my darling cuck hubby.

***This story has been removed due to publication with Stupid Fish Productions.  If you're interested in viewing this story, you can find it in the anthology, "Tonight, She's Yours." at http://www.amazon.com/Tonight-Shes-Yours-Cuckold-Fantasies-ebook/dp/B01ABHG2KI/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8*** 

SPICY TEASER:

"The underwear too, Cuck," the Bull states in an rumbling bass, calling my husband by a short form of the nickname, Cuck Hubby.  I watch him hesitantly slide the boxers over his hips, and kick them to the floor.  His white cock is already engorged and twitching, when Black Master cages him.  It's exactly how it sounds.  He takes a small cage, built specifically for cuckolding fetish enthusiasts, and fastens it over my hubby's small cock.  Not that I would call it that on any other day, but clearly I am getting into the role play as well.  This game is about satisfying a different kind of urge for my husband; one not entirely physical.  He won't need his cock while the Black Bull's here.

black history lesson.

I find my substitute teacher so sexy.

I can't help it.  I love black men.  He's up there, lecturing in his velvety voice, and I can't hear anything but dirty things coming out of his mouth.  I'll take words the wrong way, hear words like "next" as "sex", or "shock" as "cock", and I even mistakenly, perhaps hopefully, hear him say my name.  He's saying something like "darker".  Which, considering the situation, is sexy in itself, as well.

"Miss Parker?"  The deep, rumbling voice again.  But, actually saying my name this time.

"Yes, sir?"

"Do you have a minute?"  I approach his desk apprehensively, while the rest of the students file out.  I'm almost scared to get near him, for fear I might do something rash.  When the last person leaves, he shuts the door behind them.  I look at his tight ass through his slacks.  He turns around.

"I want to talk to you about your last few submissions," Mr. Tanner says.  Submissions, hmm.  I would gladly submit to him.  I take a breath.  Since he's become my teacher, my marks have been slipping, and I know it.  But, I can't concentrate, no longer how hard I try.  All I do is stare at him all class, looking from his chiselled jaw, to his broad shoulders, to his thick, muscular thighs... I'm unreasonably, illogically attracted to him.  It's as if he holds some sort of control over me.  Suddenly, Mr. Tanner looks at me expectantly.  Uh, oh.  Did he ask me a question?

"Sorry?"

"That's what I'm talking about.  Your uncanny ability to drift off in class."

"Right."

"Is it that you're not being challenged enough?  Or, is the class moving too quickly for you, since I've taken over?"  You can take me over anytime.  

"The problem isn't the class, sir."

"Then, what is it?"

"I..."  I glance to his chest.  I picture the defined pecs underneath his button down shirt.  I picture him wet, for whatever reason; wet and glistening, with beads of water falling down his dark, smooth contours.  I force my eyes back up to his.  "I'll try harder."  Mmm, harder.  He takes a slow step towards me, and I feel my pussy strain.

"You can tell me.  Is there a problem at home?  You seemed to be doing alright in the class until very lately, when there's been a sharp dip in your grades."

"I... Maybe, I need some after class mentoring."

"Mentoring?"

"Um... yeah.  Maybe I need something a little more... one-on-one," I venture, looking up into his big, chocolatey eyes.

"Alright.  I hear you.  What did you have in mind?"

"Well..." I gather my courage, and step directly in front of his large, intimidating figure.  "Let me show you."

I have to stand on my toes to reach his mouth.  I place my hands on his smoothly shaved face, and part my lips to take his thick bottom lip into my mouth.  He lets me finish the kiss, but interrupts a second one.  "I'm your teacher, Miss Parker."

"My substitute.  And, I think you can call me Janine," I whisper, before I take his earlobe into my mouth.  "And, this is not about getting a better grade.  Trust me,"  I add, kissing his strong, ebony neck, then finding his lips again.  He reciprocates now, opening his mouth to give me his muscular, warm tongue.  I can feel the power of his jaw, the strength of his large hands, as he places one on my cheek, and the other on the back of my neck. I grow wet between my legs, at the heavy, controlling feeling of his hands on me.  I couldn't get away from this six and a half foot, granite carved pillar of a man if I tried.  But, let me clarify, I have never wanted to be anywhere more in my life.  

