Wife Pays Cause Hubby Plays
copyright 2003 by Stormbringer
Revised 2009 and 2026
"Fucking black men!"
News story after news story, one black face after another filled the TV screen. Another shooting in the city, another convenience-store robbery caught on camera, another carjacking that left a woman hospitalized. Then came the story of a black woman arrested for leaving her child alone in the house for days while she nearly overdosed. Heather shook her head in disgust. And somehow, she thought bitterly, some of these same people still had the nerve to run for public office. A black man was running for governor for god’s sake.
Heather didn't normally watch the news. She found it much too
depressing. It was always showing how blacks were dragging this country
down. Not that her husband was a saint, he was overly fond of beer and
had a gambling problem, but he had never raped or killed anyone.
Luckily, he had quit gambling six months ago, but he still drank his
beer every night. The six pack Frank drank nightly no doubt contributed
to the disappearance of the six pack on his stomach over the last five
years since they'd graduated high school. His six pack abdomen had been
replaced by a lump of pale, shaking flesh.
Heather was worried that if his paunch kept growing, he might have trouble getting his entire 5 inch pussy pleaser into her. She'd loved his
dick back in school and had seen a lot of it then, but for each of the
four years they'd been married, she was seeing less and less of it. When
she did get some, she was usually left disappointed enough that she had
to finish herself off alone in the bathroom. Lately, she felt there was
something missing in her sex life.
like her should be fucking her twice a day. Heather hefted her breasts
and winked at herself in the mirror that covered the wall across from
the couch. She hadn't turned the TV channel because she was painting her
toes, sitting naked on the couch except for a thong. She applied the red
polish to the small toe on her left foot just above a silver ring. She
put her ankle bracelet back on then sat back to let the polish dry while
more criminals with black faces appeared on the news.
Sick of the news, she found the remote and switched it over to Povich. A fat white woman was sitting in the chair waiting for paternity tests from three different black men. Springer was a little better, two black women screaming at each other over one sleeping with the other's boyfriend.
Heather turned to stare at herself some more. What the
fuck was wrong with Frank? I was the hottest girl at Nathan Bedford
Forrest High, she thought. The nearly nude body reflecting in the mirror
belonged to a Fredrick's of Hollywood model, a stripper, or a porn star.
Long reddish-blonde hair covered her head, surrounding bright green eyes
and lips painted to match her toenails. Her skin was milky white,
smooth, with no blemishes except for the occasional freckle. Large,
firm titties topped her chest. They were so perfect, they should have
been fake. Her boobs were capped by nipples the color of pink roses and
the diameter of fifty cent pieces. Frank used to joke that they were so
pointy, they'd poke his eyes out. Her stomach was flat and surrounded by
a thin tapered waist. Her thong was light blue and with her legs propped
up on the coffee table, she could see the outline of her pussy lips
through the tight material as well as a little wet dot in the center.
Remembering all the fucking she and Frank had done in high school had
her feeling a little horny.
No woman should look this good, she thought. Heather's closest friends
and rivals in high school were now, fat, haggard looking women with
screaming brats sucking on rapidly sagging teats. Thinking about Frank
and her friends had her amazed that someone's body could change so much
between 18 and 23. No doubt, if Heather had been a mommy, her body would
be as fat as her friends, but her husband had a sperm count so low it
was nonexistent. Their doctor had been flabbergasted. Frank's semen was
practically crystal clear and until seeing the doctor, Heather hadn't
known that semen was supposed to be milky white. Frank's problem had
finally been traced back to a bad case of mumps that had infected his testicles as a child. If they were to have children, they'd need to adopt or find a donor and so the unused room in the trailer sat empty except for trash bags filled with Frank's beer cans.
There was a loud banging on the door.
Heather jumped, startled. She wiggled her toes and decided the polish was dry. She grabbed a pink halter top and pulled it on over her head until the playboy bunny was nestled between her knockers. Her swollen pointy nipples were clearly visible through the stretched material.
The banging came again. The pounding was so hard, it shook the trailer.
"Hold your ass. I'm coming," yelled Heather. She grabbed small, pink,
cotton shorts and pulled them on. Black lettering spelling the word,
BITCH crossed the two perfect globes of her ass.
