An E&I Story by Erika Emerson
Prologue: January 28th, 1994 Plainsview Georgia
"Fuck me, oh god, fuck me" moaned the pretty blonde woman. She was enraptured in the feeling of the thick black cock being pounded into her. Sex with her husband had never been like this, never felt so good. In just one day with the huge black man she'd gotten more pleasure than in her entire marriage. She thrust her ass back onto him as hard as she could, a complete shift from the barely willing participant she'd been when the fucking had started.
"That's right, slut, take that cock." replied the black man on top of her, his thrusting increasing its speed as he got closer to cumming.
"Fuck me master," she screamed as another orgasm, she'd lost count of how many she'd had that day shook through her, "I love your cock so much,"
"What colour cock is it bitch, what color cock broke you?"
"Black cock, I love black cock" she screamed, another orgasm hitting her and her pussy spasmed and clenched around the foot long cock inside her. The beautiful thing was giving her another orgasm with almost every stroke now. She was delirious lost in a world of pleasure. She knew she'd only ever fuck black cock from now on and it thrilled her. Thoughts of her uptight husband, her racist father, all were gone now. All that mattered was the black cock inside her. She rotated her hips as the immense, muscular black man enveloped her. She wanted to give him more pleasure. She only wanted to give this man pleasure from now on.
The room was silent now except for her screams, the slapping of their bodies together and the sound that his immense cock was making in her soaked cunt. She looked down, still in disbelief that the massive thing was fitting inside her and just moaned as the fucking picked up speed. She looked up at the handsome black face and could see he was close to his own orgasm. She still found it hard to believe that he would be able to cum again. She'd just sucked him off ten minutes ago and he'd pumped what had felt like a gallon of cum into her stomach.
But clearly he wasn't her husband, who took hours to recover even in the early stages of their marriage, and her black lover had no such limitations. With a final thrust, bringing on another orgasm, she felt his huge cock swell even larger and begin blowing its load inside her. That triggered yet another orgasm, her biggest of the day, as he pumped what felt like a ridiculous amount of cum inside her. Blast after blast of cum shooting straight into her womb. She briefly remembered how, at the beginning of their fucking, she'd begged him to put a condom on. She and her husband were finally trying to conceive after years of waiting and while his huge cock had easily convinced her to cheat, she wasn't sure about letting him cum in her unprotected pussy. Now she was so glad that the condom she'd had, the one that easily slid over her husband's little penis, didn't even fit over the head of this ebony god. She knew that of the millions of sperm flooding her womb that at least one would impregnate her. She would have cried out in joy at the fact if she wasn't absolutely exhausted from the fucking she'd just received. Still, as her black master collapsed on top of her and his cock finally deflated inside her, she couldn't help but be proud of the fact that she would carry this man's child.
She didn't think about that for long though. After only a few seconds inside her the cock that belonged to this unbelievable man started to swell and harden. She was thrilled about that too.
Chapter 1: August 31st, Davisburg, Georgia, 2013
"That was a wonderful night,"
Those were the contented words of Alicia Tompkins. She said it as she leaned back against the leather seat of the pick-up trick she was riding in. It really had been a wonderful night. The kind of night she'd never thought she could have growing up in Davisburg. Alicia had always felt like an outsider in her hometown ever since she was a little girl. It wasn't that she wasn't pretty, she had a model's face and a body that put most porn-star's to shame. It wasn't that she was dumb, she was a straight A student who'd recently gotten a full scholarship to university. It wasn't that she was socially awkward either, she was a cheerleader who'd been part of the homecoming court. No, what made her an outsider was that in the nearly all-white suburb of Davisburg, Alicia was a girl whose cream + coffee coloured skin clearly showed that she was the product of a bi-racial union.
That had created a few problems for her in her 18 years in Davisburg. There'd been some childhood teasing and, worse, she'd once heard the mother of one of her few childhood friends refer to her as "that little nigger girl". She'd been unpopular and something of a loner until high school because of it. That had been when she'd started growing and boys had started noticing her. Her breasts had come in early. She had C cups before most of her friends had even gotten training bra's and she'd grown tall and pretty. She also did her best to de-emphasize her racial differences. Her hair was long, light brown and straight. Some of her friends had told her she looked like Beyonce, some had said Rihanna. Alicia didn't really think she looked like either of the singers but those were the only pretty, light skinned black girls her friends knew so she took it as a compliment.
Also, Alicia couldn't deny that dating Brad had helped. Brad was the captain of the football team, class president and, by acclaim, the most popular boy in school. He was tall, muscular and, although it shouldn't matter, white. They'd started dating Sophomore year and they'd been together ever since. After she started dating Brad there wasn't a single party she wasn't invited to. Brad + Alicia were Davisburg High's power couple.
It was Brad's pick-up truck that she was currently riding in. He'd been the one who'd planned the party she'd just been at. Her 18th birthday party. It'd been a complete shock to her, she'd thought it'd been his plan just to take her out to a nice dinner at a restaurant but when they'd gotten there the entire place had been rented out and it was full of their friends. What was extra nice was that it had doubled as her going away party. Alicia was bound for University in only a week's time so it served to be the last time the gang could get together. It had, as she said, been a wonderful night.
"Thanks baby," Alicia said as she planted a kiss on her boyfriend's handsome face. He smiled as he continued driving.
"Don't thank me yet," Brad smiled, "The night's not over"
"It isn't?" Alicia asked, puzzled. Sure enough, he didn't seem to be driving her home. In fact, as she looked at her surroundings, she got an idea of where they were going. A little alcove that was a popular place for kids to make-out. It over-looked a large park and was just well-lit enough to be romantic and safe. Brad and Alicia had made out there in the past.
"Mmmm," Alicia said as she kissed her boyfriend's neck, "Feeling romantic, are we?"
"Something like that," Brad nodded. The two of them were quite chaste, a rarity in this day and age, and their make-out sessions had never involved anything but heavy kissing. Brad had wanted to go further in the past but Alicia had always turned him down. She just wasn't that kind of girl.
Brad parked the truck and in seemingly no time flat, he'd reached across and started kissing her. Alicia leaned into him and was surprised by the passion Brad was kissing her with. Usually they'd start slow and build up to the heavier stuff. This time, however, Brad went right for it, pushing his tongue into her mouth and holding her close to him. It was awkward, kissing like that in the car, but they managed. Brad was a good kisser and Alicia soon found herself getting into it. Brad, like he frequently did, made an attempt to grab her heavy breasts. In the past, Alicia had pushed his hand away but today she let him. His hands seemed to not believe their good luck and he did his best to fill his hands with the soft flesh, covered though they were in her bra and black dress, and he squeezed. Alicia moaned in pleasure. Her breasts had always been sensitive and felt even better being touched by someone other than herself. Soon Brad had pulled her on top of him and she was straddling his waist, kissing him deeply.
"Baby, I was thinking..." Brad started, interrupting the action
"I can tell," Alicia teased,
"Maybe tonight could be the night," Brad said, clearly serious. Alicia's smile faded. She'd thought this too. She knew she'd made Brad wait a long time for it and now, with both of them going off to different colleges, Alicia worried frequently that despite their pledges to stay together he'd meet a college girl who'd let him go all the way. Looking into his eyes, Alicia made up her mind. She loved Brad and wanted her first time to be with him. She didn't say a word, she just nodded. Brad began grinning wide
"Really?" Brad asked, barely believing his ears
"Uh-huh," moaned Alicia. She moaned because his hands had once again found her large breasts. She could feel how wet his hands were making her and she was even more sure of her decision. It wasn't like she was a robot after all. She had urges of her own, sometimes powerful ones, but she'd always managed to control them. To emphasize her decision she leaned back against the steering wheel and began untying her dress at the back. When she was done she let her dress fall away from her chest, revealing her huge breasts in a lacy black bra. She giggled when it looked like Brad's eyes might pop out of his head.
"C-can I see them all?" Brad said, still barely able to believe that he was finally going to score.
Alicia didn't respond verbally, she just went back to kissing her boyfriend. However when Brad reached up to grab her breasts, she took hold of his hands and brought them behind her back to the strap of her bra. Brad fumbled for a few minutes, his hands shaking with nerves, before Alicia giggled again and leaned back, letting her own hands undo her bra and letting it fall from her shoulders. Freed, Alicia's breasts looked even more spectacular than Brad had ever dreamed. She'd always been busty but now, at 18, it was a testament to just how great a body she had that the bra she just removed, which had a tag that read 32DD, had been uncomfortably tight. Most sexy lingerie stores didn't carry bigger bras though and Alicia had specifically chosen it to wear tonight because she'd thought Brad might want this. They were huge, easily too big for Brad's hands, but firm as any other 18 year old's and upturned with large, light brown nipples. Almost as soon as they came into view Brad was grabbing them, palming the nipples, kissing her neck. Alicia moaned again.
