Small Black Dick My name is Leasa. I work in Silicon Valley at a well know software firm
as a marketing manager. I am 5'7", 118 and blonde and blue eyed. At 30
I've kept my body in good shape: 36C-24-35. Needless to say, I was
voted prettiest girl in both my high school and my college senior class.
Because of this most men have always been awkward and hesitant to
approach me. I never had to learn to say "no" because the men were
usually too insecure to approach me.
I met my husband in the Valley, fell in love and got married last fall.
Shortly thereafter a much older, black maintenance man at my company,
named Amos, started flirting with me and asking me out to lunch.
I, of course, would decline as politely and diplomatically as I could
but I always felt awkward doing so.
I told my husband about this but he would just laugh it off and joke
about it. After all, he had seen Amos and knew he was well over 60,
fat, missing a tooth or two, and just a homely man.
Then, after a few weeks of this, one day Amos kind of cornered me in one
of the hallways when no one else was around.
"Hey sweets, you ready to go to lunch wit me yet?' he asked with a big
smile showing a few missing teeth.
"Amos, now you know I'm married and...uh...you know...it
...uh...well...it wouldn't be right," I stammered. But my hesitation
just seemed to make him work harder at his objective.
"Aw, c'mon baby, give a man a break. I's just wants to take you to
lunch. Don't make an old man feel put down!" he said with this pained
look on his face.
I knew he was playing with me but still it all felt so awkward and
difficult.
"Well...I can't really..."
"Baby, just one time!" he cut me off. I tried to think fast but all I
could finally muster was:
"Now Amos you know that..." As I spoke I noticed him looking at my
breasts off and on. Slowly-I don't know how-I began to notice my
nipples becoming erect. "Damn!" I thought, I hope he doesn't notice.
But in my peripheral vision I could see they really were sticking out
prominently against the fabric of my sheer blouse.
I lost my train of thought as he looked time and time again at my
growing nipples.
"C'mon baby, ya can't says no forever," he smiled, obviously noticing my
body's inexplicable arousal.
Finally, I just ran out of energy and ideas of how to refuse.
"Well...alright...but really just once...and please...you know...this is
just as friends...ok?"
With a big smile, Amos responded: "You bet baby, just a one time date, I
know"
"DATE!!!!" I thought. This isn't a date!!! But I couldn't muster
anything that would come out of my mouth. Under this old black man's
verbal onslaught I just stood there half smiling: confused and angry I
had so easily been talked into this.
As I backed away to take leave I noticed the bulge running down the left
leg of his pants. My eye first glanced and then had to take a full look
to see if what I thought I saw was what I really saw. It was!
Amos' cock ran more than half way down to his knee and tented out from
his pants obscenely. He saw me looking but just smiled and continued
looking straight into my eyes. Then reaching over took my hand and
said: "I really, really looking forward to this Leasa baby. I know you
is too."
Somehow my hand just responded and held his Small Black Dick Black and
about thirty-five years old. He wore an expensive suit that fit his athletic
body like a glove. His hair was closely trimmed and he had a well kept
mustache. As I was staring at him he looked up from the magazine that he was
reading and looked at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and then he smiled
at me. The moment he smiled at me my pussy twitched and I felt the crotch of
my panties dampen!
I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me. I'd been a virgin when
I met my husband and while I looked at other men, in twelve years of marriage
I'd never cheated on my husband. Yet here I was sitting in an airport lounge
lusting after this handsome stranger! In the back of my mind I knew that
pursuing this man could ruin my marriage, but I was a prisoner to my own lust
and knew that whatever the consequences might be, I was going to do everything
possible to make love to this tall, Black man.
Just then I was jolted from my reverie. My husband was standing beside
me and tapping my arm. They'd started to board the plane and our seat
assignments had been called. I gave him my coldest stare and told him, "Go buy
me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter." The poor dear must have thought I was
crazy to make that request since I'd quit smoking long before I'd met him and
I'd never smoked during our years together. However, some months before he'd
admitted that he found the image of a woman smoking a cigarette very erotic.
