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“Hey, look who’s here,” said Frank, grinning. “Care if we join you?” He was already stepping down into the water.

Corrinne rolled her eyes. Frank was coming in on her right while Sam was squeezing in on her left. Saw was wearing standard swim trunks. He was trim, but not overly muscular. Frank on the other hand, was pretty cut for a man her father’s age. He had a medium build with well defined musculature. He was wearing a tight speedo that went with his swimmer’s build. He stood on the bottom of the hot tub. His crotch eye-level. Corrinne tried to look away, but still stared at it out of the corner of her eye. He was clearly displaying himself to her and she had to admit the bulge was impressive. She wouldn’t have been surprised if he were packing an eight-inch penis under there. He was smirking cockily, clearly proud of his physique and his prick and happy to show off his goods. She suppressed a giggle imagining Leon standing up to show him what a real man looks like. Finally, he sat down.

“So, Corrinne, I notice you’re wearing an engagement ring,” said Sam.

“Yes,” she said, smiling and holding her hand up out of the water, fingers outstretched to show off her ring.

“It’s not very big,” said Frank.

Corrinne lowered her hand. “It was all he could afford. He’s completing a medical residency. Just five years to go and he’ll be Dr. Simon Gerrard.”

“You should keep your maiden name,” said Sam.

“I agree,” said Frank, nodding. “Cox is better. You like Cox don’t you Corrinne?” She jerked a little when his hand found her knee under the water. It rested there squeezing her knee. “I think you’d be happier with Cox.” The hand slid over to her inner thigh.

“He’s a lucky man,” said Sam. “I hope he appreciates you. A woman like you needs to be treated right.” He placed his hand on her left knee, squeezing in a little closer.

Corrinne had gone pale and felt faint. Her right hand grabbed Frank’s wrist to stop him from getting and closer to her bikini bottom. Her heart was still beating heavily. A part of her wanted to give in to their advances. Why not? They’d show her a good time. Frank wouldn’t squirt at the sight of her naked body. She blamed LD’s porn for her slutty thoughts. She’d had fantasies before, but they were always straight sex with one particular man she found attractive.

“This Simon guy deserve her?” asked Frank, wiggling his hand out of her grip and flipping it around so that he was holding her wrist.

“Nope. He’s a bit of a loser.”

“LEON!” Corrinne exclaimed, indignantly as Frank pulled her wrist of towards his lap.

Leon shrugged. “Sorry, but he is a wimp and he doesn’t like football. He doesn’t like football,” he said more emphatically.

“He does sound like a loser,” said Frank, placing her hand on his penis. “Dump him and stick with Cox.”

Corrinne closed her hand around his penis. It was impressively thick. She fought not to stroke it. Sam’s hand was sliding up her thigh and his fingers were trying to work their way under her panty. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, giving Frank’s cock a little squeeze. “Leon?” she pleaded, looking over at her boss.

“Looks like a tight squeeze over there. Why don’t you come sit by me,” he said, gallantly coming to her rescue.

“Yes, I think I will,” she said, rising up just as the tip of Sam’s finger found her slit. Her hand stroked up Frank’s shaft, feeling his length before letting it go.

Corrinne didn’t stand straight up. She just rose, bent over and stepped closer to Leon. Frank whistled when her firm round ass came up out of the water. She felt his hand rise up and give her cheek a quick squeeze.

“Unbelievable,” said Sam, staring at her ass as Frank was grabbing it.

“What?” asked Corrinne, sitting down as close to Leon as she could. Their legs were rubbing together under the water. She immediately relaxed, feeling safer beside her boss. Still, she couldn’t stop thinking about Frank’s prick. It had felt around eight inches and twice as thick as Simon’s. It was the biggest she’d even felt or seen on a white man. Would one night with him be so bad?

“You. I’ve never seen a woman quite like you. You look like Jessica Rabbit kicked up a notch or ten.”