"Fuck, I need to be in you right now." Brad said, his voice quivering. Alicia giggled again. It wasn't like Brad to swear and Alicia thought the effect her body was having on him was cute. She could even feel his thing stiffen in his pants, pressing against her thigh. Alicia nodded and shifted up, allowing him access to his zipper.
"You have a condom, right?" Alicia asked
"Do I need one?" Brad asked, again hopefully
"Until I'm married and through law-school, you sure as heck do," Alicia said with certainty. She wasn't about to get pregnant the way her mother did.
"Then I have one," Brad said with a smile and, as he unzipped his pants with his left hand, removed his wallet with his right. Some more fumbling and soon Brad both had a wrapped condom in one hand and his hard penis in the other. Alicia smiled at it when she saw it, the first one she'd ever seen outside of health class. It was smaller than she'd thought, maybe four and a half inches, but she smiled all the same. It was attached to her boyfriend and, if all went according to plan, would be the only one she ever saw. Some of the sluttier girls had talked about liking bigger guys but Alicia wasn't like them. She laughed a little as Brad ripped open the condom wrapper in record speed while she reached up and underneath her dress and began pulling down her panties. She gasped as the cool air touched her exposed pussy for the first time but she didn't have long to enjoy the sensation. Brad practically pulled her back on top of him. She took hold of him and held it to her entrance, enjoying that feeling as well.
"I love you Brad," Alicia said as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes
"I love you too, baby," Brad replied as he pushed upward. Alicia grimaced a bit as she felt the pain of her first entrance but that relaxed quickly and she lowered herself the rest of the way. Brad's mouth went to her chest and he began licking and kissing her tits. His mouth again made her realize how wet she was and, even though Brad was tight inside her, her wetness made the sensation a pleasurable one. Soon she was rotating her hips, letting half of his cock out before pushing down on it. It felt good, really good.
"That's it, baby, fuck my big cock," Brad said, breathlessly. He couldn't believe how good it felt, even with the condom. Alicia's pussy was tight, wet and all his. Alicia, for her part, didn't like that kind of talk. It seemed inappropriate for what they were doing. Still, she couldn't deny that it felt good. She responded to his words by increasing her speed. The faster she went, the better it felt. She was really getting into it. She wanted to do this all night long.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!" Brad yelled as he came. He couldn't believe how good it had felt and, though he hadn't planned on cumming that fast, he couldn't stop himself. He felt his cum rush into the condom. Alicia, for her part, didn't understand. It had felt like they'd just started. It was feeling amazing and then nothing. She didn't even think he'd cum, it wasn't like she'd felt the condom balloon up or anything. It was only when she felt Brad's dick soften that she realized it was over.
"That's it?" Alicia asked, doing her best to mask her disappointment.
"God damn, that was incredible," Brad said, staring at the roof of the truck, barely listening to her. Alicia rolled off of him and pulled her dress back down. If Brad had noticed her face, he'd have seen a little frown.
So that's sex?, thought Alicia. She didn't see what the big deal was about.
Chapter 2.
Alicia's last week in Davisburg had gone by quickly. It was mainly just packing and checking directions. Brad had called a few times and they'd gotten together and had sex. Every time it seemed to be exactly the same. They'd get naked and Brad would enter her. Just when Alicia would start to get into it, Brad would finish. Every time it just reaffirmed her belief that sex wasn't a big deal. She was actually kind of glad about it. She'd have sex with Brad to keep him happy and then, after college, they'd do it for procreation. They'd been together the night before, saying their good-byes and pledging to stay together. The sex hadn't been great but it'd been very romantic.
It was on her last day when her Aunt drove her to the train station. Alicia had grown up in her Aunt Janine and Uncle John's house, her mother an infrequent presence in her life. Her mother was a Nurse, a perpetual do-gooder who was always volunteering for some sort of African Relief organization. Right now, Alicia's mother was volunteering on the Island of Trinibogo. She knew it'd been hit by a Hurricane in recent years and still recovering and, while it made Alicia proud that her mother was such a kind-hearted person, she did always feel a bit like a secondary concern to her mother, after helping the needy. Whenever Alicia's mother came back for a visit it always seemed like she wanted to go back.
What was especially bad was that most of Alicia's extended family seemed to dislike her. Alicia's grandmother was openly bitter to her and most of her white, southern aunts and uncles treated her with hostility. She knew why it was. Many in the family said that her mother giving birth to a clearly half-black daughter was the cause of her Grandfather's heart attack and subsequent death. Not that Alicia cared much about that. There were whispers that her Grandfather had been active in the KKK.
Her aunt Janine was different. Her mother's sister raised her like she was her own daughter, partly on account of her and Alicia's uncle inability to conceive. Janine was like Alicia's mother physically, both women were blonde, blue eyed and with figures that were busty and curvy, although not to the extent that Alicia's was, so Alicia didn't think it was because of lack of trying. She was glad it was just her Aunt in the car and not her Uncle in the car. She knew that her Uncle shared some of the racial prejudices of her Mother's family. She'd heard her uncle call a black football player a showboating monkey once and made lots of derogatory remarks about black politicians and religious leaders.
Alicia typically let those things slide off her back, even when it came from her family. All that trouble because of a father she'd never met. Some useless loser of a bastard who'd fucked her mother and then left. From the little bit of information she'd gotten from her Aunt over the years, all Alicia knew was that he was big and black and fucked her mother despite her mother already being married at the time. Alicia's mother and her husband had divorced before Alicia was born so he hadn't even been a stepfather to her. The only one who'd really been there for her had been her Aunt, so she was glad to get to say her good-byes.
"Bye honey, you be good up at school now," Janine had said as she hugged her good-bye
"I will," Alicia assured her
"I know you will darling," Janine said, "And I know there'll be temptation but stand by your man, you've got a good one in Brad like I do with your Uncle"
Alicia would have rolled her eyes but instead she just nodded. The two women teared up slightly and they said their final goodbyes as Alicia got on the train. Alicia made her way through the car and, upon finding a pair of empty seats, put her bag away and sat down. When she did, she noticed that the man in the seat across the aisle had been looking at her and smiled. Alicia felt a little self conscious. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt but she knew that with her body just about any clothes she wore would show off her large breasts and tight, rounded butt. She made a mental note to dress more conservatively than usual at school. She'd heard how college could be full of horny guys and she didn't want to invite any additional attention.
The train started back up and began it's trip. Alicia was relieved that on a relatively crowded car the seat next to hers remained empty as they moved however, at the train's next stop she could see that would no longer be an option. Lots of young people got on and Alicia hoped that the seat would be taken by one of the girls who got on, maybe even another student at her school.
Much to Alicia's disappointment however, the only person left standing when everyone else had found their seat looked more like a prisoner than a college student. It was a young black man wearing baggy jeans, some hip-hop label's logo on a t-shirt and cornrows in his hair. He was tall and well built and, Alicia surmised, may very well have been going to school to play football or basketball. Alicia then had some embarrassment as she realized she was being as racist as some of the people in her family. For all she knew he was a very nice, smart young man who just liked hip-hop fashion. Her initial presumptions, however, returned as soon as he took the seat next to her. He stared at her body as he sat down, making no attempts to stop himself.
"Damn baby, you fine as hell," he said, Alicia wincing at his ghetto slang and tone. She gave him a weak smile and turned away. That didn't stop him though.
"Where you headed to girl, I sure hope it's somewhere 'round my 'hood" he continued
"North Carolina," Alicia said, hoping he'd stop at the one question, "For university,"
"Oh, a college girl, huh?" the man said, laughing a little but continuing to ogle her body, "Any chance you one of them good college girls that go buckwild for street niggas?"
Alicia recoiled at the word.
"No." she said pointedly, " and I have a boyfriend so just forget it,"
"Fuck him," he continued, clearly not getting the message she was trying to convey, "No way another nigga can give you what I can,"
"He's not a 'nigga', thank you very much" Alicia said, grateful that the roar of the train was drowning out the conversation so other passengers couldn't hear
"What you mean, he a white boy?" the black man asked,
"Not that it's any of your business but yes, he is."
"Then you've got to get with me sugar, no way a bitch as fine as you should be with a little white boy. Ass like yours needs what only a nigga like myself can bring,"
"What the hell can you give me that my boyfriend can't?" Alicia said, starting to get more than annoyed with the conversation, "And don't call me a bitch,'
"Well, first of all, I'm destined to be the greatest rapper of all time so a girl like you might want to get in on the ground floor." the man boasted. Now Alicia did roll her eyes.