I'm sure he was torn between his erotic dreams and the fear that we'd miss our
flight. He started to speak, possibly to ask what brand of cigarettes he
should buy, but I cut him short. "Don't you dare question my orders! Now
hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" He dropped our carry-on bags and ran down
the concourse.
The flight attendants had continued Forced Cuckold Monique Cumbang Amos, you doin' awright, man!" one said. I found myself
blushing. As I did, I could feel Amos lightly squeezing my hand.
Unbelievably, I found myself giving his hand a slight squeeze back.
"What was I doing!?!" I screamed to myself. But as I stood there
smiling demurely behind him-behaving every inch the role of his woman-I
found myself shyly looking to the floor as his buddy would occasionally
glance over from their conversation, obviously checking out my tits and
my now obscenely protruding nipples.
Why couldn't I get control of this situation I would keep thinking to
myself. But then Amos would lead me to the next buddy for a quick
intro, almost like a warrior showing newly won spoils of battle to his
countrymen.
And somehow it aroused me.
Soon Amos led me to our booth. When I sat down, rather than sitting
opposite me, he slid in beside me on my side of the booth.
As we looked at the menu, Amos once again placed his large black hand
onto my knee. After squeezing it slightly, he resumed the slow, ever so
slight stroking of my lower thigh. This obviously impressed his pals
sitting at the bar who could see from their vantage point everything
going on above and below the booth table.
I became very angry that he would show me off like his whore in this way
and decided I would put and end to it right then and there.
After mustering some courage I slowly put my hand under the table and
placed it on his. Slowly I held his hand and squeezed it gently. My
way of saying, please stop.
Amos, gently squeezed my hand back, held it for a few seconds, then
amazingly let go and proceeded to rub my thigh-even more blatantly and
higher than before! I couldn't believe it. I suddenly realized that
this uncouth and uneducated black Neanderthal misread my signal as one
of encouragement!!!
Now what could I do? I was angry and frustrated, but also somewhat
defeated. I couldn't think of how to stop this short of a confrontation
that I didn't feel up to at all considering the environment I was in and
the exhibition Amos and I had just put on for all these onlookers.
His hand was now stroking from my knee to well up under my leather
mini. He was now sliding his hand just inches from my moistened pussy.
At times he would reach under and grab a handful of my thigh, then run
his hand back down to my knee. Then up again under my skirt. Which was
slowly becoming bunched up around my waist. All the while the men at
the bar staring intently and at times whispering to each other.
I felt like some erotic night club act the way these men openly stared
at Amos' pawing of my thigh.
Then Amos looked over at me and looked into my eyes. I had no idea what
to expect as I looked into his homely old face. Without warning he
leaned over and put his thick, black African lips to mine!
"Oh my God!" my mind screamed. This can't be happening to me! No, no,
no!!! Please God, let me wake up from this nightmare!
But this was no dream to wake up from.
I could feel his thick lips pressing mine and working my lips slowly,
confidently, erotically open. And then the warm wetness of his long,
thick snaking tongue into my mouth.
I hesitantly was trying to push him away but my hands just touched his
chest. They froze in place and didn't Black Cock Loving
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overhead bin as we passed. Although the aisle wasn't all that narrow, I made a
point of pushing my breasts into his back as I squeezed past. As discretely as
possible, I reached around in front of him and give his cock a quick pat as I
whispered in his ear, "I hope you accept my offer."
I then hurried down the aisle to join my husband who was waiting at our
seats. Our tickets were for the center and aisle seats and since my husband is
over six feet tall, he always sits in the aisle seat, but this time I told him
to sit in the center seat. He opened his mouth to protest, but when he saw my
scowl he quickly complied.
A young college coed was sitting in the window seat and I saw my husband
admiring her firm tits that were evident under her tight sweater. I took a
magazine from the seat pocket and handed it to him. I told him that he was to
hold it open with both hands, that he was to hold it in front of his face and
that he was not to let me see him eyeing the girls tits for the rest of the
flight. I could see his face redden as he dutifully obeyed.