"Then, what is it about?"  He continues questioning me in his warm bass, weighty hand still on my neck.

"I want you," I say, all intense sincerity.  I'm melting vanilla ice cream in his hands.  His mouth moves down my neck, towards my chest.

"And does this white girl get everything she wants?"  Tension in my pussy again at the words "white girl".  I want to deny it, but I probably do get most of what I want.  White privilege, and all that.

"Yes," I try.  What will he think of that?  That I'm a little brat, or a driven young woman?  His warm, wet mouth moves down my open blouse.  He unclasps a button, and I almost can't believe where this is going.  

"And what exactly do you want?"  He presses.  I moan, immediately picturing his big black cock.  But, I can't say it.  Can I?  I'm speechless, having never spoken in this way before. He continues to unbutton my shirt, and kisses me deeply on the mouth as he kneads my lace covered breast through my open shirt.  "Tell me what you want," he insists.

"I..."  He plunges his tongue down my throat, holding the nape of my neck in the grip of one strong hand.  My pussy floods moisture.

"Suddenly so shy.  Eh, white girl?"  He aggressively kisses my neck, and peels my bra up over my tits, so that they are exposed under it.  He bends his tall frame to suck on my small breasts while he unbuttons his own shirt.  "I know what you want."

"Mmm.  Yeah?"  Please don't make me say it.  Am I even allowed to say things like that?  Is it racist?  My eyes unconsciously go from the exposed dark sliver of chest down to his bulge, which has noticeably grown through his slacks in the past few minutes.  It's hypnotizingly large already, and I doubt that he's fully hard.  I tear my eyes away from it, raising them to meet his.  He watches me the whole time.  

He suddenly turns me around so that I'm facing the desk, heavy hand on my throat, and mouth hissing in my ear.  

"Do you want it?"  He presses his cock against my ass.  I can clearly feel his erection through my skirt now, and I'm so wet that I'm conscious I'm actually dripping down my leg.  

"Mmm, yeah."

"Do you?"  He barks, humping his hips into my butt.   

"Ohh, god.  Yeah."  I hear him unzip his fly behind me, and a strong hand on my back bends me over the desk.  I hastily pull down my underwear, but they only make it to my knees.  Then, I feel his dick.  I'm incredibly wet and ready, but only part of it will enter me at first.  

"Tell me what you want, white girl."  He's prompting me, repeatedly mentioning my colour, but I still can't say it.  It feels so fucking sexy when he taunts me though, and my pussy tenses every time.  Like it's bad.  I'm not supposed to like it.  I'm not supposed to like big, black dicks.  

He fills me completely, but I know he hasn't even given me half yet.  He grabs my little ass, and bobs the tip of his dick into my dripping pussy.  I stay splayed out on the desk, grabbing the edge of the desk, knocking some paperwork to the floor.  I moan desperately, punctuated with each quick thrust.  He then grabs my shoulders, pulling me upright, giving me more of his thick cock.  He pumps into me deeper now, forearms across my bare chest, and I squeal, beside myself with pleasure.  His mouth grazes my ear again, and I feel my pussy drip down my leg.  

"Is this what you want?  Hmm?"

"Ohh.  God.  Yeah," I manage, with each thrust.

"Yeah?"  He insists.  He reaches down to my clit, lifting my skirt to rub it frantically.  His mouth sucks on my neck.  I feel him fill me.

"Fuck!  Yeah!"  He gives me more, almost his full length, now. It's so big, it can't help but hit my g-spot.  

"You want my big, black dick, don't you?"

"Yes!  Fuck!"

"Say it."

"Fuck!  Yes!"

"Say what you want."  

"I want your dick!"

"Yeah?"  This encourages him.  He gives me the whole fucking thing, putting me in a vice-like embrace, ramming me from behind.  I feel my small tits shake with each aggressive pounding.  "You want this black dick, don't you?"

"Yes!  Fuck!"

"Say you want my big, black dick."