"So you're a broke-ass aspiring rapper?" Alicia laughed, "I bet I could throw a quarter out of a window and hit two more just like you"
"Maybe broke now but I'll make it big," the man said confidently, "Or should I say, make it bigger"
"What do you mean?" Alicia asked, playing along now that she knew the man was full of crap
In response, the man just pointed down at his crotch. Reflexively, Alicia let her eyes follow and saw that clearly along the outline of his left leg, the one closer to hers, was something long and round. Alicia could tell it was his cock and that it looked big. Maybe seven inches long or more. Alicia looked at it for a second before she responded.
"Look, junior," Alicia said with venom in her voice, "I've got a boyfriend like I said. And he's going to university to be a doctor, not some thugged out street hustler who spits lousy game and, for your information, from what I can see you can't match him in the important department either."
Alicia said this while pointing at his crotch. It was a lie, Brad's dick wasn't nearly as big as the big thing in his pants looked and Alicia didn't think it was important anyway, but the lie was in the hopes that he would stop hitting on her.
"Now," she continued, "Do you get that I have no interest in you or do I have to call the conductor and say you're harassing me?"
In response to this the man just shrugged his shoulders and turned away from her, back to the window. Alicia was relieved and reached into her pocket for her headphones, she'd listen to music on the way.
"Bullshit he is," the black man said under his breath. Despite the low volume, Alicia heard him clearly and she just rolled her eyes. She'd heard some guys really cared about how big they were. She was glad she had a boyfriend who was above all that. She listened to music for the rest of her trip although, much to her chagrin, the few times she looked over at the man sitting beside her her eyes darted down to his crotch. He didn't notice and, to Alicia's relief, it appeared as though whatever the bulge in his pants had been, it was no longer visible.
Chapter 3.
It was late January and it was chilly on campus. That was why Alicia was wearing the bulky coat as she made her way through the quad and back to her dorm. Alicia had never been a fan of the cool temperatures but she didn't mind so much these days. Wearing the big coat and bulky sweaters in the winter allowed her to hide more and more of her body and reduced, slightly, the number of times she got hit on. No matter how many times she told people she had a boyfriend, they'd still hit on her. Black guys, white guys, it didn't matter. None of them seemed to believe that she wasn't interested and was going to stay faithful to her boyfriend.
Fiance, Alicia thought as she looked down to the diamond ring on her left hand. She still thought of Brad as her boyfriend even though he'd proposed and she'd accepted over the Christmas holiday. She'd been so excited about it. She'd seen a lot of girls in her dorm with boyfriends get dumped during the year and feared that Brad might do the same. Instead he'd proposed. Alicia had said yes instantly and they'd had sex right away. It had still only lasted a couple minutes but Alicia didn't care, the diamond on her finger was all she needed.
Alicia walked across campus to the Eleanor Moorehead girls dormitory. Alicia had specifically asked for, and received, a place in the exclusive all-girls living quarters. She'd heard that co-ed dorms were full of people hooking up and partying and drinking and she wanted to avoid that whole scene. Alicia thanked her luck as she entered the beautiful building and made her way up to the 7th floor. She opened her door and found that her roommate was already there.
"Ugh, hold on a second," said Daisy Thomas, Alicia's roommate. Alicia had gotten lucky with her dorm but she'd gotten unlucky with her roommate. Daisy was, Alicia was sad to discover, far from the enlightened and educated girl she'd hoped to befriend at college. Daisy had been visibly disappointed when they'd met on move-in day and had even said that she wasn't expecting to room with a "coloured girl" but that they could maybe make it work if Alicia promised not to blare rap music too loudly and not to bring any black boys back to the room. Alicia had written her off as just another spoiled, racist white girl and the two had not become friends.
"What is it?" Alicia asked
"Something of yours got left in my mailbox," Daisy said, holding up a piece of paper like it was toxic. Alicia grabbed it from her quickly as her roommate went back to her phone conversation. Alicia understood both why her roommate guessed why the flyer had been for her and why she seemed so repulsed by it. It was a flyer promoting the upcoming Black History Month at the school being put on by the African Students Union. Alicia wasn't a member of the group but some of her friends were and one of them must have hand delivered it. It was an impressive flyer. The student union had gotten corporate sponsorship from something called King enterprises, which was a surprise as there weren't many black students at this southern school, and had an impressive list of guest speakers. There was the dean of Long Island University, the Reverend Al Sharpspeare and even the head of King Enterprises himself, Solomon King. Alicia didn't really follow the news and only knew bits and pieces about each man but she knew that they were big deals in the black community. She wondered why they were coming to her school. Even though it was one of the better schools in the country it had less than a thousand black students and had recently been demonstrated against by Rev. Sharpspeare for discriminatory admissions practices.
Maybe it was part of the deal, Alicia thought, to have them come and speak at the school and try to drum up interest in black students going there.
Either way, Alicia didn't know if she planned on attending any of the events. Alicia hadn't involved herself in any black student organizations. She just wasn't that political. She had a white boyfriend and had long tried to not think of her race as an issue. It had been easier to blend in at a school with some black students at least but Alicia wasn't overly interested in setting herself apart again.
Chapter 4.
"I still don't know why I let you talk me into this," Alicia said, shaking her head as she entered the hotel. Alicia's best friend, a black girl named Yvonne, laughed at her remark.
"C'mon, Alicia, you haven't been to any of the events this week. This is the last speech of the week and Mr. King is an amazing story. He's one of the richest men in the world and he built it from scratch." Yvonne said. Yvonne was a very pretty girl. Dark skinned with a great body and shoulder length black hair. Alicia thought she looked a little bit like the actress Gabrielle Union. Yvonne would have been any man's dream if it weren't for the fact that she was a lesbian. That's how Alicia and Yvonne had met, with Yvonne asking Alicia out. Alicia turned her down and explained that she wasn't gay but the two had started talking and became good friends over the months.
"Fine, but why did I have to dress up then?" Alicia asked. Yvonne had insisted that Alicia had worn a nice dress and Alicia had reluctantly agreed. It wasn't that Alicia minded dressing up, it was just that it was very hard for Alicia to wear anything formal and not have it show off too much cleavage or too much leg. Even her most conservative dress, the one she was wearing, showed a mountain of her massive tits pressed together.
"My benefit?" Yvonne joked "No, seriously, there's going to be a cocktail party afterwards and I want you to come."
"Whatever, I just can't stay late, I have a paper due tomorrow" Alicia pouted. Still, as she caught her reflection she had to admit it was fun to look this good every now and again. She'd gotten her hair done and was beautifully made up and it was all accentuated by her dress, even if it did show off too much of her body. She idly hoped that she'd look this good on the day she married Brad.
"Besides, I'm confused," Alicia said as they reached the conference room where the speech was being given, "Wasn't Mr. King supposed to give his speech on Friday?"
"A business matter came up and he's flying out tomorrow. We pushed his speech up to today." Yvonne said as she opened the door, "Now come on, we're just on time."
Yvonne pulled Alicia into the room and into two of the remaining empty seats. It wasn't a particularly well attended speech, there were maybe 20 empty seats in a room that held maybe a 100 people when full. Still, who was there surprised Alicia. There were maybe 50 black students, a handful of faculty and then a group of white, female students. She had no idea why they were there. All of them were young and attractive though. There were also maybe 10-20 black men were either in the audience or on stage as security. Alicia had never seen men as big before. Each and every one of the men looked to be well over six feet tall and so packed with muscles that Alicia thought they might rip right out of their suits. She wondered if they were football players but, as she looked them over, she recognized some of the faces. There was the Rev. Sharpespeare and Dean Mfune from the flyer so clearly they were some of the people invited for the speech. Alicia couldn't help but stare at them a second. There was something in the very air that seemed charged to her. Like the atmosphere at a big football game. It seemed electric. She took her seat and listened to the rest of the introduction.
"...And now, our guest of honor, a man I've come to admire greatly in his time here, Mr. Solomon King" said the woman on stage. Alicia had to blink when she recognized who it was. It was Elizabeth Deal, the Dean of the school. The woman greatly criticized for her admissions policy. Still, she seemed genuine in her praise and, when Mr King walked to the podium, Dean Deal even hugged him and stood up on her tip-toes to kiss the massive black man on the cheek. She lingered while there and whispered something in his ear before, it seemed to Alicia, reluctantly breaking the embrace.
