprised by the strange bulge, she didn't
notice that there was already a small amount of clear fluid in the
bottom of her Coke glass, as he poured a can in. She took the glass and
sipped it.
Tracy stared out the window at the skyline as they approached the city.
She had seen it hundreds of times, so mostly she was staring to keep her
eyes off Latrell. She was surprised to find herself attracted to the
black giant. She was uncomfortably aware of his presence in the tiny cab
of the limo. He seemed to exude masculinity like a character from one of
her books. She glanced at his handsome face, then down to the expensive
suit that must cover an incredibly well-muscled torso, and finally down
to Dark Secret Video
"Yeah, it was actually a pretty hot dream. I woke up with an erection."
"I'm surprised it doesn't bother you."
"It was just a dream. I know you love me and would never cheat on me."
"That's right, though..."
"What?"
"I wouldn't mind seeing it. I would never sleep with him, but I'd love
to see a big cock. Yours is the only one I've seen outside of
magazines."
"He might be willing."
"What? To show it to me? Al, Jerry tells me your dick is eight inches.
May I see it? I don't think so."
"Think about it. He's only been with Shelly and they've been together as
long as we have. He's probably looking for some variety. I know he finds
you attractive. His eyes practically popped out of his head last year at
the beach when you wore that string bikini. Would you be willing to
touch it?"
"There's nothing wrong with that I guess."
"How about if I pretend to be short of money at our next poker game
which is at our house and I offer you up to give him a hand job."
"I haven't done that since you took my virginity."
"Think about it. You would get to touch it and see it squirt. Plus, it
wouldn't be cheating. Why don't you practice on me." Jerry rested his
hands on Terri's shoulders and pushed down.
Terri fell to her knees and unbuttoned his pants. She took his hard dick
out. "Oh Al, it's so big. I can't wait to see it squirt." She spit in
her hand and started coating her husband's cock with it. When she was
done, she began fisting it.
"Oh yeah baby, stroke that big cock. It's been so long since another
woman has touched it."
Terri leaned forward and kissed the head. She didn't take her lips off
her husband's penis. Instead, she started licking it and soon was
sucking on the tip.
"Hey this isn't part of the bet."
She stopped and said, "my arm was tired." then returned to sucking it.
Soon she was gagging as Jerry erupted in her mouth. She held her throat
and mouth closed and ran to the bathroom.
"Sorry, I lost control," he said when she returned after brushing her
teeth.
"Yuck," she said. "You know I hate that. This fantasy must really turn
you on."
"Yeah, so do you want to make it a reality?"
Terri nodded. "Lets see how it goes on poker night."
"What are you going to do if our arm gets tired with Al?"
"When you think about it, a blow job is just touching it with my mouth
as opposed to my hand. I might suck on it a bit just to hurry him up."
"That's ok with me."
The rest of the week, they fucked like rabbits and Terri sucked on his
dick to get him ready every night. It was almost as if she were
practising.
********************
"Matt can't come. It's his anniversery or something."
"Damn," said Jerry into the phone. "I was really looking forward to this
week's game. Can you think of anyone else?"
"I might be able to find someone. My partner might be up for it."
"See what you can do." Jerry hung up the phone and told his wife the bad
news. He had been talking to Bernie, who wanted to play as bad as Jerry.
He was having tough times at home and his wife had thrown him out. Rumor
had it she was sleeping with another man, but Bernie had never seen him.
Bernie called back a few minutes later and the game was on."
********************
The first to arrive was Al, who liked to sit around and talk before the
other guys showed up. Terri was nervous and avoided him, saying she had
to get the men's food and beer ready.
Benny arrived next. He was an accountant and his appearance fit his job.
He was small, skinny, nerdy, and wore glasses. He was soon followed by
Bernie who looked horrible. His recent troubles with his wife were
related to a couple incidents drinking and that supposedly led her into
the arms of another man. "This is Willie. He works with me at the water
department." Bernie moved out of the way and a giant black man appeared
taking up the entire door way.