“Thanks, I guess,” she replied, not sure she liked being compared to a cartoon. Frank had slid closer, trapping her between him and Leon. Now her legs were brushing against both men. Underwater, his hand closed around her wrist again and pulled her hand back over to his prick. She closed her hand around it. No harm just touching it?

“Seriously, your figure is unbelievable,’ said Sam. “Could you stand up and give us a good look?”

“Uh, no thanks,” she said as Frank’s hand found her knee again.

“She’s good doing what she’s doing, Sam,” said Frank. He liked where this was going. She wasn’t jerking him off, but she was running her hand along the length, feeling his size. He moved his hand up her thigh, leaning in so that he could cup her pubic mound. She sat up straight and released his dick.

“Oh! You know, it’s still a little cramped in here.” Corrinne lifted her ass of the seat and slid over to her right. Now it was Leon’s turn to sit up straight as she jumped into his lap. “Sorry boss,” she apologized.

“That works,” muttered Sam. Her breasts were above the water level sitting in Leon’s lap. “That bikini’s so small, you might as well take it off.”

“We’re under surveillance,” she replied, squirming around in Leon’s lap. His bulging crotch was pressing into her ass. She lifted up, sliding up as Napoleon slid down a little. His strong hands cupped her bare ass cheeks guiding her crotch down right on his bulge. His hands slid up her sides until she was steady and stayed there. His thumbs were pressing into her back and moving around massaging her. It felt good and she fought not to moan.

“Are you saying you’d take it off if there wasn’t a camera?” asked Sam

“No cameras in our room. Perhaps you’d give us a little show?” added Frank.

“I’m not a stripper,” Corrinne said, indignantly. She pushed down into Leon’s bulge. It was swelling fast.

Leon slid his hands up her sides and pulled her back into his chest. “Sorry,” he whispered in her ear.

“It’s okay,” she whispered back, slowly grinding her crotch around the coiled-up bulge.

He growled softly. “The suit won’t hold it.” The head was already forcing its way out of the hem. “I have to take it out. It’ll press against your back?”

“Okay,”

“What are you two whispering about?” asked Frank.

“Nothing,” said Corrinne, standing up.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” said Sam, staring in awe at her body. Even Frank’s smug look seemed to falter as he stared at her.

“Relax, I’m just making an adjustment,” she said, reaching behind her and pulling on her thong. She suddenly realized that her bare ass was practically right in Leon’s face and she quickly sat back down. Too quickly.

He’d freed his huge cock, but hadn’t pulled it back against his stomach. Corrinne came down right on his shaft and found herself straddling his cock like she was a witch riding a broomstick. It wasn’t her plastic dildo. It was alive! It throbbed with life and power, giving off a different kind of heat then the hot water bubbling around them. She leaned back into him, sliding her crotch along the shaft towards the tip. She turned her head towards him, her lips whispering in his ear. “You’re so big!”

She felt his cock jerk between his legs. She slid her crotch back down the shaft. Leon’s throat was growling in her ear. His hands were on her waist again. They slid up to the sides of her breasts, then back down her waist and over her hips, caressing her down to her thighs. “Damn Corrinne, you have to stop,” he whispered.

“Mmmm,” she agreed, raising her hips. Her crotch slid along his shaft, the thin material covering her pubic mound twisting up until part of her pussy was bare and touching his bare cock. She raised her hips all the way to the bulbous head of his cock.

Leon’s hands slid back up to her hips and she prayed he was untying the sides of her bikini. They slid back up to her waist. “You need to get off,” he said, louder.

She agreed. She needed to get off. Her hips came up and lowered, her labia spreading open around the head. His cock twitched again forcing more of the head into her. His grip tightened on her waist. He was going to pull her down into his black cock and she was going to take the whole thing. She didn’t care if it killed her. Instead, he pushed her up.