"Thank you Dean Deal," Solomon King said. Alicia had to admit, his voice had an impressive timbre. "And now my speech entitled Dominating the White Man's World."
"Dominating the White Man's World?" Alicia asked Yvonne. It seemed like a very strange thing to give to a mixed race audience.
"I'm sure he means the world of high-finance or some other thing that's traditionally been a white man's world." Yvonne said, although she didn't take her eyes off the stage.
"I came from humble means." Solomon started, "And look at where I am now..."
Chapter 5.
Alicia nervously sipped on her drink. As promised, she'd accompanied Yvonne to the after-speech cocktail party. It had been an impressive speech, Alicia had to give Mr. King credit for that. He held a room and a lot of what he said made sense. There were some things he'd said that Alicia didn't agree with. Like how after white people had made blacks feel inferior they should return that and carry themselves as superior but other than those moments it was a very good speech. Alicia almost felt inspired.
Still, the cocktail party was a fairly strange one. There were all of the black men that Alicia had seen at the speech, plus the white girls in attendance. Then there was only four members of the African Student Union, and that included Yvonne, and a few professors, all of whom were also white, female and, Alicia had to note, fairly attractive. What's more was that of that group of about 50 that had started the evening at the party, the room now looked to only have about 35 or so people there. People had left and, surprisingly to Alicia, it had been a white female student leaving with one of the massive black men in attendance every time. Well, not every time, Alicia corrected herself, one time it had been two female students leaving with one of the big men.
Alicia laughed. So those women were just here as dates. Alicia couldn't believe it. She knew some of those girls from campus and knew they had boyfriends. Alicia didn't want to guess what those girls were playing at and, so, she made up her mind to leave the party. She searched room for Yvonne and finally found her in a one-on-one conversation with one of the giant black men. It was only when Alicia stood right next to Yvonne that she realized her friend was speaking to the Rev. Sharpspeare.
"Now you, a lovely young sista of the church, I'm sure that you're doing your part for the cause," the Reverend said to Yvonne in the manner of speech he was famous for.
"Well, I'm involved in the African Student Union and I demonstrate and..." Yvonne said. Alicia looked into her friends eyes. Yvonne seemed captivated by the man.
"I meant surely you're dating some fine young brother and prepared to spread the race," Sharpspeare said, cutting her off.
"Actually, sir, I'm a...." Alicia knew Yvonne was going to say lesbian but she seemed lost for the word while staring at the Reverend, "Lesbian"
Alicia chuckled when her friend finally remembered.
"Lesbian? Oh no, no, no child" the Reverend said, shaking his head, "Women are meant to be with men, it's god's will. It's what he conceived of for all of us, if you catch my meaning."
Alicia winced. She knew that when anyone tried telling her friend that being gay was wrong Yvonne was bound to fly off the handle. To Alicia's surprise though, Yvonne stayed calm and smiling.
"Maybe I'm just different," Yvonne finally said.
Alicia didn't understand what had come over her friend but she interrupted anyway. She could feel the eyes of several men on her and it made her uncomfortable. She just wanted to go home and phone Brad.
"I'm leaving Yvonne, want to come with me?" Alicia said pointedly.
"No thanks, safe trip home, call a cab" Yvonne said, not taking her eyes off of her companion. Alicia shook her head and made her way to the door. Much to her surprise when she tried to open the door, a hand darted out of nowhere to press against it, keeping it close. The hand belonged to one of the huge black men who was working security.
"Excuse me miss," the man said, ogling her as he did, "But before you leave Mr. King would like a word with you."
"He does?" Alicia asked, startled. She didn't know the man, she'd sat way in the back of the room and hadn't made noise. "Why?"
"I don't ask those questions Ma'am," the Man said, shifting his trousers, "He's just down the hall in room 108"
Alicia nodded as the man removed his arm from the door. There was a part of Alicia's mind that told her to get the hell out of the hotel as fast as she could. Another was too curious to do that. She wanted to know why Solomon King wanted to speak with her. She gave one last look at the cocktail party and saw Yvonne pressed up against a wall, Reverend Sharpspeare whispering something into her ear that made her laugh. It was, Alicia had to admit, an odd night.
She walked down the hall, the security guard walking behind her and got to room 108, it looked to be a smaller room and Alicia knocked on the door as requested. It took a couple of seconds but eventually the door was answered by Solomon King.
Standing right in front of her, Mr. King was even more massive than he'd appeared on stage. Alicia was a tall girl but King dwarfed her, standing almost a foot taller than her. He was broad too. Even under the dressing gown he was wearing Alicia could tell he was as well muscled as any of the others there. Despite all of his business success and power he looked to be no older than 35 at most. He smiled when he saw her, looked her up and down, and then ushered her into the room.
"You can go now, DeShawn," Solomon said to the Security Guard, "Go back to the party, find yourself a treat"
The security guard grinned at the command and hurried back to the party, leaving them before the door had even closed behind them. Alicia nervously clutched her purse. She'd thought she would be meeting Mr. King at another conference room but this looked more like the backstage area of a rock concert. There was a plush leather couch and bottles of fine liquor, as well as trays of Lobster, Steak and Caviar. Alicia felt uneasy, she knew what girls did backstage at rock concerts, but that worry soon left her mind. During Mr. King's speech he'd made frequent reference to his marriage to Ivara Trump. He'd mentioned it as one of his ways of dominating the White Man's World. So she was an engaged woman and he was a married man. Nothing would happen.
Solomon walked from the door to the couch and sat down. He took a sip of a nearby drink and again looked Alicia over. Alicia found herself responding to his gaze. She felt her nipples stiffen slightly and her breath get ragged. The same atmosphere that had been in the conference room during his speech was in this room but what seemed like a million times more intense. Alicia felt like she needed a glass of water, or two of them. One to drink and one to be thrown in her face to cool down. She regained her composure by fingering her engagement ring.
"Come in, have a seat Miss.." Solomon said
"Tompkins," Alicia finally answered when she realized he'd been speaking to her, "Alicia Tompkins,"
"Nice to meet you Alicia," the billionaire said, sipping his drink again, "Come and have a seat."
He said that not so much as a request, Alicia thought, but as a command. Alicia didn't know why but it was a command she found herself obeying. She took a seat next to Solomon on the couch, his massive frame taking up far more of it than she did.
"I saw you in the crowd," Solomon said, answering the question that had been on her mind, "And wanted to invite you back here to share a drink with me,"
"I don't really drink," Alicia said
"Just one?" Solomon asked again, popping the cork on what looked to be a bottle of very expensive champagne. Again, Alicia didn't argue, she just nodded her head as he filled a glass. Alicia took the glass and sipped the chilled beverage. To her surprise it was easy going down, tasting like ginger ale.
"You really are very beautiful, Alicia," Solomon said, staring at her. Alicia couldn't help but blush. To be thought of as beautiful by a rich and powerful man, who had a beautiful wife, was a compliment no matter who gave it. Alicia tried to steer the conversation away from her beauty and set the parameters.
"My fiance certainly thinks so, sir" Alicia said, hoping it came off as a joke. Solomon looked to her hand and saw the ring. He looked unimpressed and turned back to her.
"Your fiance, huh?" Solomon chuckled. He was happy at the development. Usually Solomon was all about white pussy. Hooking a white woman on black cock was his favourite thing to do and he'd certainly done enough of it on this trip. He'd fucked the pretty white Dean his first day in this southern town, a student or two a day since. He'd fully expected to fuck a couple of the white sorority girls his men had gotten to come to the speech but his plans had changed the moment he saw Alicia. Race seemed irrelevant to his cock when he saw her unbelievable tits, pretty face and nice round ass. Still, knowing she had a fiance meant he'd at least be ruining her for some other guy. "I'm sure he's a fine, upstanding young brother at this school and all but I may have a...."
"Actually sir, my fiance's white" Alicia said, cutting him off. Alicia would have mentioned his name but, truth was, she was finding it hard to remember. That news seemed to make Mr. King angry. White men fucking black women brought back bad memories for him. Still, it only showed for a moment. He was more determined than ever to fuck Alicia now and steal yet another woman from a white man.
"Well, then, I definitely have something you should consider before you agree to marry him." Mr. King said, loosening the belt around his robe. Alicia stood frozen. She wanted to move, knew something inappropriate was about to take place but she just couldn't move. Even when he reached inside his underwear, she didn't move or say anything. Then he pulled it into view. The thing that changed her life forever.
It was his dick. It was so huge, Alicia could barely believe it was real. It stood a foot out from his body, jet black and with a huge head at the top. It was clearly rock hard. There was clear liquid leaking out the head and it was coming from an impressive source. Two massive balls were also revealed beneath.