Willie was one of the most physically imposing men anyone in the group
had ever seen. Benny looked like a midget standing beside him. The black
man was around 6'4" and built like a linebacker or boxer. He kept his
head shaved and wore a tee shirt that showed off his muscular physique.
He started shaking hands with everyone causing many to wince.
"This is my wife Terri," said Jerry, introducing her to the black man.
Terri felt her hand disappear in Willie's much larger one. He stared
right in her eyes and told her Girls Sucking Black Dick Interracial Sex Creampie Only a men's mag will use the sexy ones and what men's mag is
gonna run a story about a romance writer?"
Tracy had thought about getting some sexy pictures done for her husband
to rekindle his fires, but hadn't been brave enough to go through with
it. "I'll want to approve them before you send them off and I'd like
copies."
"No problem."
"But like I said, it's too small and quite revealing."
"I understand what your saying. I'll send Suzie in."
Tracy went back inside the the dressing room feeling her restrained
breasts bounce with every step. She sat down again and admired herself.
The girls had done her hair to make her look like a vixen and with the
bikini she looked like an adult film star. The crotch was still soaked
and she could feel her clit throbbing with desire. What the hell was
wrong with her? She was practically climbing the walls with horniness.
Suzie came in with something. She kneeled by Tracy and plugged it in.
"What are you doing?" asked Tracy. "Where's the new bikini?"
Suzie tested the razor. "There isn't one. That bikini is sized to fit
you and it looks great on you."
"It's obscene."
"That's why I'm here." Suzie sprayed some shaving cream in her hand and
applied it to Tracy's crotch as she pulled the woman's bikini asside.
"Stop, you can't shave me. What will my husband think? Ooooh" The girl
had already applied the razor to the exposed hair and the vibrations
felt incredible.
"He'll love it and I'm only gonna shave the sides so that it doesn't
stick out. Your red-blonde color is too unique to shave off completely."
Tracy watched, breathing heavy as her hairy bush was transformed into a
thin strip of hair. The vibrations were driving her mad and Suzie seemed
to be taking her time running the razor along the sensitive nub at the
bottom. Tracy gripped the bench, her knuckles turning white. "Aaagh,"
she cried as she came. Her fluids coated Suzie's hand. "Oh my god, I'm
sorry." Tracy was red from head to toe with embarrassment.
"It happens, it's nothing. Now go get'em."
Tracy looked around for a robe or anything, but there was none. She
turned to leave, exiting the room as Suzie looked in the mirror and
brought her hand up to her mouth. She looked directly in the camera and
licked off Tracy's cum.
Tracy walked right out into the chest of another large black man, just
as big and masculine as Latrell and Lamar only this man was ugly, with
big lips and a flat nose. "Mrs Lovelace, I'm Tyrone Jones, head of E&I
modeling."
"Tracy, and it's nice to meet you." Her nipples throbbed under his gaze.
Her whole body felt warm. He was wearing a well-tailored suit and she
was standing before him practically naked. She was surprised to find she
liked exposing herself to the admiring gazes of men.
"Alright people, we're moving to the beach scene," yelled Latrell.
She posed for some shots before a fake beach background, standing,
kneeling, and laying in the sand. Tyrone watched her from beside
Latrell, his intense gaze never leaving her.
"Ok, Lamar start walking up the beach," called Latrell.
Tracy shivered. She had thought she was done with Lamar and now the
arrogant bastard would see her practically naked and the thought made
her shiver again. She looked over her shoulder. Lamar was wearing a
speedo as tight and small as her bikini. He looked like an ebony god
walking towards her.
"Here's the theme," said Latrell. "Tracy your a pretty young tourist who
found true happiness in the arms of a black islander while vacationing
in the Carribean. Got it? Suzie, Carla, get some water on them."