Corrinne stood up again. She opened her eyes. Frank and Sam had been staring at them, silently and shocked. She must have looked like a wanton slut. Now their eyes were focusing on her body again, at the wet top tightly clinging to her erect nipples, at the twisted up bottoms, pulled aside so that her blonde pubic hair was visible. “Uh.. I think I’ll hit the sauna.” She turned and climbed out of the bubbling tub, six eyes staring at her ass as she stumbled her way towards the sauna.

“I think I’ll join you,” said Frank.

She turned. “NO! I’d like to be left alone.”

“Come on baby, let me keep you company,” he said.

“Leave her alone,” said Leon.

Frank had stood up. He’d tucked his prick back into his speedos, but the material was still tented out from his still erect penis. He looked angrily down at the black man almost like he was foolishly about to fight him. The last thing Corrinne saw before turning back towards the sauna was the look of absolute horror crossing Frank’s face as he stared down at the black serpent rising up out of the water. Sam was staring at it too and had slid as far away from Leon’s black cock as he could without getting out of the tub. Frank sank back down into the water next to Sam, the smug look of superiority wiped off his face.

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Corrinne turned the sauna up and opened the door. She froze at the wall of white that greeted her. It should have taken some time to steam up? The rectangular wall of white reminded her of the picture of the fog covering Coxville that her mom had just texted her. Corrinne took a deep breath and stepped inside.

The steam was swirling around her. She stumbled her way forwards, her steps tentative until they bumped into a bench. She was drunk and horny. The heat of the tub and sauna was getting to her. Her nipples ached and throbbed until she had to reach up and squeeze them. Worst of all, she was filled with shame at her wanton behavior. What must Leon think of her?

She sat down on the bench. Her nipples were hurting now, the tight bikini was getting tighter, shrinking into her breast. She was the panty. She quickly untied the strings. She sighed with relief as the bikini fell off. Corrinne closed her eyes and laid her head back against the wall.

Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them open. She slid down the wall, laying on the bench. Her lover cupped his strong arms under her knees and lifted her hips up off the bench. She opened her eyes. “I hoped you’d come,” she whispered.

Leon’s dark form hovered between her legs. His vaporous torso ebbed and flowed with the steam. “Corrinne,” he whispered, lifting her up until her pussy was lined up with the giant misty cock. He plunged forwards and it felt like her pussy was opening for him before he’d even touched it.

“Oh my god,” she moaned, raising her hips into each thrust of his cock. “Fuck me! Fuck my pussy!”

His hot foggy hands slid up her stomach and squeezed her breasts, finally giving her nipples the relief they craved as he squeezed them hard between his fingers. Everywhere his hands touched, left behind hot droplets of condensation. “Corrinne,” he whispered again.

“Master,” she answered. “Fuck me! Seed me, master.”

Leon rammed his cock in to the balls. It jerked, spraying her womb full of seed. It was still filling her as he leaned down over her, their lips touching in a loving kiss. She wondered where the beard had come from. He was jerked back. “Corrinne,” he gasped.

Her lips tried to follow him. The shadowy man was clutching his throat. His head snapped to the side like his neck was broken. His cock freed her pussy, still spewing his seed. It sprayed all over her body, leaving more rivulets of sweat and condensation everywhere it touched her body. “Corrinne,” he rasped so softly she could barely hear him. She watched in horror as her shadowy lover was snatched back into the steam, disappearing from her sight.

“CORRINNE!”

She opened her eyes, jerking awake. Leon banged on the door again. “Hold on,” she called, pulling her fingers from her pussy. She looked around. The sauna wasn’t half as steamy as she’d imagined. She could see pretty clearly through the tendrils in the room. She frowned, confused. Her bikini top was in the far corner of the room, wadded up like it had been tossed there. Her bottoms were in another corner as far away from her bench as they could be.

It took her ten minutes to untangle the material and fix the strings so that she could stretch the tight material back around her body. Leon banged again just as she pulled the door open. Leon looked down her body, taking a step back. “What?” she asked.