"Fuck!  I want your big, black dick!"  Oh god, here it comes.  I feel myself let him in.  Really let him in.  I'm coming.  I'm coming on his big, black dick.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!"  

He flips me around; I'm still gasping.  He backs me up onto the desk, the edge cutting into my bare ass, another binder crashing to the floor in the process.  His smooth, glistening chest heaving with laboured breath.  He grabs my hips, lifting me onto the edge of the desk, my leg wrapping around his tight ass, his cock slipping inside me easily now, despite its size.  I groan as he re-enters me.  

"Did you come, white girl?  Hmm?  Did you come on this big, black dick?"  He starts thrusting again, giving it to me slowly now, really laying into me, so that I can feel every inch of his enormous cock.  His face looms over mine, his large, powerful jaw hanging slightly open in concentration.  I groan loudly.  "Your little white pussy feels so... fucking.  Good."  Each word with a very deliberate thrust.  Fuck, I love it when he talks like that.  Fuck me, you Nubian God.  I'm all yours.  I'm your white slut who creams over black dicks.

He does, sending my ecstatic moans up into the echo of the lecture hall.  Suddenly, he slows down, grunts loudly, and pulls out.  He holds his massively thick black cock in his hand, jerking it for a second, before spurting hot liquid all over my bare tits and mid drift.

Leaning over me and the desk, weight in his large hands, Mr. Tanner catches his breath.  I saucily notice the pool of come between my breasts, and use a finger to draw an "A+" in it.  He looks up, chuckling through his heaving breath.  

"I thought this wasn't about the grades."

personal trainer.

I decided to hire a personal trainer.

Not that I'm necessarily out of shape, but I lack the motivation to get out, and get some exercise on a daily basis.  I need a new experience, some encouragement, and perhaps some tough love.  A kick in the pants.  That's where Dante comes in.

I was perusing profiles of trainers at the gym near my house.  My goodness!  The bodies.  It makes sense, since a completely ripped physique is their main method of promoting their services, but holy cow!  My eyes went directly to Dante.  A brown skinned powerhouse with an equally glowing resume.  He looked like he had a kind face.  But, let me tell you, the face was not the first thing I noticed when I met him.

After booking an appointment through the gym, I showed up in my new lululemons, ready to sweat.  His physique towered over me, both vertically and horizontally, standing at least six feet, with broad shoulders and a thick neck, as well.  His chocolatey skin glistened under the fluorescent lights, with an equally glossy bic'd head.  More intimidating than the pictures online, his warm smile instantly softened his hard jawline.  "Ready to work?"  He says in a deep, warm baritone.
"More than I'll ever be!"  I gulp, as he leads me to the workout room.  This man in the epitome of sex, I think, as I watch his muscular ass move, as he walks.  Every part of him ripples and shines.  I want to have that ass in more ways than one.

He starts me with some cardio, to warm me up.  He takes control of the treadmill's speeds and inclines, whereas I'd usually be too easy on myself.  I find myself eager to impress, despite the fact that I've never run longer or faster in my life.  "This is just the warm up?!"  I gasp.
"You're doing great," he chuckles warmly.  "I think you can do far more than you give yourself credit for."  His smile flashes.  I believe him.  Already, I'm impressed with myself.  I put myself in his hands.
Dante walks me through some squats, lunges, and crunches.  You would think that I would wimp out, but I remain determined to leave a good impression on him.  My legs and ass burn, and just when my muscles are shaking so badly that I think I might collapse, he gives me some more encouragement.
"You must be so proud of yourself.  You're really nailing this!"  Interesting choice of words, I think, my eyes drifting down to the bulge in his shorts.  "We're going to do some ball work, now."
"Pardon?!"
"Work with the exercise ball.  It's really great for the core.  I'll show you."
"Oh!  Of course."

When my hair is plastered to my moist face, and my shirt is practically transparent with sweat, Dante decides to call it a day.
"You'll have a body like mine in no time," he affectionately jokes.
"Mmmmm..."  He looks at me funny.  Did I say that out loud?
"The showers are that way.  Great work today!"
"Thanks!  Should I get your number, or..."
"You can book another appointment at the front desk.  Look forward to working with you again," he says, extending a large hand.
"Right.  Yes.  Thanks!"