"I...I...." Alicia didn't know what to say. She knew what she should say. She knew that she should storm out of there at once. Even call the police and tell them Mr. King had made a lewd gesture towards her. But a stronger impulse told her to stay. That she was supposed to be in the presence of men like Mr. King. That she was meant for, what had Brad called his thing their first time, cocks like this. Coming from Brad the term seemed dirty. When she searched for words to describe the meat in front of her, cock was the only thing that came to mind.
"I mean, if you love your fiance and want to marry him, surely he's got something like this, right?" Solomon said confidently. Alicia just shook her head. Brad was barely a third the size of Mr. King. What's more, she was having trouble even thinking of Brad. What he looked like or sounded like. Every time she tried all she saw was that huge black dick.
"You ever been with a black man, Alicia?" Solomon asked, knowing the answer
"No," Alicia finally got out. Every second she was in the room, Alicia felt the urge to take that cock. In her hands, her mouth and.... "No"
"Black men make better lovers, Alicia, don't you want to at least try it once before you get married and give it up."
"Can't," Alicia said, breathlessly, "I can't cheat on...Brad. I love him"
"Just feeling it won't be cheating," Solomon said. It made sense to her. Brad was going to be a doctor. He'd probably feel other people's bodies all the time. She didn't think that was cheating, why should this be. Alicia reached out with her left hand and grasped the huge shaft. She gasped. It was warm, hard steel. It jerked to her touch.
"There, I touched it," Alicia said, she could feel her wetness now. She was wetter than any kiss from Brad had ever made her. She felt like she was on fire.
"Well, if you really love your white boy, you should be able to let go then," Solomon mocked.
Alicia nodded. She knew it was true. She should let him go. And, to both of their surprise, she did. It was only for a second though, Alicia replaced her left hand with her right. It was her stronger hand. She began stroking him. She didn't know what had come over her. Her caramel colored hand just looked so good when filled with the hot black meat. She wanted to touch him, to stroke him, to make that huge cock cum. Soon her hand was jacking his cock swiftly, her hand a blur, doing her best to jack the entirety of his dick. In her mind she figured that if she jerked him off he'd be done for the night and it'd be a minor indiscretion in her relationship with Brad. Just a hand-job, after all. She could now feel her nipples, harder than they've ever been, pressing against her bra.
"Keep jerking me,"Solomon said, Alicia didn't need to be told twice. She switched hands, now frantically shucking the huge black cock with her left hand, Brad's ring glinting in the bright light of the room as she serviced the older black man. She switched hands because she'd been tired. She'd already been jerking Solomon for what seemed like significantly longer than any of her times with Brad. After a few more minutes and a few more changes of hands, Alicia had to stop from soreness.
"It won't cum," Alicia pouted. It was more with frustration with herself than anything. She wished she was more sexually experienced so she could have gotten him off quicker.
"I've had a lot of girls, Alicia, from all over the country" Solomon said, "It's hard to get too excited from a handjob, even from a girl as beautiful as you."
"Should I suck it?" Alicia said, surprising herself more than anyone. She'd never sucked Brad's co....no, Brad's penis. But here she was, offering to suck Solomon's dick. Solomon just nodded.
Alicia bent down, eager to take the head in her mouth. She sniffed it first. Any doubts she had vanished when the musk hit her nose. It was masculine, powerful. She felt right servicing a cock like this. Especially this cock. A powerful man. She briefly got the image of herself as a African Princess being given to her tribe's strongest warrior. It just felt right. She licked around the apple-sized head, licking the pee-slit clean of the fluids it had leaked, and began stretching her mouth. She barely got it over the crown of the cock and soon her mouth was full of the meat. She thought she'd be timid but, to her surprise, she ferociously attacked the massive black cock, sucking inch after inch into her throat. Solomon wrapped his hand in her hair and squeezed tight. Alicia didn't find it demeaning, she found it thrilling. He was thrusting his dick into her mouth as fast as she could take it. She had nearly eight inches deep in her throat and was still pressing for more.
Alicia felt herself gag and have to pull off his cock when she'd stuffed the ninth inch into her mouth. She only let her lips leave Solomon's cock for the amount of time it took to catch her breath though. Alicia looked back at the spit covered dick on the muscled black man and went right back to work. She bobbed her head down again, each inch a little easier this time. She felt uncontrollable urges coming from her cunt and reached her left hand between her legs. Before she touched anything of hers though, a voice inside her told her to use her hand to please Solomon instead so her hand went from her legs to his cock, jerking the parts her mouth couldn't cover. This happened again once she'd taken ten inches of cock in her mouth but the same urge to please him instead of her took her over and she moved her right hand to his balls, rubbing them with care.
After repeated attempts to suck more and more, Alicia found she just couldn't get more than 10 inches of hard black cock into her mouth. She wished she could get more, wished she could please him more, but Solomon seemed alright with her efforts. He again fisted her long brown hair and began pumping his dick into her mouth, Alicia fought the urge to gag. He wanted to cum and it was her duty to let him. Solomon fucked her mouth for ten minutes before Alicia felt him swell up even more in her mouth and his massive balls tighten in her hand. In that split second she couldn't have been happier. She'd done it. She'd pleased her man. Gotten his seed.
What she hadn't counted on was the amount of seed she'd gotten. His first shot seemingly filled her stomach with thick, white sperm and she pulled off him but before she'd gotten his dick out of her mouth Solomon had blasted again, this time filling her mouth with his jizz. Alicia began gulping it down. She'd always assumed she'd hate the taste but she found the opposite to be true. It was thick, musky and delicious. It warmed her.
Despite her love of the taste, it was blasting forth too quickly and in too much volume for her to drink it all. She finally had to take her mouth completely off it as cum leaked out of the sides of her mouth. Solomon's dick wasn't done though and two more giant loads splashed against the front of her dress, staining the black dress in thick African sperm.
Alicia had to catch her breath. She used her fingers to push the sperm that had leaked out of her mouth back in, savouring every drop. She even bent down to lick the amount that had just dribbled out of his cock instead of shooting. Alicia couldn't explain it. She had been a good girl, in a committed relationship before tonight. Now, she'd just sucked off a giant black man at least twice her age and was only upset that he had no more of that delicious cum to give her.
"See what I mean about Black men being better lovers?" Solomon said contentedly. Other than a few moans and a groan when he came, he'd been fairly silent during the whole thing, letting the room fill up with the sounds her throat were making trying to swallow his immense prick.
"Mmmm, I do," Alicia said contentedly, "I wish I'd fallen for a black guy instead."
That statement shocked Alicia even as she said it. She was wishing she wasn't with Brad, the man she'd agreed to marry. Still, it was true. That surprised her most. She'd have rather sucked off Solomon one more time than agree to a lifetime of what Brad called sex.
"Still time, slut," Solomon said, "I'm going to want you again."
That thought made shivers run through Alicia's body(as did being called slut, although she wouldn't admit it to herself). She'd love to be with Solomon again, give him another blowjob, but he was leaving tomorrow and she'd just gotten him off.
"Wish we had time," Alicia said, still licking Solomon's cock. It hadn't, to her surprise, softened much at all. In fact, it felt as hard in it's current state as Brad's ever did. Solomon just laughed. He stuck the head of his cock back into Alicia's mouth and gave her mouth a few more pumps. Unbelievably, Alicia felt the cock harden in her mouth, filling it just as much as it had when she was blowing him. She pressed her head down on it, trying to suck him off but to her surprise his strong, powerful hand actually pulled her off his cock. Alicia pouted audibly when his cock passed through her lips with a pop. She wanted so badly to suck him off again.
"I think it's time for you to take your dress off." Solomon said. Alicia looked up at him sadly, she wanted to suck his dick again so badly. Solomon looked harshly at her. "I said take it off, bitch,"
Alicia nodded and got to her feet. Her hand behind her unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor. Even Solomon was impressed when he saw her in just bra and panties.
"Mmmm, now get over here and fuck me," Solomon commanded. Alicia stood frozen.
"I can't," she said, remembering Brad again, some of the fog lifted from her brain, "I can't cheat on my fiance"
"You sure?" Solomon asked, "You sure you can go through life always wondering what a cock like mine feels like in your pussy?"
"I...." Alicia had to admit that she would wonder that. Brad's little penis felt good inside her, she could only imagine what a superior cock would feel like. Still, she didn't want to just cheat on him. Solomon was leaving tomorrow and she'd still be with Brad. "How about if I just suck you again?"
"How about you just let me stick it in?" Solomon asked, "Then you'll know what it feels like and, if you want, I'll take it out and you can suck me off."