“You look different.” His eyes swept down her body. “Seriously, you were in there thirty minutes. I started to get worried.” He held her robe open for her.

“Wow! That long? Why didn’t you come get me?”

“I had to wait for a swelling to go down.”

She tightened her belt. “Sorry. I guess things got carried away. Please don’t hate me.”

Leon looked sad. His hand rose and rested against her cheek. He looked into her eyes. She wanted to close hers and pucker her lips. “I could never hate you, Corrinne. It was my fault as well as yours.”

She smiled, tears welling in her eyes. He dropped his hand and she looked back over to the hot tub.

“They left awhile ago. Couldn’t get out of here fast enough.”

“Thanks for the help.”

“Let’s go. It’s late.”

They left the pool and entered the lobby area. The hallway was mirrored. She did look different. Her skin was still covered in condensation and her hair was soaked, hanging straight down. She looked like a nymph that had just emerged from a waterfall. She looked like a lascivious slut.

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Straight Outta Coxville

A Coxville Curse story

Copyright 2019 by Stormbringer





Leon’s eyes scanned down the resume as the applicant strolled into his office. Corrine Cox, her last name made him smile, bringing back the only truly pleasant memories of his home county. She was fresh out of college, didn’t have much work experience, but her majors and minors were applicable to the job. Most importantly, the salary she was looking for was within his range. Leon rose from his desk, hand out to greet his final applicant of the day. He smiled as his head rose to look her in the eye…

His cock twitched.

A bead of sweat formed on his forehead. It took every ounce of his will not to glance down at her breasts. Her slim white hand joined with his strong black one. Both of their eyes widened as there was a static shock when they touched, but she shook his hand with a firm grip. “Ms. Cox,” he said, staring into some of the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen on a woman. “Thank you for coming.”

“Napoleon Johnson.” She shook his hand vigorously. “Who dat? Who dat, Mr. Johnson?”

“Saints fan?”

“Yes, sir. I’ll never forget you scoring that touchdown against the Cowboys.”

He grinned. “My proudest moment. I think the Saints might go to the super bowl this year.”

“They’ve put a good team together,” she agreed, nodding. “And I might add, your play against Dallas was identical to the touchdown you scored against the Bartown Beavers, Mr. Johnson.”

“Please call me Leon.” He sat back in his chair. His desk hid her lower body and allowed him to concentrate on her face. She was simply gorgeous and it was a natural beauty. Her hair was blonde and fell to her rib cage. She had porcelain skin with a touch of color to her high cheek bones. Her eyelashes were real and long. Those bright blue eyes were staring at him, both alluring and innocent. “You’re from Coxville, Ms. Cox?” he asked, like he couldn’t already tell by her buxom figure.

“Yes sir… Leon. Climax. I was a cheerleader for the Climax Ospreys.”

“The big O!” Leon smiled finding her very likable.  Climax was a centralized farming community near the center of the county. Not big, but big enough to have its own school district.  If he remembered his fourth-grade local history, Climax was primarily settled by Swedes who left their mark in the county by the many blonde haired, blue eyed citizens. “I’m from Bald Knob.” He waited, testing for a reaction. She nodded her head and continued smiling. Bald Knob was poor and all black, but had strong family values. “Phineas J Cox High bused me in to Coxburg they desperately wanted me to play for the Bulls.” Coxburg did not have strong family values. Phineas J Cox High served the poor ghetto section of Coxburg and was nearly all black. Most of the white kids went to the middle-class Coxburg High district. The Bulls had trouble with dropouts and drug dealing and were delighted to have a stable player in Napoleon Johnson. “You must have been a child when you saw me at the Bulls-Beaver game?”

“I was…” Her blue eyes moved upwards in thought as she did the math in her head. “Eight, I think. My dad was a sport’s writer for the Coxville Times and we went to all the local games, Bulls, Ospreys, Coxville Cocks, Bumpass Buccaneers, and of course, the Tittsville Titans.”