The two girls threw buckets of water on Tracy and Lamar. Tracy jumped as
the cold water shocked her. Her already hard nipples, strained her
bikini top even more as they puffed up even bigger. She looked down her
body in horror as the water soaked into the already sheer bikini causing
it to become practically invisible.
"Lamar, take her in your arms and give her a deep, passionate kiss."
Tracy gulped as Lamar, his body glistening under the light, looked down
at her and took her in his ams. It was just like a scene from one of her
novels. His lips met hers and she felt his tongue pushing against her
lips. She held them tight until Latrell yelled, "Make it look more
real." Lamar pushed his way into her mouth and she relented, their
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in his wallet and pulled out two hundred dollar bills. He set them in
the pot. Everyone had started with one hundred dollars. Al, Bernie and
Benny had very little left, making the pot just under seven hundred
dollars.
"I'll see what she says," said Jerry standing up."
He returned a few minute later with an embarrassed looking Terri. She
was wearing a robe and her hair was mussed from going to bed. She
couldn't look any of the men in the eye until her husband told her about
the bet. She stared at him in horror. "No way."
"I can assure you that I'm clean and disease free. If it helps, I can
sweeten the pot a little more." Willie took out three more one hundred
dollar bills.
"Terri, that's almost one thousand dollars," said Jerry.
"Why don't we make it one thousand even then," said Willie. He reached
over and pushed the other three men's remaining money in.
"Hey, that's mine," said Benny.
"Shut up," said Willie and Benny shrank in his seat. "One thousand
dollars, but you have to give every man here a blow job to completion."
Terri just stared at the pot until her husband pulled her into the
kithen. "Here's the deal," he said. "I have two high pair and a good
shot at a full boat. If we win, half the money is yours or we can take a
vacation. If I lose, you spend a couple minutes getting a black guy off,
but you get to see Al also."
Terri shivered. Willie was good looking and had a magnificent body, but
he was still black. "Did you see all that money in his wallet? He's
probably a drug dealer."
"No, he works with Bernie at the water department. Think honey, that's
five hundred dollars each."
There was a lot Terri could do with five hundred dollars and she did
desperately want to see Al's dick. Plus now, she'd get to see three
other penises. Some of the stories she had read in the interracial forum
flashed into her head unbidden. She didn't believe the stories for a
minute, but after reading half the magazine, she couldn't help thinking
about it. Terri was starting to feel her nipples hardening. "Ok, but
you'd better win again."
Jerry patted his wife's shoulder and they walked back out to the table.
Willie looked expectant. Al looked shocked. Bernie looked like he was
drooling and Jerry thought that since his wife had thrown him out, he
might be starving for some sex. Poor, shy, Benny looked like he wished
he were somewhere else. "Terri has agreed to the terms."
"I have some other conditions. You must remove that robe and you do us
each down here with the others watching. If you can't get any man off
within fifteen minutes, you forefit your body for the rest of the
evening.
Terri shrugged. Fifteen minutes was no problem. She could do Jerry in
five and had practised all week. She also had developed an enjoyment for
showing off her body. "That's fine, but I get to use my hands. Lets get
this over with."
"How many cards?" asked Willie to Jerry.
"One." Willie slid it over to him and he looked at it. It wasn't the
face card he had been hoping for. He had just two high pair.
"One for me too." The black man drew the card and didn't even look at
it. "What do you got?"
"Two pair. Kings and Jacks."
Willie flipped his over. "Four aces." Jerrys heart sank as Willie
scooped the pot up and placed the hundreds back in his wallet. "Now lets
see what you got," said Willie to Terri.
Terri was shocked. She hadn't expected Jerry to lose. She had already
spent the money in her head. She glanced at her husband and then undid
the belt to her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was nude
underneath. She had a large, full bosom, trim, fit waist, and kept her
pussy trimmed along the sides to fit into her bikini.
"Nice. Now who wants to go first," said Willie.
All the men stood around silently until Bernie looked up at Willie. "May
I go?"
"You may," said Willie.
"What do I do?" Bernie asked.