I remove my clothing, and step into the stream.  I begin to soap myself, bending to wash in between my legs.  Even with all the water, I can tell.  I'm wet.  That guy turned me on so badly.  Dante.  Isn't that the name of a god or something?  Just then, I hear a knock at the stall's door.  I didn't realize anyone else was in here.
"Uh, yes?"
"Sorry, it's me.  You forgot your purse outside.  I just didn't want anyone to take it on you," Dante says in his recognizably rumbling voice.  My eyes widen.  Oh my god.  I peek out, just to make sure.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to come in here like this," he apologizes again, keeping his eyes averted.
"Wait," I say, taking a moment to behold his giant pecs again.  "Any chance I can get a different sort of workout?"  What am I doing?  I'm insane.
"Sure," he says, his eyes venturing towards me.  "We can talk about it next week, if you like..."
"I'm free, now," I suggest, pulling the curtain open.  What has come over me?
"Oh, wow," he utters, jaw dropping, but he looks away quickly, still unsure of what I'm asking.  "I can offer a variety of... regiments, if that's what you need."
"Really," I say, stepping to the edge of the stall, water dripping down my naked body.  "Tell me more about that..."
I lean towards him, still mostly in the shower stall, grab the front of his shirt, and pull him towards me.  He moves forward a step, just close enough to reach him with my mouth.  I plant a kiss on his large, supple lips, giving him my tongue, pulling his face into mine with a hand on either side of his head.  He smiles that sweet smile, and pulls his shirt over his head.  Good god.  His sculpted chest looks as if it were carved from granite.  He reaches behind him, to lock the door.
When he turns back around, I know that the bulge in his pants I saw before, was just his flaccid dick.  Now, it looks the size of my forearm.  He steps out of his shorts, revealing the massive, dark erection, and walks towards me.  Dear Dante in heaven, help me!
"I do offer a one-on-one workout that may be more to your liking," he says, eyes ogling every part of my naked form.  I push the curtain further open, stepping back to give him room in the small shower.  I have the water on cool, and my nipples are rock hard.  The stream starts to wet his miraculous body, beading attractively down his hard chest and abs.  I reach out to touch his pecs, hardly believing they're real.  But, he redirects my hand to his giant black cock.
I get the soap, using both hands to stroke him, because it's simply that big.  I lather up the shaft, creating a white frothy foam over his dark member.  My pussy moistens at the thought of me taking this giant thing inside me, feeling a smile spread across my face at the joy of even holding it in my hands.  He bends to lick my tits, water streaming down the both of us, and one of his large hands goes to my pussy.  He giant fingers play with my clit, my folds, my opening, and my head tilts back in pleasure.  I continue to stroke his dick with both of my hands around it, squeezing as hard as I can manage with the slippery soap over it.  His mouth returns to mine, as we kiss deeply and wetly in the cool water, liberally using our tongues.
Dante holds me tightly against him now, and I feel his soapy erection pressed between us.  We continue to kiss, as our hips press into each other, his big dick sliding satisfyingly over my clit.  He thrusts against me slightly, rubbing the shaft of it over and over my pussy.  I'm wild with desire for this chiseled god.  I'm ready for my workout, Dante.
I turn around, and press my ass into his erection.  He takes over, first grasping my soapy tits, then moving down to my hips, as I feel his cock probe my pussy.  I bend forward, resting my elbows on the tiled wall of the shower for leverage.  Then, he finds me.
Fuck!  Yes!  I relax to take him, and the soap helps, but he's so big that he has to work it in very slowly.  He has my hips in his big manly hands, and he bobs me on the tip of it.  He reaches around to massage my clit, as if I need anymore stimulation!  I already feel like exploding with pleasure.
"Oh god!  Fuck, yes," I utter, bending forward even more, exposing myself even more to him.  My hands inch down the wall, as he gives me more slightly more, each time he thrusts.  "Holy shit.  Yes!  God," I say with each rebound.
"Man, you're so tight.  You're hardly taking any of it right now.  I've got to work you out," he grunts.
"Oh god," I breathe.  "Give that pussy a work out."
I feel the cool stream of water on my back, and I'm bent so far forward that it falls towards my head now, re-soaking my hair.  Dante holds on tight, fucking me with the determination to get his whole cock in there.  I feel so full I could burst.  My g-spot has nowhere to hide.
"Give it to me," I say over the sound of the water.  "Give me a workout."  His cock fucks me deeper now, with an intoxicating rhythm; almost leaving me completely in between each thrust.  I don't dare move to upset the precision of it, I keep my pussy perfectly tilted towards him, and relaxed and open to keep taking it again and again.  If he keeps giving it to me, I'm going to come.  Fuck.  Oh, fuck.  It's so fucking big.  Just stay open.  Just.  Oh.  Fuck!
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!"  I let out, coming fiercely over his black dick, and he pounds me a few more times, before pulling out and coming over my ass and up my back.
I straighten, letting out a groan, rinsing myself under the shower head.  I'm not sure which workout is going to pain my body more.
"You're going to be a little sore tomorrow," he says, in his warm deep voice.  No kidding.