Heather checked herself out in the mirror. The bottoms of her breasts
were visible under the halter and the stud in her belly button sparkled.
The shorts rode low on her hips and the straps of her thong were visible
crossing each hip. Damn sexy, but then she liked to show off her body.
"Open up," yelled the visitor, pounding on the door continually.
"Gawd dammit," growled Heather, finally pulling the door open. "What?"
she asked the hard, perfect male chest she was staring at. The chest was
encased by a tight, white tee shirt. She followed the tee shirt to the
arms whose biceps were as big as her thighs and gasped when she saw that
her visitor had dark black skin. "What do you want?"
"Dayumn,” he said, exhaling it into a soft whistle as his dark eyes roamed down her figure. “How'd that worthless husband of yours get a fine piece of ass like
you?" said the black man. He was actually handsome with a crew cut and goatee, but looked like a thug with tattoos on his arms and a do-rag wrapped around his crew cut.
"What do you want?" she asked again. Heather was wondering if she could
slam the door shut and pull the chain. Would it even keep out a man so
big? It was too late though, the man was already pushing himself inside.
"Where's Frank? That dick you're married to, owes me money and said he'd
pay me back today."
Heather felt a pit form in her stomach. Frank was gambling again! They were flat broke. To keep from staining her coffee table, the nail polish was sitting on a growing pile of second notice bills. She'd always known his fondness for sports betting would hurt them in some
way. "What are you going to do?"
"Kick his white ass if I don't get my money. Damn!" The black man
said the later because he was taking in Heather's outfit or to be exact
the body under the outfit. "You fine, white girl.” He brazenly swept his eyes over her figure. “Frank’s lazy ass is dead meat if I don't get my money. Worst employee I fucking have."
that his gaze was hardening her nipples.
"Yeah, that's right," said the black man. "Now you can pay me or I'll
wait for Frank’s slow ass to get home." Samson punched one beefy fist into his
other palm for emphasis.
"I don't have any money," said Heather, she'd spent their last cent on
groceries and Frank's beer. Stupid shithead Frank had not only borrowed
money from a black animal, but he'd borrowed it from his big brute of a
boss. The man who could leave them even poorer. The man whom Frank
constantly complained rode his ass every day screaming obscenities at
him for being lazy and screwing up all the time. "Frank's probably at the tavern since it's Friday. Would you like a beer?"
"Yeah."
Heather walked a few steps into the kitchen. She reached up to get a
glass out of the cupboard. As she stretched, her halter rode up her
breasts until Samson got a good view of her lower nipples. That's why
Heather wore this outfit, but she never expected to be showing off her
body to a dangerous black animal. She opened the refrigerator for a can
of beer. The blast of cold air hit her breasts. Heather felt her nipples
grow completely hard until goose bumps peppered her areola. Samson openly stared at them when she handed him the beer. "Perhaps, there's some other way we could repay you?"
"Bitch," said Samson, reading her shorts, "you're the only thing in this
shit hole worth anything. If I can't have you, then I'll just hafta wait
for fat Frank to get home. I should fire his lazy ass."
"Are you going to hurt my husband?"
"Only if he don’t pay me what he owes me. Then he’s dead meat… Holy fucking Jesus!"
Sally Jesse and Springer had taught her that black men were sex starved animals especially for white women. Though she wasn’t their type. “I know you people prefer fat white women,” she said, standing there bare-chested, “but I hope my body’s acceptable?”
Samson let out a low groan, eyes locked on her full heavy tits, his cock straining against the front of his jeans. “Sure, baby, you’ll do.”
Heather swallowed. “We don’t have any money… but I’ve been told I’m really skilled with my mouth. If I suck your dick, will you promise not to hurt my husband and leave us alone?”
Samson just nodded, still staring with lust at her swollen nipples.
“And you promise not to fire him?” she added quickly.
“Uh, yeah, sure baby… but you gotta do what I tell you.”
Heather eyed him suspiciously. “Like what?”
“Like to start,” Samson said, voice thick, “I wanna see you out of those shorts.”
of sucking a black man off, but in her experience the more aroused she
made him, the sooner it would all be over with. She turned around and
bent down to touch her toes, her bare breasts were visible between her
legs to the black man. The word BITCH was staring at him as she reached
up and slowly pulled the legs of her shorts down.