Leon drummed his fingers staring at her. His memories of Coxville weren’t great. The county was rife with racism and seemed mired in a 1950s mentality when it came to the races. The county council had fought integration with every tool they had at their disposal. His fellow Bulls used to joke it was because the white men had such small penises. Leon had laughed with them, but had never seen a white penis. He’d only seen Bull penises in the 10 to 14-inch range during gym class. They were often semi-hard and teammates jerking off in the showers to relieve their huge balls wasn’t uncommon. When he finally left for college, he found himself staring in shock at all the freakishly small cocks on all the other men both white and black. They looked like children to Leon, two-inch penises that barely hung below walnut sized testicles. And his classmates were staring back at him like he was the freak!

Leon shook his head to clear it. “So, what brings you to Baltimore, Ms. Cox?”

“I followed my boyfriend… sorry fiancé here. He’s interning at Johns Hopkins and please, call me Corinne.”

“Well Corinne, let me tell you about the Napoleon Johnson Way.” When Leon’s football career had ended, he started a career in motivational speaking and taught classes in management and leadership, and now gave three-day training seminars. Corrinne nodded her head, eagerly listening to him describe his seminars. He needed a personal assistant to handle all the arrangements, troubleshooter, and to aid him during his trips. So far, he’d been doing it on his own, with his wife helping when she could and his secretary, Rose, to handle his calls. Business was picking up since his book came out and he expected to be giving seminars on an almost weekly basis. He tried to arrange Thursdays through Saturdays, but any dates were an option. He liked Corrinne’s college curriculum but had another applicant with actual experience as a personal assistant. She was asking for more money than Corrinne was, but had also put negotiable in parenthesis.

“I know I don’t have the experience, but I’m a quick study, Mr. Johnson. I think I can be an asset if you’re willing to give me the chance.”

“Well, I’ve enjoyed our meeting and will certainly consider you for the position. There is one other applicant with more experience then you, that I’m considering. I do have another question and it’s a little inappropriate.” He watched her eyes narrow and her cheeks flushed a little more. Undoubtably she was viewed as nothing but a sex object by many of the men she’d encountered. “Coxville, isn’t exactly progressive when it comes to race relations.” She’d tensed up, but started to relax again, smiling in understanding. “You’d have no problems working for a black man?” Every black person in Coxville County was descended from African slave stock owned by the Cox family which meant that at some point Corrinne’s ancestors had owned Leon’s ancestors and they both knew it.

“Absolutely none, sir. I’d be happy to work under a black man.”

Leon’s cock twitched again. She said it so innocently, but he couldn’t help picturing her naked writhing in ecstasy beneath him. The races did not mix in Coxville, but many a black man liked to fantasize about fucking a white woman. Of course, the black women in Coxville were just as stacked and much easier lays. Some of them were even said to be “cock crazy”.  Leon hadn’t even dreamed he might ever get a chance to be with a white woman until college when he was shocked to discover a lot of white women were up for it. He dated three, but his cock ended up scaring all of them off. There were a couple more who’d heard rumors about his size and hooked up with him at parties, but all they ended up doing was jerking him off. Then he’d met Tonja. She’d stroked his shaft the first time he’d showed it to her. “I can work with this,” she’d said and his brown skinned beauty made him forget all about white women.

Corrinne was still talking. “I fully believe all men are created equal. My mom probably wouldn’t like it, but honestly, I found back home to be a conservative backwater and I’m glad to have moved on.”

“I’m glad to have gotten out of there too,” he agreed. “There’s only one thing I miss about Coxville and that’s…”

“Floyd’s Barbecue,” she answered.