"Go over to the couch and sit down. Let the bitch crawl to you. That's
where women belong, on their knees servicing men."
Terri rolled her eyes. Willie was a real arrogant bastard. And who made
him the leader. All the men seemed to be defering to him. She felt sick
at the thought of putting the black man in her mouth, but was a little
excited a seeing all her husband's friend's penises. She was even a
little aroused. Jerry would have a good time tonight when this was over.
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Latrell snapped away. "These are great," he said. "You'd be a first
class model if you ever gave up writing. Now lets bring in the male
model."
"What? No one said anything abut there being a male model," she said
surprised.
"Come on in Lamar," yelled Latrell. "Yeah, we're doing some solo's of
you and then some romance shots with Lamar, just like the covers of your
books. We're doing several scenes to submit to different magazines. Ah,
here's Lamar now."
Tracy turned to look at the model. It wasn't what she expected. Lamar
wasn't a skinny pretty boy like most models. He was a hulking brute,
bigger then Latrell or any other man she had seen. He was dressed in
tight leather pants with holstered pistols, an open vest covered a bare
chest rippling with muscles, he wore a cowboy hat over long kinky hair
and he was the blackest man she had ever seen.
"What do you think?" asked Latrell.
"He's certainly good-looking, but he's black."
"So am I, you got something against black men?"
"No, not at all," she stammered out flustered. "It's just the character
in my book is white."
"That don't matter. We ain't using this for the cover, that's for the
artist. These are just promo shots."
"Well I guess it's ok then."
"Lamar Jefferson," said the black giant towering over her when he joined
them."
"Tracy Hardcastle." He was certainly handsome, like a black Fabio with a
chiseled jaw and long curly hair that fell down his back.
"Lets get to work," said Latrell. "I'm switching to black and white, so
it'll look like those old time photo pictures." Latrell posed them. Her
sitting, with Lamar holding a rifle standing behind her, Lamar sitting
at the table with a poker hand while she stood over him, and one of her
dancing n the table as he sat with his boots up. "These are great. Now I
want to do some romance-cover shots. Tracy go up to him and put your
hand on his chest."
Tracy did, a shiver coursing through her body as her little hand touched
his rock-hard chest. He placed his hand in the small of her back and
stared into her eyes as Latrell took some pictures. Tracy got lost in
his piercing dark eyes. She never lost eye contact as he bent her
backwords, leaning over her. She was barely aware of him undoing the top
buttons of her dress and folding the flaps back so it looked like she
had the ripped bodice common to thousands of romance novels. His eyes
were hypnotic, promising endless nights of passionate love-making.
"...Tracy, Tracy." It was Latrell talking. She broke eye contact.
"Tracy, it's time to take off your dress."
"What?" she snapped out of her trance.
"Your wearing the knickers aren't you?" the photograher asked. She
nodded. "I want some sexier pictures. It's not like knickers show off a
lot. Let your dress fall to the floor."
"I'll help you," said Lamar. His skillful hands were already unlacing
her dress before he had finished and soon she was wearing her
old-fashioned white underwear as she stepped out of the hoop skirt.
"Lamar, take off your shirt, but leave the hat and guns on. Girls, get
Tracy a glass of water she looks flushed."
*****************
"I've read all your books Mrs Lovelace," said Suzie as she removed
Tracy's pirate costume.
"Call me Tracy," she mumbled still in a daze.
The day had been a blur. They had done many scenes over the
last few hours. Lamar had taken her
passionately in his arms, her body rubbing his bare chest as Latrell
took the pictures. Several poses had been odd, but she liked them.
Latrell had taken many of her kneeling at Lamar's feet, one of her
looking up at him adoringly with her arm wrapped around his thigh, and
other submissinve poses. It was in one of these that she had first seen
the outline of his penis. It bulged out his leather pants, the tip
nearly touching his knee, longer even and bigger then Latrell's bulge.
At first she hadn't believed it, but then it moved under his pants an
she had gasped in amazement. After that, she had switched to a princess
costume and posed alone and then it was as pirates with a bare chested
Lamar again.