"Your ass is fucking unbelievable," said Samson, grabbing his crotch.
"Now lose the thong." He reached out with his free hand and squeezed her ass cheek.
Heather jumped out of his grasp. "Hey! No touching!" She pulled the
thong back up.
"No deal. There's gonna be touching. Now come here. NOW!" He sat down on her couch. It was second hand, old and bent under his weight.
Shit, she thought. This man wouldn't be so easy to manipulate. He was going to run his dirty black hands all over her body. Heather was breathing heavily as she stepped forwards between his thighs. She shivered with disgust as he bent forwards and kissed her belly, slipping his tongue inside her belly button and around the stud. He grabbed her hips to hold her still and kissed up her stomach. Heather crinkled her nose in disgust from his wet kisses, but that changed when he reached her breasts. They'd always been overly sensitive. Samson's tongue slid up her lower breast and across her nipple sending a spasm through her body. The thick tongue came back down, this time circling her nipple before he sucked the entire tip between his lips. Heather sucked her bottom lip into her mouth to keep from crying out in pleasure. A moan did escape her lips as his teeth gently closed on her nipple and nibbled on it. Samson then sucked it like a baby for a few times before kissing his way over to her other breast.
This time it was a little different. Samson's mouth still gave her
nipple a workout, but now his hands were also on the move. One hand slid
along her thigh and between her legs. It moved up to her crotch and
reached into her ass, grabbing the thong. Samson slowly pulled the thong
down, using his other hand to pull the straps over her hips. His finger
hooked the thong moving down the inside of her ass. The tip of his
finger pushed harder against her ass hole making her jump, but didn't
penetrate. Instead, it kept moving down. The tip slid across her pussy
lips which much to Heather's shame were very wet, parting easily for his
finger.
until it was teasing her clit. Heather hadn't been touched like this in
a long time and she was struggling not to enjoy it. Her body was
fighting her will power and her brain was losing. Her clit was swelling as his wet finger teased around it.
His finger then slid between her pussy lips again. Samson suddenly
thrust his finger deep in her pussy just as he sucked her left nipple
hard between his lips. "Oh fuck yeah," moaned Heather, as she came all
over his finger.
Samson was exceptionally skilled with his finger. He didn't stop after
giving her one orgasm. He held his finger in deep and started
rotating the tip around while continuing to suck on her breast. Samson
was a big man and his finger was nearly the size of Frank's penis.
Heather closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations, even wrapping an arm around his head and holding him against her breast. The black man's free
hand came up and squeezed her ass cheek, one finger close to her anus.
This time he did push the finger hard against her anus. Heather opened
her eyes to protest as his finger pushed in, but found that instead of
being unpleasant, she was cumming a second time.
Heather's legs went weak as the large orgasm wracked her body. It had
been years since she'd cum, and never twice within minutes of each other
and never one this big. Samson quickly grabbed her waist and lowered her
to the ground as she collapsed to her knees between his legs. This wasn't supposed to happen. She wasn't supposed to enjoy it.
The buxom, strawberry-blonde rested her head on his knees while she
caught her breath. "I'll take that blow job now," he said.
Heather looked up to see that he had helped her by unbuckling his belt
and opening his pants. He'd removed his tee shirt revealing his hard,
muscular chest. Samson had the chest of a professional weightlifter putting Frank to shame even when Frank was in shape back in high school.
There was also a curiously large bulge underneath his slacks.
Heather's revulsion was disappearing a little as she reached up for his
zipper. Samson may have been black, but he was a handsome manly man. She
felt she needed to repay him for the two orgasms she'd had and make this blow job worth his while. Heather grasped the zipper gingerly and began to pull down. The bulge beneath
his pants seemed to swell and give of heat, the added pressure helping push the zipper
down. Samson lifted his hips while she helped pull his pants down. She'd
never seen another man's penis and was surprisingly a little eager, curious if a black man would be different.
almost looked like he had shoved a big knobby snake in his pants. She
could see a serpentine head shifting. Heather found her hands were
shaking as she grabbed the rim of his underwear and pulled out. That was
just the opportunity the snake had been looking for and Samson's
cock head shot up not only beyond his underwear, but beyond his
bellybutton. Heather stared at Samson's monster penis and she kept
staring mouth agape in shock. “Oh my god,” she hissed in amazement.