Alicia nodded. That seemed best. It'd be inside her but they wouldn't really have sex. She'd just have her curiousity satisfied and then get another bellyful of his delicious cum. Alicia undid her bra, letting her massive tits pop free as she stepped towards him.
"Mmmm," Solomon said in approval as he saw her massive jugs, that he'd admired since he first saw her, free. Naked, they were even more spectacular. He guessed they were EE's at least, "I'm going to have to fuck those tits at some point,"
"Whatever you want," Alicia said as she stepped out of her panties. She kept herself well groomed, her light brown pussy lips without hair and just a bit of hair above her pussy. She straddled Solomon high on the couch, it was difficult to do and be high enough for his cock to be able to fit but Alicia managed and eventually the cockhead was pushing against the entrance of her soaking wet pussy.
"Time to fuck, bitch," Solomon said harshly. Alicia nodded and began pushing down but stopped herself.
"Do you have a condom?" she asked. She was on birth control but she always made Brad double up.
"I won't be cumming in you so what's the point?" asked Solomon. Alicia had to agree. Besides, covering the beautiful cock beneath her with a condom seemed wrong. Like caging a majestic lion. Or a snake, Alicia thought as she began pushing herself down, a giant African python.
Even fitting the head of his cock in her took some pushing. This surprised Solomon. He'd fucked a lot of tight pussies in his day and Alicia's seemed as tight as any of them. Still, she was soaking wet and after a little effort his cock found its way inside. Alicia screamed in pleasure. Even the head of Solomon's cock felt bigger than Brad's entire thing because of how thick it was. She kept pushing down, moaning in pleasure. As she got to the sixth inch, further than any man had ever been in her, she screamed. She had her first ever orgasm. Her cunt clenching and spasming around his immense dick. She felt her juices gush onto his cock and helped her slide down further. She came again, another screaming orgasm, when she'd taken 9 inches. That was when she felt the big head of his dick hit the back of her cunt.
"Oh god," Alicia moaned, "I'm full, so full, so good, god your dick is amazing,"
Solomon didn't say anything, he just kept pushing
"That's it, that's it," Alicia screamed as she felt the head of his dick trying to force its way into her womb. "I can't take more,"
Solomon gave her a smack on the ass, it made her yelp but also felt good to her. A sign of his dominance.
"You'll take more, just relax and give it time," Solomon said confidently as his hands came up to squeeze at Alicia's breasts. Alicia moaned at this too. Even with her volleyball-sized tits, Solomon seemed to be able to fit nearly all of them in his hand. It was such a new experience to be with a man this forceful and powerful. Alicia did as he said and felt herself relax, felt her pussy stretch and shape itself to Solomon's massive cock. The overwhelming fullness she felt was now joined by unbelievable pleasure. She felt her hips bucking, trying to swallow even more of Solomon's dick into her pussy. It worked, she slid down another inch, then another and finally, the whole thing was inside her. When he bottomed out she came again, his lips sucking on one of her tits now. When her orgasm ended she looked down, first at the sight of Solomon hungrily devouring one of her tits and then, below that, to where their bodies met. If the foot long cock in her didn't convince her of it, the sight of her body right against hers told her what she needed to know. She'd taken his entire cock. She felt so proud, so worthy. She imagined herself as an African princess again, a worthy prize for the strongest warrior.
"Still want me to take it out?" Solomon asked.
"No, please no," Alicia almost cried, broken from her fantasy. She didn't ever want this cock to be outside of her.
"What do you want then?"
Alicia didn't want to say it. She didn't like cursing. But she knew exactly what she wanted. She fought it for just a second before giving in.
"Fuck me," she said, her voice breaking as she closed her eyes,
"With what?" Solomon asked
"Your...cock. Your big cock." Alicia cried again, opening her eyes, "Fuck my pussy, please."
"I thought you liked white boys?" Solomon mocked, still refusing to budge.
"I love black cock, I love your big black cock, I only love black cock," Alicia pleaded. It was true. This was what sex was supposed to be. This was why people made a big deal of sex. The pleasure Solomon's cock had given her had gotten her hooked without even thrusting. She loved it. She'd need more of it after tonight.
Solomon finally relented. He moved his hands down to her hips and began lifting her off of him a few inches before slamming her back down. Alicia moaned at the intrusion again. He thrust a second time and she came, her biggest orgasm yet, soon he was thrusting hard, repeatedly. She was thrusting back down at him just as quickly. Alicia's tight cunt gripped and squeezed him with every thrust, her wetness making the feeling nearly as pleasurable for Solomon as it was for her. Alicia was just screaming, orgasms being ripped out of her almost every ten seconds, each orgasm tightening her up and making it feel even better.
Problem was, in this position, Solomon could only really fuck her with half of his mammoth cock. It was just too big for her to bounce all the way up on. Sensing this, and wanting to really pound the teenager, Solomon, lifted her off him despite her protestations, and bent her over the couch. He took his position behind her, found her now stretched opening, and began ramming her with long, full strokes of his dick.
Alicia squeezed the couch, howling in pleasure, but completely thrilled that he was fucking her with his entire cock. She felt good to be pleasing him in this ultimate way. He pounded her like this for nearly an hour, ripping countless orgasms from the young woman while his powerful dick churned her own orgasmic juices away, before picking up even more speed as he could feel his own orgasm approaching. He fucked her with an intensity that pushed the heavy black couch completely across the room before, finally, he bellowed. Huge amounts of seed began flooding her womb. Alicia came again with every blast of sperm inside her. She briefly regretted that she was on birth control before passing out when her orgasms subsided, feeling Solomon's dick finally soften slightly and him collapsing on top of her.
Alicia came to an hour or so later. Her pussy and jaw were both sore but her first thoughts upon regaining consciousness were of Solomon and his pleasure giving cock. She was delighted to find him sitting in the room in his robe, eating some of the food that was there. Alicia would have joined him in this but she was still full from the protein rich semen he'd filled her stomach with and that was still leaking from her pussy.
"You're awake, good," Solomon said when he saw her, "I want to fuck you again,"
Alicia didn't argue or hesitate, she just nodded.
"Not here though, the presidential suite in about ten minutes." Solomon said to Alicia's mild disappointment. She wanted him again immediately. Still, she wasn't going to argue with him.
"I need clothes," Alicia said, pointing to her naked body. In response, Solomon tossed her a robe that matched his.
"Wear this for now, I'll send someone over to your place to get things for the morning." Solomon commanded. Alicia nodded and told him her dorm room number. Before she left the room she turned to look at him, still thrilled by the pleasure he'd given her, and gave him a little wave. She hoped she looked sexy doing it, she wanted Solomon to come up to the room and fuck her as soon as possible.
She walked through the lobby to the elevator, taking it all the way to the top floor. As soon as the doors opened, Alicia heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking. Screams and shouts of girls saying they loved black cock and that they were coming, grunts of "Take it bitch" and "suck it slut!" from deep male voices. Some of the door room's weren't even closed. Each room seemed full of a veritable orgy. Big black studs pounding nubile young women in all manner of positions. Alicia only stopped briefly at each one, just to look at the cocks. Every single man had a cock that was at least 10 inches long. Alicia just smiled. Black men were just naturally superior.
At the end of a hall way of 10 doors, Alicia assumed she'd seen it all. In addition to just one black man fucking one white woman some of the rooms had two women servicing the same man and some had women being fucked by more than one hung black stud. Alicia paused at that, briefly jealous of those girls, but kept her way. It was only the room just before the Presidential Suite that had anything that really surprised her.
"Oh god, fuck me, fuck me harder," cried a voice Alicia recognized. It was Yvonne. Alicia assumed her lesbian friend had talked one of the white girls into bed with her but when she popped her head into the room she instantly saw she was wrong. Yvonne was on her hands and knees on the bed, facing the head board, with the Reverend Al Sharpspeare fucking her from behind. His equally giant cock a blur as he fucked her like a dog.
"Do you feel the sin leaving you child?" the Reverend asked as he fucked her swiftly
"Yes, oh god yes," Yvonne cried
"Do you love your Black brothers and their mighty cocks as the Lord commands" he asked again
"I love cock, I do. Black cock is so good," Yvonne screamed
"Then you are blessed in the eyes of the lord and will receive me," the Reverend screamed as he picked up speed. Alicia could see he was about to cum.
"Please yes, fill me, give me a baby," Yvonne yelled. Alicia smiled and let her hand wander between her legs. She couldn't deny it was a hot sight to see. Still, just as her finger found her clit, Alicia remembered Solomon and the promise of more of his majestic cock. Alicia walked into the Presidential suite and sat on the bed, waiting for another sweet fucking.