It was as pirates that she decided she didn't like Lamar though she was
somewhat in awe of him. She was kneeling like a captured wench when she
noticed his penis had swelled up. Latrell noticed too. "Tracy, I need
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"A bets a bet man. She couldn't get me off in twenty minutes, so her
body belongs to me now."
"No way was that twenty minutes."
Terri worked her jaw around. It had felt like hours. "Look at the time,"
said Willie. It was 12:45. "Al left when we started at midnight."
'Good god,' thought Jerry, a fortyfive minute blow job. What had he
gotten his wife into?
Terri watched fascinated as Willie placed his cock head on her pussy
lips. They glistened, she was so wet. Terri had been so intent on
blowing him, she hadn't realized how horny she was. Her nipples stood
out like tiny cocks and her pussy lips appeared engorged. "Oh fuck," she
cried as Willie pushed the head in. "It's so thick, you're ripping me in
two." Willie began bucking his hips, sliding more in with each thrust.
"Oh fuck, your cock is big. Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck me with your big cock.
Fuck my pussy with your big black cock. I'm cumming." Terri screamed out
as a tremendous orgasm rocked her body.
Jerry had never heard his wife talk like this. He walked forward so that
he could see better. Willie was only fucking her with a little more then
half his cock.
"I've never been fucked like this" said Terri as soon as she could talk.
"Oh god," I'm cumming again. Fuck me Willie."
Jerry had already felt sick when he saw how willingly she seemed to
swallow his sperm. Now Willie had turned her multi-orgasmic. Jerry found
it hard enough to make sure Terri came once, but twice and they had just
started.
"Ow, oh god. Your too deep. It hurts." She had taken around ten inches
when it started getting sore.
"I want you to take it all," said Willie. Terri didn't answer. She
looked at the remaining two inches sticking out of her pussy and nodded
yes.
Willie drew back and slammed his hips forward burying his cock in her
pussy.
Jerry watched his wife wince in pain. After that, her expression slowly
turned dreamy and she smiled. That's when Willie really started fucking
her. He held her legs spread wide, fucking her with the entire length of
his cock. Terri seemed incapable of talking anymore. She just held her
lower lip in and was gripping the couch cusions so hard her knuckles
were white. She appeared to really be into it. She was raising her hips
up to math his thrusts. Sweat was breaking out on her forehead and every
now and then her eyes would roll up in her head as she came again.
Willie released her legs and they wrapped around his large waist. Jerry
couldn't see them fucking anymore. He just saw them grinding their
crotches together as Willie worked his cock around in her pussy. Willie
bellowed and Jerry watched his muscular ass cheeks flex as the black man
came deep inside Terri's unprotected pussy. Jerry heard his wife let out
a little scream as she came again.
When Willie pulled out, Terri appeared passed out. Her legs were spread
open and sperm was pouring out of her splayed open pussy. Jerry watched
as her pussy lips closed only a little, and he wondered if sex would
ever be the same.
Nude, his pendulous penis swinging between his legs, Willie walked over
and drained his beer. "Why don't you take Bernie home for me? I'll take
care of your wife while you're gone."
Bernie had gotten a beer watching Willie and Terri fuck on the couch. He
was drunk again after being sober for months. Jerry helped his friend
out to the car and drove him to the cheap motel he was staying in since
his wife threw him out. When Jerry got home, the living room was empty,
and he could see a large puddle of sperm by the couch. The bed upstairs
was squeaking and thumping against the ceiling above his head. Willie's
stamina was as amazing as his cock.
Jerry flipped the sperm soaked cushon on the couch and made himself a
bed. He went upstairs to get a pillow and blankets and peeked inside his
bedroom. The sight which greeted him would give him nightmares. Terri
was lying on her arms with her ass thrust up. Her face was white and she
appeared to have been crying. Now, she looked like she was in heaven as
Willie worked more then half his cock around in her ass.