Samson's hand came down and pushed his underwear free of his nut sack, raising his ass so she could slide his underwear down his legs. "Looking at it ain't gonna make it cum, white girl. Put that pretty white mouth to work." Samson raised his cock and bent it down, resting it on Heather's lips.
His voice brought Heather out of her shock. Samson's shaft must have been thirteen inches long and as thick as a big mag flashlight. "Fucking liar," she mumbled, as she took in balls the size of tangerines.
“What?”
“Fucking Frank. He told me he was well-endowed and he’s barely five inches.”
“Five inches ain’t bad for a white boy,” chuckled Samson. “But that ain’t no little white boy dick you’re holding.”
“No, it isn’t,” she said, staring at the thick dark-skinned penis. It was rock hard, crisscrossed with bulging purplish-black veins, and the head was the size of a plum. “No, it isn’t,” she said again.
“That’s a big black cock.” He grabbed the base and smacked it against her face several times. “Get to work, white girl.”. He held his cock bent as Heather began to kiss and lick around the golf ball sized head. “It ain’t gonna suck itself.
Samson let go of his cock and the shaft sprang up to slap against his
belly. Heather reached up and grabbed it, pulling it back towards her
mouth. Heather paused, confused. She was acting as if she were eager to
suck on this man's big black cock. She pulled her head back and stared
at it some more. The swollen head was light brown while the shaft and
the rest of Samson's body was dark black. A pulsing blue-black vein ran
the length of his shaft and smaller veins crisscrossed the surface. The
black man's big cock started getting closer to her mouth again and
Heather suddenly felt Samson's hand on the back of her head, pulling her
forwards. She gave in and opened her mouth.
and nimbly ran her tongue all around the surface. Her other hand found
the shaft and started stroking it. Heather had thought she was skilled,
but that was sucking on Frank's prick. Her husband's entire penis had
easily fit into her mouth with just the tip teasing her throat. Heather
felt like gagging with just Samson's cock head in her mouth. Sucking
Samson was a challenge and she enjoyed challenges.
Heather forced the thick cock into her throat and started bobbing her
head. Heather's throat made purring sounds as she took the cock deeper
and deeper. "Sounds like the white slut's enjoying her first taste of dark meat," said Samson.
Heather gave him a mean look, but continued bobbing her head. "Not as
easy as fat old Frank, is it? I bet I'm twice as big."
Heather paused for air. Samson was more than twice as big as her
Husband and she’d told him Frank was only five inches. He wanted her to remind him, but she didn’t give him the pleasure. "Just warn me when you're going to cum," she said, before returning her mouth to his shaft. The base had grown slick now and her hand slid more rapidly along it while she'd managed to swallow seven or eight inches. Her free hand hefted and massaged his balls which were starting to contract. The thick shaft was swelling even thicker. It jerked in her mouth and Heather felt it pumping semen into her belly. Disgusted, she pulled back as more of the hot fluid shot down her throat.
Heather's mouth filled with his hot seed and the head prevented her from
spitting it out, forcing her to swallow. Heather pulled back freeing the
cock from her mouth just as it blew another wad which splattered from
her nose to her neck. Heather pulled the spitting head down away from
her face and several more wads covered her tits. Heather moved his
cock head around, using it to rub his semen into her skin and nipple. "It is white!" she murmured, a little shocked. Her chin and breasts were
covered with milky white sperm, so different from Frank's. It even tasted different, richer, more potent, filled with protein. She’d enjoyed the taste where she found Frank’s semen revolting. It was like egg nog compared to skim milk. She licked her lips. “Your jizz tastes good,” she said, surprised.
"If you're a good white girl, I might let you suck me again some time."
"Not in your life," she replied, but found herself tempted. Would
practice allow her to swallow the whole thing? "I just did it to pay you
back."
"No, you did it so I wouldn't kick your husband's ass. He still owes me
my money."
"Oh." Heather hadn't released his shaft. She was still stroking on it,
awed that sperm would still pour out of the head every time her hand
moved forwards along the shaft. It had only shrunk an inch or so and was
still hard enough to fuck.