Where do I sign up for next week?

BBC's.

       I've been emailing with a woman.


       She responded to my post, and we've been exchanging pics.  Hannah.  She's straight and has a boyfriend, but he seems to like the fact that we are corresponding.  I've given my permission to show him my pics, but I'm not here for a threesome.  I've said that several times, now.  Apparently, he really likes white girls, though, and she keeps asking me if I like BBC's.  I ignore it, mostly because I'm not sure what she means by that.
       No, I put out a post for a woman only, for a night of passion.  Hannah reassures me that her boyfriend will not involved in our little get-together.  I say, "Great," and we book a date.

            I live with a roommate, so we decide to meet at her place.  I text her when I'm close, and she tells me the final directions.  I ring the buzzer, and Hannah opens the door, looking at fantastic as ever.  Even better than I could've imagined.
      Her tits are massive, and I can see the gorgeous round things easily, even though she's wearing what appears to be her boyfriend's baggy t-shirt.  Shockingly tiny waist, hips, and butt, making me wonder how she doesn't fall over from top-heaviness.  A very youthful, delicate face with a tapering chin, a fair complexion, and curly brown hair that falls past her shoulders.  It's slightly wet at the tips; she must have just showered.
      "Karen!" She almost sings, reaching towards me for a hug.  "So nice to meet you!" She presses her upper body against me momentarily, and her breasts feel practically boyant.
      "Oh my gosh, you too!"  I say with equal enthusiasm.  I was right; she smells fresh and flowery, like morning dew.  Makes me want to get my mouth on her.
      "Please, come in!"  She says, welcoming me into the space.  It's lived in and cozy; she picks up her wet towel from the floor as we pass by it.
      "So, you found it alright?  Let me give you the tour."  Other than the room we're standing in, there isn't much; but she shows me the substandard washroom, a tiny kitchen, and takes me toward what can only be the bedroom.  She opens the door, revealing her boyfriend John sitting on the bed.  He's quite muscular, his dark skin glistens of the bedroom lamp, and his look is expectant.
       "Uhh, hello," I manage.
       "Hey," he barely gets out before Hannah interrupts him.
       "Don't worry, he was just leaving."
       "Oh.  Whew!"  I say, in exaggerated relief.  "Sorry, just didn't expect to meet you."
       "Oh yeah, I was on my way out, but wanted to say hi first."
       "And does she live up to your expectations?"  Hannah teases.
       "Haha.  Yes, baby.  Well, three's a crowd.  I'll see you later tonight," he says in his deep baritone, kissing her on the forehead.  We hear him amble through the living room, jingle some keys, and shut the door.