She didn't wait long.
Chapter 6.
Alicia woke at seven in the morning. She didn't know why. She'd been up until three in the morning the previous night being fucked by Solomon and was sore and tired as a result. Still, when she woke up Solomon was nowhere to be seen. She lifted herself off the bed, feeling her body covered in dried sperm with some fresher stuff still leaking from her cunt, and walked to the bathroom, hoping to find Solomon there. To her disappointment it was empty except for some clothes. Solomon had fucked her twice in that room the night before. Once in the jacuzzi tub, having her ride him as her huge melons bounced wildly and then in the shower, pressing her huge tits against the tile as he filled her cunt up with jizz. The thought brought a smile to Alicia's face. She wanted it again. She walked into the Suite's living room but all she found was a pile of her fresh clothes, the ones Solomon's men had got from her room. On top of the clothes was a note from Solomon,
"Dear Alicia, thanks for a great night, I have your number, Solomon"
Alicia crumpled the note in frustration. She'd forgotten he was leaving today. She dressed reluctantly in a T-shirt and jeans and walked out of the room. Outside, the orgy seemed to still be in full swing. Alicia thought she saw Yvonne sucking off one big black guy while another fucked her pussy but she didn't stop to check. She simply stumbled out of the room. As Alicia rode the elevator down to the lobby she felt her breasts. They were sore too. Solomon had squeezed them all night, using them as handles as he fucked her on all fours on the floor of the room, then pouring champagne on them and sucking them dry as they fucked in the bed.
Every taste in her mouth was of sperm. Solomon had pumped two more loads in her mouth, each time over flowing it. Each time Alicia drank it down like the sweetest wine. There didn't seem to be a spot on her body that was unaffected by the sex. Even her engagement ring was covered in flecks of dried sperm.
Touching the ring made Alicia think of Brad. She was done with him, she knew it, but she still didn't relish telling him. She'd cross that bridge when she came to it though.
A quick step outside and Alicia caught a cab back to her dorm. She was sore and tired and felt like she needed a whole other night's sleep. Alicia went up to her floor and quickly got to her room. When she opened her door she was shocked by what she saw. Daisy, her racist blonde roommate, was getting fucked doggy style by DeShawn, Solomon's security guy. The smell of sex was unmistakable in the air and Daisy's bed was clearly soaked with cum. Alicia just smiled at the sight. Daisy caught sight of her roommate and just smiled.
"Oh god, Alicia, it's so fucking good,"
"I know," Alicia said
"DeShawn came over last night, oh fuck me, fuck me, and said he wanted some of your clothes. So I let him inside. Then he said he wanted my clothes as well." Daisy laughed as she shook in what looked to be a gigantic orgasm. "Then I really let him inside"
"I'm glad." Alicia said, genuinely happy that her racist bitch of a roommate was being shown what superior black dick could do.
"Why didn't you tell me black cock was so fucking good?" Daisy moaned, her large breasts bouncing as DeShawn began fucking her harder
"I didn't know," Alicia said as she left the room, leaving the two of them to their fucking. A part of her wanted to stay, to fight Daisy for that beautiful cock, but she still felt like Solomon's property. It wouldn't be right. Alicia made her way to the bathroom, Daisy's voice begging for more black cock every step of the way. Alicia gave her face a quick wash. She'd go downstairs to the common area for a few hours, maybe sneak a nap on one of the couches.
When she stepped off the elevator on the ground floor, however, Alicia saw the last person she ever expected to see. She was a tall, blonde woman who was in her early forties but who clearly had retained a good figure, a figure similar to Alicia's own.
"Mom?" Alicia said. It'd been almost a year since she'd seen her mother. Stacy Tompkins looked up at her daughter and smiled.
"Hey baby," Stacy said, "Glad I found you,"
"What are you doing here?" Alicia asked
"I read online that Mr. King was coming to speak here today and I figured I was overdue to visit you so...here I am?" Stacy said. Alicia noted that her mom had put hearing Mr. King speak before seeing her as reasons to visit.
"Well, sorry to disappoint you mom but Mr. King spoke last night, not tonight." Alicia said sharply.
A look of disappointment washed over her mother's face and then one of shock.
"Alicia, baby, you didn't bring him back here and let him fuck you last night, did you?" Stacy asked with what looked like genuine concern.
"No, mom, not that it's much of your business anyway." Alicia said, technically telling the truth. He'd fucked her on his dressing room couch, the presidential suite jacuzzi, shower, floor and bed but he hadn't fucked her in the dorm.
"Good," Stacy said,
"Why do you care anyway?" Alicia asked, she knew Solomon was a great philanthropist and had invested money in the country her mother worked but that didn't explain why her mother would care if they fucked.
"You have to understand, Lisha, I think it's great if you find yourself a nice black man to be with," Stacy said genuinely, "They really do make....well, the point is it just can't be Solomon King."
"Why not?" Alicia asked indignantly
"Baby, when I was still married to Kevin, I was still in Nursing school, I was a waitress in Kevin's bar. One night Mr. King came into the bar and, well, baby, I'm pretty sure that Mr. King is your birth father.'
The colour drained from Alicia's face when she heard this. She felt like a truck had hit her. The man who'd fucked her for hours last night, spraying multiple loads in her mouth and cunt, might be her father.
"I...how could you not...are you sure?" Alicia asked, stunned
"Well, baby, I've been with black men since then, quite a few, but I'm pretty sure." Stacy said, she looked concerned but she didn't fully understand the reason for Alicia's reaction. Stacy knew telling Alicia this news would floor her no matter what.
Alicia for her part felt weak in the knees. The cum she could still taste in her mouth was the same cum that had made her. Strangest still, Alicia didn't feel the way she thought she should. She still thought of the night and felt lust. She still thought of Solomon and pictured herself sucking him off and fucking him and wanted to do it again.
"I know it's a shock baby and I'm sorry I didn't tell you this while he was here so you two could spend time together but I hoped to see him myself and tell him first." Stacy continued, Alicia noted that her mother felt most disappointed about not being able to see Solomon herself. When Alicia thought about that it made her...jealous? Alicia couldn't believe it. She felt jealous that her mother wanted to be with the man that Alicia had been with, even though he may have been her father.
"You're sure he left town?" Stacy asked. Alicia just nodded. Stacy let out a little whimper and looked at her watch.
"Well, I can probably get back to the airport and be back on the Island by tonight." Stacy said, reaching over to hug her daughter. Alicia, in a daze, just returned the hug and watched her mother leave. Her mother flitting in and out of her life was nothing new and didn't bother her. Alicia sat down on one of the spare couches in the common room and just sat there, trying to process the whole thing.
Her thoughts were interrupted by her phone buzzing her with the alert of a text message. She picked it up to see who it was from and saw the name first "S. King" and then the text "Driving by in 10 minutes, be ready outside"
Chapter 7
Alicia, ten minutes later, was indeed outside her dorm. She'd done a quick check in the mirror to make sure she looked good and found herself wishing she'd worn more revealing clothes. Then the absurdity of the thought hit her. She was wishing she'd worn more revealing clothes to tell the man who fucked her last night that he was her father?
But that thought made Alicia disturbed to. When she told Solomon she was his daughter he wouldn't fuck her anymore. Alicia didn't want to give up her last chance at that cock even if it did belong to her father. Those two warring sides were in her head even as the limousine pulled up to the curb and a door opened. Alicia stepped inside and sat down on the seat next to Solomon.
He looked, Alicia had to admit, very good. He was wearing an expensive suit and sunglasses with a watch that looked like it cost more than the house Alicia had grown up in. Studying his face, Alicia didn't see any resemblance. Her dark skin tone came from him but most of her features were her mother's. Still, there was something about what her mother said that just rang true. She knew it deep down that Solomon was her father. She didn't know what to feel about that.
"I thought you were leaving today," was what Alicia finally said
"I am. On my way to the airport now." Solomon said, looking at the expensive watch, "But it's a 45 minute drive and I was thinking I could use a little more of last night."
Alicia felt those words buzz right through her. He wanted to fuck her again. An hour ago she'd have given anything to fuck Solomon again. Now she knew that he was her father. Now she thought she had to tell him.
"Mr. King, there's something you need to know," Alicia said, looking down at her nails. She saw Mr. King fidget a little in his seat out of the corner of her eye but she couldn't look up. Finally she did.