"Let me fuck you and we'll call it even."
"No fucking way is that monster going anywhere near my pussy. You're way too big."
"I ain't met no woman yet who couldn't handle my black dick. Now, you
said you was broke and didn't have no money. Somebody's gonna pay me
back. I'm just trying to do you a favor, see, and you'll be doing Frank
a favor too. Now we can try and I'll just push it in a little at a time,
see how much you can take and all."
"I'm not sure..." Heather jerked her head back as Samson's cock thrust
forward through her hand starting to swell. No doubt he was getting hard again at the thought of fucking a white girl, still his recovery rate was impressive. Frank’s dick shrank pretty quickly after cumming.
"Whatever. I need the money more than I need to get laid."
Samson may have needed the money more, but his cock seemed to be more
interested in the sex. If anything it looked harder now then it had the
first time. Heather was curious how much of his big dick she could
take. "I guess we could try."
"Ok. First, we should probably make sure you're juiced up." Samson laid
down on his back on the carpet." Come here, baby." Heather made to
straddle his waist, but Samson stopped her. "No, no baby. Lay down
across my chest facing the other way." He waited until she had obeyed
him then added, "Now back your pussy into my mouth."
Frank hadn't gone down on her in years and she'd enjoyed his tongue more
then his penis. Samson grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them wide as
she backed into his tongue. When it came, Heather nearly jumped off his
chest. Samson missed her pussy entirely and his tongue licked her anus.
She was thankful, she'd showered before he arrived. Samson swirled his tongue around her anus before moving it down to her labia and sending a shiver of pleasure up her spine. His tongue then slid back up to her ass, then down to her pussy. Heather began liking having her ass licked almost as much as her pussy. Finally, he quit licking up and down and just worked his tongue into the folds of her pussy. Heather found herself humping backwards into his rigid tongue. Samson's finger once again pushed into her ass hole and Heather found herself cumming again. Nor did Samson let up, he continued to steadily tongue fuck her. Heather grasped the big black cock under her nose and started kissing all over it as a way of saying thanks. Minutes after telling Samson, "not in your life," Heather found herself sucking Samson's cock again and another orgasm building. This was incredible. Heather had gone years without an orgasm and was about to have her fourth one in an hour. Soon her cum was pouring down Samson's chin.
"I think you're ready to go," said Samson, pushing the exhausted woman up off him.
Still a little dazed, Heather pushed herself to her feet. She looked
down and saw Samson grab the base of his cock and hold it straight up
wanting her to mount him. “Shit,” she said, staring down at the swollen monster. “You got a condom?”
“No, don’t use them.”
“I don’t think Frank’s rubbers will fit. I can’t risk it.”
“You gonna pay me my money then?” Samson growled, running his hands over her breasts as they hovered above him.
“Fuck it,” Heather turned around and positioned herself
over his cock. “You can’t cum in me.”
“I’ll warn ya, white girl.”
She squatted until the head slid between her thighs. “Like you did last time? I’m serious. Warn me before you cum.” Heather felt his large cock head press against her labia, pushing it in,
until her pussy lips parted around it. Her pussy stretched wide open
until the head slipped inside. "Jesus, it's big. Just the head is
ripping me in two," gasped Heather. “Never had it bare back. Feels different.”
“That’s bare black, white girl,” he said, smirking. Samson brought his hands up to her knees and started rubbing them affectionately. "Tell me something, baby, when you remove a Band-Aid, do
you rip it off or do you slowly pull it off?"
"What?" she asked. What the fuck was he talking about? She was trying to
fuck him and he was asking her about Band-Aids.
"You heard me. Do you rip off a Band-Aid or do you prolong the pain by
slowly pulling it up."
Heather thought for a moment. "I rip it off, to get the pain over with as quickly as possible."
"Good answer," said Samson, pushing hard against her knees.
impaled her on half the shaft. Samson bucked his hips and Heather bounced up almost flying
off his cock, but instead slamming down harder into it. "Too big.
Aaargh." Heather bounced up again and came down. Each time forced more
cock deep inside her pussy. "No, can't take it. Too big." Her pussy
molded itself and stretched around his shaft. She felt filled to
capacity, but was amazed at every additional inch her pussy took. "Oh
god, your cock’s so fucking big." Her pussy came down hitting his crotch. Heather
had now taken the entire monster. "Oh fuck, it's big. Oh fuck. Fuck!