*******************
Luckily, Terri had been sill groggy from cumming so much when Willie
carried her upstairs and threw her on the bed. He raised her ass up and
began coating the rim with lotion from a bottle she kept on her dresser.
He worked his finger inside her Milf Black Cock her lips were kissing his
pubes.
Tracy remained like that for close to a half hour, cumming constantly.
Just when she thought she couldn't cum anymore, his cock exploded in her
pussy, waves of sperm striking deep into her womb giving her a
mind-blowing orgasm. She could feel his swollen cock-head sending jet
after jet inside her, his thick cock acting like a cork keeping his
sperm deep inside.
Lamar pulled out, his sperm flowing out behind it. She immediately
missed his cock but another set of hands replaced his on her ass cheeks.
She couldn't look back with Tyrone busy fucking her mouth, but she
assumed it was Latrell. She couldn't see him, just Suzie on her left
filming the blowjob with a video camera and Carla had walked behind her
with another camera earlier.
Another long, thick shaft rested between her ass cheeks, moving down,
but it stopped before it reached her pussy. Instead, she felt pressure
against her anus as he pressed down on it. Tracy's eyes widened with
fear at the thought of getting ass-fucked. Her sphincter opened slowly
stretching wide around the probing cock-head. She opened her mouth, her
scream muffled by Tyrone's cock, just as it filled her mouth with sperm.
Tracy gulped wildly, but lost control from the pain in her ass. Sperm
sprayed her face, hair, dribbled down her chin and she still swallowed
what felt like a glass full. By the time he was done cumming, the pain
in her behind was fading.
Tracy looked behind her as Tyrone moved out of her way. It was indeed
Latrell slowly fucking her ass with another huge cock. He had
thoughtfully coated his shaft with lubricant and it helped make it easy
on her. It didn't take long for her to start pushing back into his
thrusting cock. "Fuck my ass with that black cock," she growled.
Amazingly enough, Lamar was walking over to her stroking his cock to
full erection again. He kneeled in front of her, her eyes crossing as
she stared down his monster shaft. It did appear to be fourteen inches
and she couldn't imagine how she and taken the whole thing.
"Your wimp husband ever fuck that sweet ass?" he asked.
"No," she replied kissing his cock-head. "I've never taken him in my
mouth either."
"What a pussy he is. Thank me for teaching you about black cock."
"Thank you for teaching me about..." It was the last thing she said that
day as Lamar pushed his cock into her mouth.
The last thing Tracy remembered was Suzie crawling between her legs and
licking her clean. Carla kissed and licked around her face trying to get
any drop of sperm the black men had left on her, but by then Tracy was
to tired and sore to feel them or to be disgusted by what they were
doing.
The girls helped her shower and dress, promising her that they would get
Latrell to destroy the film of her having sex, then the limo took her
home. The muscular black driver demanded a blow job from her and she
complied. She was worn out, her belly still full of sperm, but she
enthusiastically sucked on his huge shaft. She was filled with a desire
to service these men that made her ignore her own soreness and other
needs.
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Tracy clamped her lips down around the spasming black cock of her new
publisher. She had re-read her book and decided it was complete crap, as
were all her books. She had written them before she knew anything about
real sex. She erased "throbbing manhood" and replaced it with "massive,
rampant cock". It still didn't ring truthfull, so she made the cowboy
black. Her character was a little too gentle for her now, so she made
him more dominant. She typed out, "Missy was pursing her lips, expecting
a kiss, when the black cowboy put his hands on her shoulders, pushing
down. Confused, she fell to her knees before him staring at his
trousers. Something moved under them, something long and thick."
Her publisher loved the re-write. However, he suggested she tone it down
early in the book and not mention the hero was black. "Hook your readers
with the plot before heating up the action. Your readership is mostly
young, married housewives, and you need to draw them in before shocking
them."
"You're right of course," she said checking out the bulge under his
pants as he stood up.