The plane taxied to the runway and quickly rose into the air. As we
climbed for altitude, I took out my paperback and began reading. I held the
book open with my right hand and I rested my left hand in my husband's lap. As
I read my book, I let my fingers and my long fingernails dance over my
husband's swelling cock. I saw his knuckles turn white as he gripped the
magazine harder, but he didn't let it fall from in front of his face. He
leaned toward me and asked whether we were still going to join the Mile High
Club. I chuckled and said, "well, I'm certainly planning too!" Soon my
husband's cock was standing straight up and forming a tent in his slacks.
Pre-cum was forming on his penis and spreading Black Dick Sucking Black Dick Group body and, seemingly, child sized penis and testicles.
After he climbed into bed he started to mount me. As usual I had to
help guide his 4 inch penis into me. Strangely I felt almost repulsed
by his naked body. Somehow it seemed deficient in some masculine way.
Only later did I realize I was subconsciously comparing his manhood to
Amos'.
He began to hump into me and then slipped out. "God, he's so little," I
caught myself thinking.
I put him back in and he began again. By the third or fourth hump he
began grunting and going through the usual gyration of his orgasm.
I found myself annoyed. All this grunting and bluster about what I knew
was a drip of semen. When I had given him oral sex in the past, I found
I often didn't even know when he came-except for all the grunting and
writhing around-because his cum was so minimal.
After he stopped, he rolled over and was snoring in minutes. It was
then I realized how pathetic our sex life was.
As he snored away I closed my eyes and found myself seeing Amos' bulge
down the inseam of his trousers. Its length and thickness. Its power,
nearly ripping through his pants...for me. All of that size and urgency
because of his desire, his lust, for me.
Soon my hands were beneath the covers working furiously again at my
clit. Sore as the bud was I needed relief from my growing excitement.
As Andy snored my hand worked away and my legs spread ever wider. I was
building toward a fantastic explosion.
I could hear the sticky squishing of my fingers as they worked away at
my flooding channel.
Then it broke!!! Wave after wave of pure passion!!!
"OOOhhh!!!!!!" I half moaned, half screamed, again and again, as I
rode multiples of my lusty, mind numbing orgasms.
When I was done I lay there in a sweat panting heavily trying to regain
myself.
Andy continued snoring and I fell off into a deep sleep.
The next day at lunch I honestly hoped Amos would forget all about it.
But it was foolish of me to think he would.
"Ready for our date?" he said as he ambled up to my desk.
I wanted to scream, "THIS ISN'T A DATE!!!" and just explain to him it
was "just" lunch. But nothing came out of my mouth. I just smiled
weakly. Inside I just didn't want a scene; plus, I knew it would do no
good. He would never listen.
As we walked out to his car in the parking lot I could feel his hand
gently on the small of my back. "Unbelievable! This old, black,
maintenance man has the gall to put his arm around me," I thought to
myself. But again, I couldn't bring myself to object and create some
kind of scene or confrontation. So I let it go.
By the time we got within a few feet of his car I could feel him
becoming bolder and definitely let his hand rest on my lower back. He
now definitely had his arm around me.
He opened the door of his old , dirty '89 Cadillac for me and let me
slide in. As I did I noticed his eyes taking a nice long, obvious look
up under the short leather mini skirt I was wearing. Why had I worn
this sexy little skirt, I thought to myself.
But as I waited for him to go around to his door, I realized my heart
was beating heavily in my chest. I'd liked that he looked up my skirt.
As he slid in his side of the car I smiled over meekly at him.
He looked into my 
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handed him my panties and told them that they were for him. I then gave him
the wrapper from the condom and asked him to give it to my husband. I gave him
one last kiss and let him squeeze past me out the door.
As soon as he was out the door, I shut and locked it again. I pressed my
ear against the door to hear what the two men would say. My new lover was
chuckling and complimenting my husband on what a hot little wife he had. He
then made a comment about what pretty panties I'd and I could imagine him
folding my panties and placing them in his pocket in front of my husband. I
then heard him say, "Boy, did she have a tight cunt and her white titties were
so big and soft. Oh, by the way, I think this must me yours." With that he
handed my husband the wrapper from the condom and laughed as he strode back to
his seat.