       "Well!  Sorry about that.  He can be a little protective of me."
       "I don't blame him.  I wouldn't let you get away, if you were my girlfriend."
       "Haha... A drink?"  She asks nervously.  She told me in our correspondence that she hasn't been with a woman before.
       "I don't need one, but I don't mind if you need some liquid courage," I wink.
       "Right.  One minute."  She takes a little long, so I decide to remove some clothing while I wait.  I wore a matching bra and thong set for the occasion.  God, I can't wait to get my hands on those tits.  I take a seat on the wobbly bed.

       "Here I am!  Sorry to keep you wait... Wow.  Helloooo!"  I laugh at her tipsy cuteness.  She takes a final swig on her beverage, places it in the dresser, and joins me on the end of the bed.
       "Why don't I help you out of those clothes?"  I ask.
       "Mmmm.  Sure."  Hannah raises her arms, and I slowly peel the shirt off of her.  To my surprise and delight, she's wearing a sport bra.  Her two delicious breasts are squished together inside of it.  Probably to minimize the look of them.  Or because a real bra would dig into her shoulders with tits that enormous.  To be honest, I've never been with a girl with boobs this big.  Usually I go for women with a more athletic body type.
       I rub them through the bra with one hand, and I feel the nipples instantly harden.  I have her stand to unclasp the belt of her jeans; her waist is so tiny, she almost has to loop it around twice.  I unbutton the fly, and the pants slip easily over her small hips, dropping to the floor.  She giggles, perhaps out of embarrassment, and her tits shake a bit.
      "Mmmm," I moan, lusting after the sight of her in her full cotton underwear.  The bra and panties are so demure, along with the men's t-shirt she had on, despite the overt sexiness of her body.  It almost makes her more desirable, the fact that she hides her dynamite figure.  And, that you can still see it through all of her efforts.  Her body just begs to be fucked.
       I pull her small hips towards me, between my open knees, and I put my mouth on her tits, licking the nipples through the thin material of her sports bra.  Her head falls back in pleasure.  I kiss her flat stomach, her tiny waist, and I pull her underwear down to allow me access to her hips.  I hungrily kiss them, letting one hand drift around to her butt.  The other lightly touches the groomed patch of hair above her pussy.  I massage the outside of it, placing pressure on it as I continue to draw wet marks all over bra with my tongue.
      I stand to meet her small mouth, gathering the dark mass of curly hair in my hands as I give her my tongue.  She moans as I brush the hair back from her face and neck, so I take the cue, and suck on her neck awhile.  Then, I hear something.

      A creaking floor?  Does someone live above them?  No matter.  I'm about to lick her sweet pussy.
      I practically throw her onto the bed; she must weigh ninety pounds, and all boobs.  I remove my own bra and thong, and she laughs in anticipation.  She sits up to remove her sports bra, and her tits finally emerge.  Perfectly round, with large, pale pink areoles and tiny nipples.  They move around like sentient beings, being large enough to house a brain in each one.
      I crawl towards her, and she grabs a pillow for her head, and lays back, getting comfortable.  Her gorgeous breasts fall slightly to the side.  Before I begin, I can't help myself but grab them in my hands, shaking them, massaging them, and playfully batting them around.  She pinches the nipples between her fingers, and her head tilts back, eyes closed.  I kneel on the bed, my ass in the air, and take her legs in my hands, spreading them.  She points her toes as I touch each foot, groping every part of her; now her calves, and thighs.
       Her pussy is as tiny as the rest of her.  Well, except for her massive melons.  A lovely soft pink in colour, with a flowery taste.  Her clit is so minuscule that I have to search for it, even with her legs spread apart in front of me.

       The sound again, but closer.
       Hannah's eyes open momentarily, perhaps hearing it also, but I'm busy devouring her gorgeous clit.  Now that I've found it, I'm not about to let it get away.  Then, I feel something probing my ass.
       I start at the touch, turning to see John's hard black cock behind me. These two have something in common.  Enormous sex organs.
       "Hey!" I say halfheartedly, using my other hand to bat it away.  "You know I'm only here for Hannah."
       "But, I'm here for you," he growls, his deep voice registering power and authority.  "Do you like BBC's?"
       "I do!"  Hannah chimes in, closing her legs and propping herself up on her elbows.  I'm beginning to think that she isn't as innocent as she looks.
       "Big..." I search.
       "Black Cocks," he finishes.
       "Ah.  I've never really had one," I flirt, raising an eyebrow, still on my hands and knees.
       "Would you like to try one out?"  I look at Hannah, who has a satisfied smile on her face.  She certainly got me.
       "Sure," I coo.  "Since I'm here..."