He came around before her and leaned against his desk. "You should also
research your stories as much as you can."
"I am sir," she said smiling as she unbuttoned his pants.
The End 
My Wife Is A Black Cock Slut
"Yeah, it was actually a pretty hot dream. I woke up with an erection."
"I'm surprised it doesn't bother you."
"It was just a dream. I know you love me and would never cheat on me."
"That's right, though..."
"What?"
"I wouldn't mind seeing it. I would never sleep with him, but I'd love
to see a big cock. Yours is the only one I've seen outside of
magazines."
"He might be willing."
"What? To show it to me? Al, Jerry tells me your dick is eight inches.
May I see it? I don't think so."
"Think about it. He's only been with Shelly and they've been together as
long as we have. He's probably looking for some variety. I know he finds
you attractive. His eyes practically popped out of his head last year at
the beach when you wore that string bikini. Would you be willing to
touch it?"
"There's nothing wrong with that I guess."
"How about if I pretend to be short of money at our next poker game
which is at our house and I offer you up to give him a hand job."
"I haven't done that since you took my virginity."
"Think about it. You would get to touch it and see it squirt. Plus, it
wouldn't be cheating. Why don't you practice on me." Jerry rested his
hands on Terri's shoulders and pushed down.
Terri fell to her knees and unbuttoned his pants. She took his hard dick
out. "Oh Al, it's so big. I can't wait to see it squirt." She spit in
her hand and started coating her husband's cock with it. When she was
done, she began fisting it.
"Oh yeah baby, stroke that big cock. It's been so long since another
woman has touched it."
Terri leaned forward and kissed the head. She didn't take her lips off
her husband's penis. Instead, she started licking it and soon was
sucking on the tip.
"Hey this isn't part of the bet."
She stopped and said, "my arm was tired." then returned to sucking it.
Soon she was gagging as Jerry erupted in her mouth. She held her throat
and mouth closed and ran to the bathroom.
"Sorry, I lost control," he said when she returned after brushing her
teeth.
"Yuck," she said. "You know I hate that. This fantasy must really turn
you on."
"Yeah, so do you want to make it a reality?"
Terri nodded. "Lets see how it goes on poker night."
"What are you going to do if our arm gets tired with Al?"
"When you think about it, a blow job is just touching it with my mouth
as opposed to my hand. I might suck on it a bit just to hurry him up."
"That's ok with me."
The rest of the week, they fucked like rabbits and Terri sucked on his
dick to get him ready every night. It was almost as if she were
practising.
********************
"Matt can't come. It's his anniversery or something."
"Damn," said Jerry into the phone. "I was really looking forward to this
week's game. Can you think of anyone else?"
"I might be able to find someone. My partner might be up for it."
"See what you can do." Jerry hung up the phone and told his wife the bad
news. He had been talking to Bernie, who wanted to play as bad as Jerry.
He was having tough times at home and his wife had thrown him out. Rumor
had it she was sleeping with another man, but Bernie had never seen him.
Bernie called back a few minutes later and the game was on."
********************
The first to arrive was Al, who liked to sit around and talk before the
other guys showed up. Terri was nervous and avoided him, saying she had
to get the men's food and beer ready.
Benny arrived next. He was an accountant and his appearance fit his job.
He was small, skinny, nerdy, and wore glasses. He was soon followed by
Bernie who looked horrible. His recent troubles with his wife were
related to a couple incidents drinking and that supposedly led her into
the arms of another man. "This is Willie. He works with me at the water
department." Bernie moved out of the way and a giant black man appeared
taking up the entire door way.
Willie was one of the most physically imposing men anyone in the group
had ever seen. Benny looked like a midget standing beside him. The black
man was around 6'4" and built like a linebacker or boxer. He kept his
head shaved and wore a tee shirt that showed off his muscular physique.
He started shaking hands with everyone causing many to wince.
"This is my wife Terri," said Jerry, introducing her to the black man.