I put my pantyhose into my purse, closed my bra, buttoned my blouse and
put my skirt back on. The moment I felt that huge prick inside of me I knew
that I would never be satisfied with just my husband's cock again. Now I'd to
face my husband and see if he could live with this change. I took a deep
breath and opened the door. There stood my husband, his mouth hanging open,
the condom wrapper clutched in his hand and a huge erection pressing against
his pants. I patted his cock and said, "Sorry honey, but you were so late, I
started without you. Now go get cleaned up." With that I sauntered past him
and returned to my seat.
That night in our hotel room I'd him strip and then I tied his hands
behind his back with one of his neck ties. I pushed him into a chair and then
blindfolded him with one of my scarves. I then went into the bathroom and
stripped out of my clothes. I took my lover's condom from my purse and a pair
of Blacks In Becky awesome ebony weapon. Slam! Slam! Slam! I felt I was being ridden
by some kind of black bronc buster who would ride his blonde mare until
she was completely broken, subdued. Bam! Bam! Bam! He was slamming
away at greater and greater speed and power.
After five to ten agonizing minutes of Amos' pounding into my aching
pussy, I felt an enormous orgasm building. It built very quickly and
then erupted in flashing light for me. I soon realized I was screaming,
clutching him to me, my legs wrapped up around his pumping ass, his
hips still pounding madly into my vaginal channel, breaking my pussy
wide open like no man had ever done.
Soon his grunting began and then came one final, very hard slam deep
into my pelvis. Like molten lava I could feel him spewing himself deep
into my womb.
I knew he was impregnating me right at that moment.
And I knew I would forever be his for the rest of my life.
When he was done I looked up at him, pulled his head down to me, put my
lips to his and kissed him deep and long. My tongue snaked into his
mouth.
We kissed deeply for minutes. When our lips softly parted I whispered
to him, "I love you."
His big homely, black face broke into a huge grin.
"Likes I told you, babe," he said, "if you just give dis nigga a
chance, I make you one happy, lil' slut for black dick."
He slowly withdrew what appeared to me a black, slimy python from my
still clutching pussy lips. He pulled out with a pop as my pussy was
now so agitated with lust for him it did not want to let him go.
As he turned his back to me and lit a cigarette, I sat up and leaned on
one arm just gazing at him. He was fat, his big black ass cheeks sagged
from behind, and his gut bulged even from the sides. He didn't have
love handles, they were more like saddles.
Then as my gaze lowered, between his skinny, bow legs hung the most
enormous, out-sized pair of balls I have ever seen. They hung a full
half a foot down from his groin. They were easily the size of tennis
balls.
As I just sat transfixed looking at these big, hairy things I concluded
again that for sure this man had just seeded me. I would certainly be
mothering his child within the year. No woman could receive a discharge
from a pair of testes of these dimensions without being fertilized.
As my admiring gaze continued, I could see that hanging even below his
elephantine balls was a still semi hard, horse-like cock. It hung its
still swollen head down at least 3 inches below his low slung balls.
And hanging from the uncircumcised cock head was a gooey rope of semen
still drooling from his dick.
As he turned to me I was almost shocked by his ugliness. His gut was
huge, his smirk revealed some missing teeth, some gold teeth, his nose
flat and wide across his face, and his genitalia were just plain
'abnormal' in their size.
But in my eyes all I could see was an incredibly masculine, African
tribal chief who had just seeded his white slave girl. And he did it as
only an African chieftain could. Violently and completely!
I realized that this African specimen of a man was far different, far
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about thirty-five years old. He wore an expensive suit that fit his athletic
body like a glove. His hair was closely trimmed and he had a well kept
mustache. As I was staring at him he looked up from the magazine that he was
reading and looked at me. Our eyes locked for a few seconds and then he smiled
at me. The moment he smiled at me my pussy twitched and I felt the crotch of
my panties dampen!