“Floyd’s Barbecue,” he agreed, grinning. “One last question Corrinne. Is there any reason I shouldn’t hire you?” He leaned forwards, watching her reaction just as she leaned back. He couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering down to her breasts. Dayumn! They had to be EEs and he could see the outline of plump nipples trying to pierce their way through her bra. Correction, there were two things he missed about Coxville. Another bead of sweat formed on his forehead. He forced his eyes back up to her face. Luckily, her blue eyes were looking up rather endearingly at the roof as she thought for an answer.

“Though I think I’d be good at this job and I like to travel, I’m getting married in December and we’ve discussed starting a family right away. It is something I can discuss with my fiancé.”

“Thanks for being honest. I was hoping for a longer-term employee.” One half of Leon’s brain relaxed when she reminded him she was engaged while his lizard brain had her writhing beneath him again only this time his cock was pumping his seed into her fertile womb. What the fuck is wrong with you? He thought, feeling his cock slowly swelling. You’re a married man for god’s sake. Leon stood. “I’ll be making my decision over the next few days.” He held his hand out.

Corrinne stood and shook his hand. Leon’s eyes focused right on her cleavage. She was dressed unbelievably sexy, but professional in a white blouse tucked into a black skirt. The blouse was short sleeved and had bunched up while she sat. This had pushed the buttons together and created little gaps down the front that showed hints of pale pink flesh. The skirt wasn’t too short, but not too long either. He pulled his eyes away from trying to sneak a glimpse of her breast flesh as she shook his hand. She was almost as tall as he was with her head only a few inches shorter than his. He forced himself to look her in the eyes, but her own eyes were sweeping across his chest taking in his broad upper body. Leon was as fit now as he had been at the height of his career. He was 6’4” and 254 pounds of pure muscle. He could bench press 225 lbs. for 33 reps. He fought off the urge to flex for her.

Corrinne looked up from his chest and blushed when she realized he’d caught her staring.  “Thanks for your time, Mr. Johnson.” She released his hand. Her eyes glanced down again this time at his crotch. His cock wanted to swell again. “Could I have… I’ll gladly pay you.”

Leon looked down, feeling stupid. She was glancing at the stack of his book on the desk. “Nonsense, I’d be happy give you a copy.” He reached down and grabbed a book.

“Could you autograph it for me?”

“They’re already signed, but I can personalize it to you. For Corrinne…”

“For Manly, my father.”

“Your father is Manly Cox? His articles got the college scouts to come look at me!” Because of Manly he’d gotten a full football scholarship to college and because of college he’d met his wife and gotten drafted by the Saints and because of the Saints, he was rich, a best-selling author, and now an up and coming motivational speaker. “I’ve met you before.”

Corrinne smiled. “A couple times, once in the locker-room and again at Floyd’s for your graduation party.”

Leon laughed. He totally remembered the little blonde girl standing at Manly Cox’s side. He’d autographed a football for her. Leon handed her the copy of, “Winning! On and off the Field,” by Napoleon Johnson. “Small world. Thank your father for me. I owe him a lot.”

“I will Leon and it was nice to see you again.” She held out her hand for another handshake. Jesus, he said staring at her affectionately. How could that little stick of a girl blossom into this buxom sexpot? But then nearly all the little girls in Coxville turned into women like this.

Leon got a better chance to check her out as she was walking away. She had black heels on and wasn’t as tall as he’d thought, maybe 5’10” or 11” barefoot. Her calves were strong and firm and then there was her ass. It was a perfectly rounded bubble butt to help balance out all the weight in her chest. He looked up quickly when she spun around. “Should I send in your next interview?”

His brow furrowed. “Sorry, you’re my last interview.”

Corrinne cocked her head. “But there’s…”

“Oh, that’s my wife. We’re going out to dinner.”

Corrinne blushed and looked embarrassed. “I just assumed she was here for the job.”