Terri felt her hand disappear in Willie's much larger one. He stared
right in her eyes and told her Dark Secret Video Tracy," said Latrell taking a closeup of her face liplocked
with Lamar's. "We're almost through. Why don't you kiss down his chest."
Tracy did as she was told facing the camera as she kissed his had torso.
"Keep going down." She moved lower, kissing his perfect black six-pack
abs, more defined then any man she'd ever seen.
Tracy glanced down at his crotch as she neared his navel. She stopped in
shock at the sight of his bulge. His penis had stretched out the bathing
suit so much, she could see part of it's flesh. The thing had to be
immense. "Like what you see?" whispered Lamar. "That big black cock is
the perfect pussy pleaser for white sluts like you."
Tracy wondered if Latrell knew what a foul mouthed pervert he had
working for him. Still, she also had to wonder if what he said was true.
I made her panties juice up just looking at it. "Kneel again," said
Latrell, "and look up at him like he is the most incredible man you've
ever seen."
"That should be easy," whispered Lamar. "I am the most incredible man
you've ever seen." Damn him, but he was right. The arrogant bastard was
incredible.
"Shit Lamar," said Latrell. "Can't you do something about that big cock
of yours? Tracy, put your hand over it again."
Tracy put her hand on it. This time just the thin material seperating
her hand from his penis. "Latrell, it will look like I'm touching it."
"You are touching it," whispered Lamar.
"Just keep it covered Tracy. I can touch it up if the picture looks to
revealing. After all, what kind of magazine would use pictures like
that?" Latrell went back to snapping pictures.
"I bet you missed touching it. You like having a real man's cock in your
hands don't you?"
"Shut up," she whispered back through gritted teeth. He was right, but
she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing she was
infatuated with his penis. She really wanted to see it fully erect. It
was moving under her hand, all bunched up, and trying to break free.
Jesus, but it had to be over a foot long.
"Alright, lets do a love scene. Last scene of the day." Latrell loaded
more film while Suzie spread out a blanket on the sand.
Tracy fell back on the blanket trying to avoid looking at Lamar. Dozens
of tripod mounted cameras were aimed at her, some even looked like video
cameras. Tyrone was looking at her through one.
"Ok," said Latrell, "first couple shots, I want you both laying on your
sides facing me. Tracy in front. Leon put your arms around her. The two
maneuvered into position and Lamar pushed his crotch against her ass.
Luckily, Latrell ended that pose quickly. "Lamar kiss down her body now
and then climb on top of her."
The handsome black model slowly kissed down her neck, stopping at the
top of her bosom, planting several on her impressive cleavage. For once,
he showed some gentlemanly behaviour and skipped over her breasts
kissing down her belly. Each kiss sent a wave of heat through her body
and her belly spasmed at each touch of his lips. He was a jerk again on
his final kiss, slipping his tongue into her belly button.
Lamar climbed on top, completely engulfing her body. He rested his
crotch on hers, grinding them together. It was getting her so turned on,
she could feel her labia parting with desire, as if it were opening for
him. Her head was buried in his chest, but Tracy turned to say,
"Latrell, I'm uncomfortable with the idea of anyone seeing these
pictures."
"Oh," he set the camera down. "Why didn't you say something earlier.
These don't have to be so graphic. I'll need some more shots, but we can
cover you up so thatit looks like you're making love under a blanket on
the beach."
Carla made as if to throw a blanket over them and Lamar jumped up, "wait
a second, I need to adjust my cock."
Suzie turned Tracy's head away from Lamar while he adjusted himself. She
touched up Tracy's make up until Lamar climbed under the covers with
her. He didn't come in close contact with her body at first, just
keeping his hands on her hips gently massaging them. His knee forced its
way between her legs until she parted them and he kneeled between them.
Lamar slowly leaned down bending his back so that he could kiss her
while bringing his crotch back up to hers. His penis touched her thigh
and just as she realized he had removed his swimsuit, his mouth covered
hers before she could say anything.
Her labia was parting again, her