        Hannah repositions herself in front of me, so that I can resume licking her.  As I lower my mouth to her,  I can feel my ass being exposed to John behind me.  I feel his thick cock again, pressing between my cheeks, then touching the wetness at my pussy with the tip of it.  I feel him begin to enter me, and I immediately know that it's the biggest cock I've ever had in my pussy.  He doesn't push it in any more, perhaps feeling it's tightness.  He wiggles it a bit, trying to encourage me to relax around it.  He presses it in a little further, and I moan into Hannah's clit.  I feel myself stretch around it, his hand now reaching below me to rub my wet clit.  He pushes it in even further, and I experience my pussy finally letting him in.  But, I look back, and see that I've barely taken half of it.
        Realizing that it's all I can fit, his hands go to my hips, and he begins to thrust, using my pussy to jerk himself off.  In reality, I'm only bobbing on the tip, but I can feel his big cock completely filling me up, and I already feel the urge to come.  My g-spot has nowhere to hide.  His bulbous head is rubbing up against it, and I feel like I could actually squirt.  I've never done it with a partner before, so I shy away from the feeling, and clench up.
        "Come on baby," he says to me.  Can he feel it?  "Let me in."
        "Ahhh... I can't!"
        "Mmmm, give me that special spot."
        "Oh god!"
        "You know you want to," he breathes.
        "Ahh!  Yes!!"  I release the tension in my pussy, and his cock presses against my g-spot, deep inside me.  I feel the uncontrollable urge to push, and I bear down on his giant black cock.
        "FUCK!!" I scream, as I feel myself squirt all over his dick, down my legs, soaking the bedding.

        He pulls out, and I groan.  My upper half collapses onto the bed.  John grabs Hannah, and gets onto top of her with his massive thing.  He fucks her quickly and harshly, her tits flying about, until he comes into her.  I wonder how her tiny body can take it, but she looks completely satisfied.
        "I'm sorry," I begin.  "I wasn't expecting to..."
        "Mmmm, don't you worry about a thing!"  She says sweetly. "We should be thanking you..."


         "BBC's," I think.  Why didn't I make the connection before?  Well, it's never too late to develop a new interest.
             

craigslist personals.

     Sometimes I browse through the craigslist personals.

 
     Mostly the "casual encounters" section.  Just for something sexy to read, I guess.  I look through the posts, the pictures, for someone that appeals to me; someone that I would consider meeting, if I was daring enough to go through with it.  I never would, considering the dangers, but the thought of contacting someone is very appealing to me.  Sometimes I jerk off just thinking about responding to one of these posts. Then I saw an interesting entry.  A woman who is "Looking for an email buddy to exchange pics and sexy stories".  I realized, that's something that I would very much want.  Relatively safe, as in, I wouldn't being putting myself in bodily harm, but exciting and dangerous, considering you don't know exactly who this person is, and what they are going to be doing with said pics.  She also expresses a similar desire, wanting to do this with a woman for those reasons, and asks to be sent a picture verifying that you are female.  I send one back in my bra and underwear without my face showing, deciding that the worst thing that could happen is that I don't get a response, and some guy blows his load over a silly picture of me in my not terribly revealing underwear.

     Almost surprisingly, she writes back.  She sends a couple pics back to me, similar to mine in that they show off her body, but are not exactly sexually explicit.  She is a fair black woman with an athletic looking body, and small perky breasts.  I ask her to do one more thing for me, to verify. That she sends another pic of herself in the same setting, doing something very specific with her hand.  Raising the pinky finger only.  She sends one back, and I can't believe my luck that I haven't been scammed in my first craigslist personals exploit.