When she did she saw that he hadn't been fidgeting, he'd been pulling his cock out. His foot long, iron hard, jet black cock out. Alicia looked at it and, again, her mind drifted. Her fantasy. Only this time she was an African Princess and the Chief was telling his greatest warrior that his daughter was too beautiful for anyone to have but himself, a man who dwarfed even the greatest warrior in size and strength. The great warrior fought the Chief but the Chief won handily and took the Princess back to his own hut.
"What is it?" Solomon asked, idly stroking his dick as he looked at the big titted young woman in front of him.
"I...really need to suck your dick" Alicia said as she bent over to his cock and took it in her mouth. She stretched her sore jaw wide to accommodate it and began attacking it ferociously, licking up the sperm that leaked out, licking over both of the giant balls that had impregnated her mother, then deep-throating the shaft that had fucked her into the world. She was lost in her blowjob, lost in the taste and smell that had bewildered her the night before and drenched her cunt even now. Alicia tore her top off, letting her braless tits bounce free, and wrapped them around Mr. King's dick, jerking the massive black cudgel off with her smooth, soft titflesh as she suckled and licked the head of the cock so massive even her tits couldn't cover the whole thing.
"Bitch, you might have the biggest natural tits I've ever seen," Solomon marveled
"Thank you Daddy," Alicia said. She didn't know why she said it. Sure it was true but it had just spilled out. Still, she continued sucking with neither of them paying it a lot of attention. Lots of black girls called their men daddy. Alicia just guessed that he'd heard it before. For her though, it had been a turn on.
The awkward silence was broken though, again by her phone. Alicia reached into her jeans for the phone, only to check who was calling and fling it aside but the name on the screen made her pause. It was Brad. She'd practically forgotten about Brad. She knew she was going to break up with him. Might as well be now. She held the phone up to her ear, getting a stern look from Solomon when she stopped sucking his dick and titty-fucking him but she used to her free hand to jerk him.
"One second," Alicia said to Solomon as she pressed the answer button, "Hey Brad,"
"Hey baby," came Brad's voice. It sounded pathetic to Alicia now. It reminded her of his little tiny boy's penis.
"Brad, I can't talk now." Alicia said, "Or ever. I'm breaking up with you."
"Ha-ha, joker, stop playing around." Brad said, clearly not believing her
"Brad, I'm serious. I found someone else. A real man who knows how to fuck me. Leave me alone." Alicia said, growing more and more incensed that Brad wouldn't leave her alone so she could fuck Solomon in peace.
"Alicia, that's not funny." Brad said, sounding a little hurt
"Brad, it's not meant to be funny I..."
Alicia's words were cut off by Solomon grabbing the phone from her. He didn't have time for this. He started pressing a few buttons on Alicia's modern, expensive phone and soon a live video was being sent to Brad's phone of what Alicia's phone was seeing. It was Alicia's hand, engagement ring gleaming, jacking off Solomon's dick. Solomon set the phone to speaker and then put it on the drink holder next to him, pointing it directly at his cock.
Alicia went back to sucking in earnest, slurping up the first six inches of Solomon's cock and jacking the rest. In a way she was glad to be breaking up with Brad this way. He was getting a first hand look at why he was getting dumped. He could never satisfy her, not that he ever really did, and she was a slave to big black cock.
"C'mon, slut," Solomon commanded, taking her head off of his dick and louder than the sobs coming from her phone, "I want to fuck you properly,"
Alicia nodded. She was his property, he could do whatever he wanted with her. She was the Princess, he was the Chief. She straddled him and sank her cunt onto his dick in one quick motion.
"But...angel...I...love...you..." came Brad's pathetic cries over the phone. Alicia just started bouncing, using her pussy to jack Solomon off.
"I love...oh yes..." Alicia cried, "I love... daddy's big black dick"
"Yeah you do, slut," Solomon nodded, beginning to fuck her.
"Fuck me daddy," Alicia begged,
Solomon King fucked her harder in that Limo than she thought possible. Drilling her with savage, pounding thrusts. Slamming her entire body up and down. Using her tight, teenaged body for his own pleasure. Her tits bounced wildly, her tight ass shaking every time he slapped her ass. She couldn't deny it, finding out Solomon was her father did nothing for her need for his cock, her hunger for his sperm. If anything, it only made those things greater. Alicia cried with every orgasm how much she loved her daddy's dick and begged him to fuck her faster. She did whatever she could to get Solomon off and eventually it worked. She felt him tighten up and she knew what was coming.
"Fuck me daddy, oh good, cum in me, give me your jizz" Alicia screamed as Solomon roared and filled the big-titted, beautiful bronze-skinned girl up with what felt like a litre of thick african jizz. The first blast of jizz in her, as it had last night, triggered a massive orgasm. She scream and shook as her cunt squeezed every drop of the seed out of Solomon's balls. Eventually, their fucking stopped and the car stopped. They'd made it to the airport. Solomon pulled his dick out of Alicia and pushed her back onto her knees. He squeezed his dick a couple of times and more cum poured out of his dick. Just those two squeezes produced more cum than Brad had in their entire relationship and it fell like rain onto her face and tits.
"We should do it again sometime," Solomon said as he stuffed his dick back into his shorts before zipping up his pants, "The driver will take you anywhere you want to go."
Alicia nodded as she relaxed back on the seat. She was breathless, she'd cum at least ten times just in the Limo and who knows how many times since last night. She heard the door open and Solomon get out, slamming the door behind him. Alicia just lay still, content, cum covering her face, tits and leaking out of her well stuffed cunt. It was only more pathetic sobs from Brad that shook her from her post-coital bliss. Alicia realized he hadn't hung up the phone and had watched the entire thing. She sat up and rolled her eyes at the pathetic display from her now ex-fiance and got an idea. She sat up and took off the ring Brad had given her. Then, with one hand filming her every move, she covered the ring in the cum coating her tits before bringing it up to her mouth to lick clean. She did this a few times before finally speaking.
"Believe me now, Brad?" Alicia said with a big smile as she pressed the button to hang up the call.
Chapter 8.
"Of course, baby. I'll be there. I wouldn't miss it for the world." Alicia said into her phone. She was talking to Tayron Jones, star forward for the LIU Bulls Men's Basketball team and her current boyfriend. Alicia had transferred from her college down south to LIU immediately after her Freshman year and was currently hanging out on the LIU quad. The change in her was evident. She no longer wore conservative clothes, although her style hadn't changed much. Difference was that now the sweaters she wore were tight as could be and showed ample cleavage while her skirts were shorter than would be thought decent on any other campus.
"You'll bring those sexy roommates of yours too, right?" Tayron asked, referring to Yvonne and Daisy. Both girls had also transferred and the three of them shared an apartment off-campus. Tayron frequently brought his teammates by the house for giant sex parties where the girls would service the entire team along with whatever other young co-eds the boys brought. Alicia just serviced Tayron though. He was the best player on the team and had the biggest cock. She belonged to him and the other guys on the team knew to stay away.
That's not to say he was exclusive to her though. Tayron loved fucking white girls too and Alicia loved hearing about it. She even liked it when Tayron shot videos of him fucking white girls while on away games. Frequently she had threesomes with Tayron and another girl. One of her favourites was with Daisy. It was great fun having her formerly racist bitch of a roommate eat her pussy while her boyfriend fucked her white ass. Alicia had even arranged for Tayron and his teammates to fuck and impregnate her Aunt Janine when she'd come to visit.
Of course, Alicia had other loyalties too. That fact was driven home by the beeping on her phone letting her know she had another call coming in. The only call she'd interrupt Tayron to take.
"Gotta go baby, see you tonight probably." Alicia said
"Probably, bitch what the fuc..." Tayron's voice was cut off though as Alicia hung up on him to take the other call.
"Hey daddy," Alicia said into the phone. As soon as Alicia got to New York she'd called Solomon up. He was a busy man with a wife and a family but his business frequently took him to LIU's campus and, while there, Solomon always seemed to have time to fuck Alicia at least once.
“I'll be at your apartment in 15 minutes, be ready" were the only words he said. Alicia looked at her watch, she hoped she could make it back to her place in time to meet him.
Alicia started running. He was the King, after all, and she was the Princess.
Hi there storm, any continuations or at least plans of it for the E&I series? And will we get to see more Angela in the foreseeable future?
ReplyDeleteI hadn't read this one in a bit. It's as great as I remember. It's crazy how the twist adds so much more sizzle to the story.
ReplyDeleteAnother thing I wanted to add was we need more non-white women in these stories. I know that "it's a business" for you and the hook is big black men taking white women, but there's just so many more colors and flavors out there. Just picturing a Vanessa Morgan or Victoria Justice type getting spit roasted on set at E/I is the stuff of legend!