Fuck me! Oh my god, I love it. Fuck me with that big dick." She started bouncing on his shaft.
"That black cock’s a lot better than Frank's dick, ain’t it?"
Samson bucked his hips hard. She bounced faster.
"God yes," cried Heather flying upwards and having an orgasm as she
impaled herself again. "It's never been this good. Fuck my pussy.
Heather flew up and down continuously. “So good, so good.” She realized Samson had quit
bucking his hips and was lying still, yet she was still riding him. Her
legs had taken over doing all the work. His hands were busy pinching her hard nipples, stimulating her further. She was cumming every third
bounce or so. Heather could barely concentrate from all the pleasure she
was receiving, knowing the danger she was in. "Samson," she gasped, "whatever you do, don't
cum in my pussy. Most fertile time of the month."
Samson groaned at that, grabbing her waist to hold her still and bucking his hips, thrusting his black cock up into her pussy. "You'd better slow down then."
Heather slowed her pace and the pleasure was only more intense. She
could concentrate on every inch. She arched her back and started
squeezing her nipples, while sucking her lower lip in. "Sooo big, sooo
good," she moaned. His grip on her hips tightened as he started bucking his hips slowly at first. Heather felt a big orgasm growing just as Samson
started picking up speed. He leaned up to grab her hips and held her still while bucking his crotch. Samson growled so loudly it startled her. Her pussy suddenly felt soaked. "No,"
she cried realizing he was cumming. The jets of semen assaulted her womb
triggering the biggest orgasm of Heather's life. She collapsed onto
Samson's chest with his cock still pumping her full of seed. Heather
recovered just as Samson's limp cock plopped out of her pussy releasing
a torrent of sperm.
"Asshole, you were supposed to pull out!” She yelled at him in horror. She saw herself on stage, fat, waiting for the paternity test to come back even though she knew it was Samsnon’s. Her eyes flickered down to Montel’s big bulge, wondering what his black cock looked like.
"Relax baby, I've had a vasectomy," he lied. "We can fuck all you want and you won't get pregnant." Samson decided he wanted to keep this pussy. This hick town wouldn't stand for a married white woman giving birth to a black baby. They'd leave town together just after Heather delivered. Go somewhere he could put lots of babies in her belly.
Heather was feeling a little sad. She almost wished Samson had knocked
her up, she was even imagining there was a warm glow coming from her
womb as if she had been impregnated. Wow, their baby would be gorgeous,
she pictured in her head what their kids would look like.
Heather glanced at the clock. “Shit, we better get dressed, Frank could be home any moment.”
Samson wasn’t finished. He stood, still half-hard, and pulled her up by the wrist.
“Bedroom. Now.”
Heather’s legs felt weak as he led her down the short hallway of the trailer. The bed was unmade. He pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, then climbed up behind her. The thick head of his cock found her messy, cum-filled entrance and pushed back in with one long stroke.
Samson started fucking her hard behind, heavy hands gripping her hips. The wet sound of his cock driving into her filled the small room.
“Frank ever fuck you this good in bed?” he asked, voice low and rough.
Heather bit the pillow. She didn’t answer.
SMACK.
His open hand landed hard on her right ass cheek. The sting shot straight to her clit.
“I asked you a question, white girl.”
SMACK. SMACK.
She cried out, pushing her ass back into him. The spanking only made her wetter. Her right ass cheek was stinging.
“N-no,” she gasped. “He doesn’t… he can’t…”
Samson kept thrusting, steady and deep. “Say it proper. Tell me you like this big black cock better than your husband’s little white dick.”
Heather shook her head, but another firm spank landed across both cheeks.
“Say it.”
“I like your black cock better!” she cried out. “It’s so much better than Frank’s little white dick—oh God, don’t stop—”
Samson growled in approval and fucked her harder, the bed frame creaking under them. He spanked her again, then again, each sharp crack making her moan louder.
“Louder. Let me hear how much better black cock is.”