     The first few emails, we mostly just talk.  I ask her about her dating history, what her typical day is like, where she is at in her life right now.  I find the email format very easy to be honest, and talk about things you wouldn't necessarily be able to say in person.  We send a full picture to each other, with our faces showing, but clothes on.  She has a strikingly attractive face, with a strong jawline and high cheekbones, not conventionally soft or pretty.  I'm definitely attracted to her, and I love the fact that I wouldn't necessarily pick her out of of crowd as someone I would date, but have turned out to meet this beautiful person in this different way.  When I feel good about it, I ask her to tell me about a sexy experience she had recently, as it being the supposed point of our correspondence.  I also take a selfie of me in a black lace teddy, and decide to send that along as well.

     She writes back, "A friend of mine, that sort of acts as a booty call, came over the other night.  At first I wasn't sure if he was coming over to get laid or not, but I was hoping it would lead there.  After cuddling and watching a movie together, I decided to make a move.  I casually started rubbing his leg, letting my hand drift towards his crotch.  I did it a couple times, until I felt his dick twitch under his jeans when my hand met it.  We don't kiss, or do much foreplay usually, so I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.  I took off my shirt, I was wearing a pretty purple lace bra and panties that day, just for him.  He took his shirt off as well; he has such a hot body.  I stood to take of my pants, and sat down on his lap.  I played with his cock in my hands a bit, and he massaged my tits through my bra.  I could tell he thought it was sexy, and couldn't stop smiling.  He grabbed my ass, and I lifted myself up on top of his hard dick.  I bounced on him, until I got myself off, and then he flipped me around to continue fucking me there on the couch.  He always pulls out, and came on my nice bra, but I didn't mind.  I needed it so badly, and he's a good guy, so I was feeling pretty good about it.  Hot pic, by the way.  I loved it!  I wish someone would dress up like that for me. ;)  Tell me something sexy that happened to you recently."

      I respond, "I would dress up for you for sure!  Thanks for the story.  Thinking about you in that bra is so sexy to me.  Maybe you can take a picture of yourself in it and send it to me. :)   As for the story!  My boyfriend came over the other night and said he wanted to get me off, which he loves to do.  I don't come from having sex, so he usually goes down on me beforehand.  He licks my clit, and touches the outside of my pussy, towards the bottom, and sometimes on my ass.  Lately, I've been enjoying him touching me there, so he's been playing with my ass more and more.  I love it when he puts a lubed finger inside right when I'm bearing down to come.  I have the most amazing orgasms!  I told him that I really like a full feeling down there, and that maybe he could go down on me for a while like he usually does, and then when I'm almost ready to come, give me a couple fingers.  He's tried a bit of thrusting, and shaking them almost like a vibrator, but I honestly just want something put in there right before I'm going to come.  He's been doing three fingers, then four.  Not the full length of the fingers, but still!  I absolutely love it.  So, back to the other night.  He starts to lick my pussy, and looking forward to the part when he plays with my ass, I already feel like I'm going to explode.  He starts to tickle it, and I'm about to lose my mind.  But this time, he switches to stimulating my clit with his hand, but I'm so wet it's just as good.  His other finger tickles the opening of my ass, and I can't wait for what he's going to do this time.  I feel the orgasm coming, and I let out a huge moan, letting him know.  Then, I feel something large entering my ass, and I open my eyes to see him over me, giving me his cock.  He knows by now that he doesn't need to thrust or anything.  In about five seconds of having it in there, I come harder than I ever have before, right on his cock.  He slowly takes it out, and I almost die laughing.  We both get in the shower, and I jerk him off in there.  So funny.  I wouldn't exactly consider it anal sex, but there you go! :D"

     She responds, "Wow!  That is the most amazing thing I've ever heard.  You are so great.  Nothing I could say would ever top that.  So here's the pictures you requested!  This photoshoot made for another sexy experience between me and my friend, which I'll have to tell you about another time. ;)"
She sends along about a dozen pictures of her in the purple lace underwear set, looking amazingly sexy.  When I get off later, I do it thinking of the way she looked in those pictures, and the sexual energy you could feel in them.  I feel privileged to have such an open and vivacious friend.