I couldn't believe the effect this man had on me. I'd been a virgin when
I met my husband and while I looked at other men, in twelve years of marriage
I'd never cheated on my husband. Yet here I was sitting in an airport lounge
lusting after this handsome stranger! In the back of my mind I knew that
pursuing this man could ruin my marriage, but I was a prisoner to my own lust
and knew that whatever the consequences might be, I was going to do everything
possible to make love to this tall, Black man.
Just then I was jolted from my reverie. My husband was standing beside
me and tapping my arm. They'd started to board the plane and our seat
assignments had been called. I gave him my coldest stare and told him, "Go buy
me a pack of cigarettes and a lighter." The poor dear must have thought I was
crazy to make that request since I'd quit smoking long before I'd met him and
I'd never smoked during our years together. However, some months before he'd
admitted that he found the image of a woman smoking a cigarette very erotic.
I'm sure he was torn between his erotic dreams and the fear that we'd miss our
flight. He started to speak, possibly to ask what brand of cigarettes he
should buy, but I cut him short. "Don't you dare question my orders! Now
hurry up or we'll miss our flight!" He dropped our carry-on bags and ran down
the concourse.
The flight attendants had continued Small Black Dick didn't push at all.
Why would he just start so confidently frenching me in front of this
crowd? My mind struggled to think of what to do as my mouth was being
worked open by Amos' oral ministrations.
But then I realized what had spurred him on to do what he did as his
hand continued stroking high up under my skirt. I realized that the
moment he looked over at me he had just reached high enough up my thigh
to feel my spreading wetness.
My wetness told him I was now his.
And his tongue continued to push through my lips and coil around my
tongue. And I admit my lips, so little at first I hardly noticed, began
to work back. My mind felt like it was going blank, surrendering as I
began, finally, kissing him back hungrily. Offering my tongue fully to
him with complete abandonment-for all to see.
Then he took hold of my arm and without pausing from our passionate
frenching put it around his neck. I needed no more encouragement. I
began stroking his neck, the back of his old balding head with a passion
I'd never had before while making out with any man...including my
husband.
I felt Amos begin to stroke my face and then let his hand slide down to
my breast. At first stroking it, then beginning to paw it heavily.
Soon Amos was grotesquely mauling my tits through my sheer blouse.
Squeezing them and pinching my swollen nipples. He continued tweaking
my nipples even pulling them out obscenely, I am sure to impress his
leering pals at the bar with his command over the white blonde he was
conquering and making into his whore right in front of them.
As we now were slobbering into each others mouths we noticed a man
standing next to the booth. It was an older black man whom apparently
Amos knew and who owned the bar.
As we stopped our tonguing and looked up at him, Amos' hand still
working away at my tit, he said, "Why don't you two take it to the back
room". And then he threw a key onto the table and walked away.
Amos picked it up and began pulling me by the hand from the table toward
a room in the back of the bar.
As I rose from the table I could see my blouse was half undone and my
leather mini skirt was embarrassingly bunched up around my waist more
like a thick belt than a skirt. As I tried to push it down with my free
hand I realized every man at the bar could see the large wet spot on my
crotch. They now all knew how wet I was for Amos.
As Amos pulled me to the back room, I could see these old blacks rubbing
their dicks through there pants and mumbling obscenities about me as we
passed by them.
In shock I thought to myself, "God, I really have become this old, black
man's whore. Can't I even say no to an over sexed, black maintenance
worker?"
When we got into the back room Amos closed the door and faced me. Right
then and there I wanted to say no more take me home. But he just
grabbed me into his arms and began kissing me deeply. I responded
immediately this time, my tongue exploring his mouth.
When he broke away from my arms he shoved me back onto a half-bed,
half-cot in the office. He looked down at me and began unbuttoning his
shirt. "Get undressed, " he commanded, almost casually.
I hesitated for a long moment. I wanted to say no. I thought of my
husband. Then I pictured him walking toward