“Black cock is better!” Heather sobbed, rocking back to meet every thrust. “Frank’s little dick never filled me, never stretched me open like this, never made me cum. It can’t. I love your big black cock, Samson.” She trembled and came, her pussy squirting out around his shaft, soaking his pubic hair and balls.
“Turned you out, white girl. You’re black cock only now.”
She kept repeating it, “Black cock only,” the words tumbling out between gasps and moans as he pounded her into a series of orgasms that ran together into one giant cum. Every time she hesitated he spanked her, and every spank only made her say it more desperately until she knew it was true. Her arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, ass high, taking every thick inch while she told him over and over how much better he was than her husband.
Samson’s grip on her stinging ass cheek tightened, his thumb pressing into her rosebud, rubbing in tight circles, slowly pushing in and stretching her anus until he buried it up to the knuckle. Heather shattered again, screaming into the mattress as her pussy clamped down around him having another squirting orgasm that blew her mind.
He slowed but didn’t stop, still sliding in and out of her cum-slick hole, letting her feel every ridge and vein while she trembled through the aftershocks, but just as she thought she was done, Samson buried his might black cock, the swollen glans poised on her cervix blasted another load of his potent seed into her fertile womb.
“My god, Samson,” she said, gasping for breath, her entire body trembling. His cock was still hard and jerking inside her, still cumming. “I’ve never… didn’t know… Your black cock is… so good,” she moaned.
“Told ya, white girl,” he said, spanking her again, but gentler this time as he slowly pulled his cock out releasing a flood of semen from her well-fucked pussy.
Heather glanced at the arm clock beside the bed. "Shit," she cried jumping up. "Frank will be home any minute." Heather's thighs made squishing sounds as she ran to the
bathroom.
threw her sexy outfit back on. Samson was gone. She opened the trailer
door to see the big black man talking to Frank. The two men parted and
Frank approached her. She could smell beer on his breath. "Sam, said you
paid him back for me," said Frank, handing her a rolled up bill.
"What's this?" she asked, unrolling a five dollar bill.
"The money I owed him. I couldn't buy lunch the other day, so he spotted
me five. Last time I borrow money from him, he's such a jerk about it.
"I’ll be right back, honey."
"Where you going?"
"Asshole told me you'd borrowed ten." Heather ran past her husband
down the dirt driveway to where Samson was nearing his car. "Come back here,
asshole," yelled Heather. Samson was halfway in his car when she caught
up with him. He shut the door and lowered the window.
“Yeah?” he asked.
"Five dollars, I fucked you for five dollars."
"You'd suck as a hooker."
"You lied to me."
"Shit, white girl, I was just sitting there when you started taking your
clothes off. What the hell was I supposed to do?" Samson grinned, sat in
his car and started the engine. He winked at her and put the car in reverse.
"I said come back here, asshole."
"Huh?"
"Come back here. Same time tomorrow. You’re Frank’s boss, keep him busy and take a long lunch.”
“You sure, white girl?” he asked with a grin. “Hooked on dark meat now?”
“Yeah I am. I’m gonna want it again. Fuck, I want it now,” she said, her eyes flickering down to his crotch and the long tubular shape beneath his pant leg. It swelled a little under her gaze. “At least with you, I know it’s safe.”
"I'll be here, keep turning ya out for black dick. Hey, you did all that for five bucks, can I fuck your ass for ten?"
Her eyebrows shot up. She let Frank fuck her ass when she was on her period, but Samson’s huge cock?
“We’ll take it slow, let yo ass adjust. You’ll love it, beg for it in the end.” He snorted at the joke.
“Fine,” she sighed. “You can fuck my ass.”
“See you tomorrow, white girl,” he replied. And the next day, he thought. And the day after that.
“I’ll be waiting.”
“Meet me at the door wearing a bikini with a cold Colt 45 in each hand.”
Heather rolled her eyes, but said, “Fine, bring that black dick and you can have whatever you want.”
Samson winked again and backed out of the driveway.
Heather sucked her lower lip into her mouth watching him go.
“Fucking black men,” she muttered.
The End
I wouldn't have minded a cheeky extra image of Heather after she'd left town with Samson 😉 Brilliant story. Glad to see you giving some love to the classics in your library.
ReplyDeleteMe gusto mucho, que le agregaras las imágenes, quedaron perfectas
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