“I didn’t exactly set you straight either,” said Tonja, walking into the room. Leon smiled at the sight of his wife. She’d been a successful model throughout her twenties and now at 33, she was working less, but not any less attractive. They’d been married almost ten years and they still made love three times a week. Tonja had light brown skin with a thin waist and wider hips. Her legs were strong and firm from running and yoga. She straightened her long black hair and it fell down as far as her C-cup breasts. They weren’t as big as a woman from Coxville, but they were large on her thin frame and Leon considered her firm C-cups capped by long brown nipples to be just about perfect. “It was nice meeting you, Corrinne.” Tonja stopped to shake her hand.

“You too, Tonja.” Corrinne shook her hand back. They parted and Tonja walked over to kiss Leon, marking her territory as Corrinne turned and left the office.

“I hate her,” said Tonja sitting down in Leon’s lap and giving her husband a kiss.

“Is that so?” he asked, laughing.

“No dammit. She’s a sweetheart. She was absolutely friendly to me and wished me good luck getting the job with total sincerity.”

“I liked her too and she’s from back home.” Leon quickly filled his wife in on Corrinne’s background and how he credited her father with some of his career success.

“Have you decided?”

“Yeah, I think Corrinne would be great, but I have to go with experience. If Mrs. Espada is willing to accept a lower salary then she was asking, I’ll hire her, but if not, I’ll offer the job to Corrinne. If you’re okay with that?”

Tonja furrowed her brows and glared at her husband. “If I’m okay with it? Why? What do you mean? Is there something about her you think would make me jealous? Well…? Speak husband.”

“I.. uh..” Leon stuttered.

“I’m fine with it.” Tonja kissed him again, this time more passionately and longer. His cock swelled. “What’s this?” she asked, wiggling her ass in his lap. “Looks like Big Johnson wants out. What do you say?” She kissed him again. “We haven’t fucked in your office in a while.”

“I say, yes ma’am.”

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Corrinne winced in the elevator. Luckily, she was riding it alone and could tug on her bra. She’d felt a shock of static electricity shaking hands with Mr. Johnson that seemed to send a shock wave straight to her nipples. Her plump pink nipples were rock hard, sticking out well over half an inch from her equally swollen areola. They showed no signs of wanting to go down either. She adjusted her bra, covering them, but aware they were still sticking out through her bra and visible through her blouse. Not an ideal situation for an interview with a potential new boss.

Her mind wandered to Napoleon Johnson. He was a big man, a very big man. Leon was an exemplar example of male physical perfection. He stood up from behind his desk, no jacket, but he wore a shirt and tie. The tucked in shirt hugged his hard stomach and waist, the shirt expanded as her eyes traveled up and his chest expanded up to his broad shoulders and bull neck. His facial features were decidedly African with large lips and a wide flat nose. Being a Cox from Coxville County, she’d never find a black man attractive or admit to it when she did, but Leon was a handsome man. The bald head with no facial hair also gave him a very virile appearance. Plus, his wife was absolutely gorgeous. They were a very handsome couple.

Corrinne was still thinking about Leon during her walk to the parking garage and on the drive to her and Simon’s apartment. The first time she’d seen him was in the Bull’s locker-room. He was bare chested with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He’d tousled her hair as he walked past her towards the showers. He’d been in great physical shape then but was even bigger now since NFL training. Ghetto thug after ghetto thug marched past her coming to or from the showers. Her dad wouldn’t have lasted five minutes walking down the street in one of their neighborhoods, but here on school grounds, Manly was viewed as a chance to move up and get out of the slums.

“How’d it go?” asked Simon when she walked into their apartment’s door.

“Pretty good, I think,” she replied. She filled him in on her meeting while he fixed them both some bowls of Ramen noodles. “Hopefully, we can get out of this apartment soon and get a place outside the city.”

“Amen to that,” agreed Simon, slurping in a mouthful of noodles. They both hated their place. There were sirens every night and one of their neighbors liked to party on weekends, playing loud music with people hanging out in the hall. One night, they’d even heard gunshots.

Simon had the nightshift at the hospital, but they had time to stream a movie together. They snuggled on the couch watching some alien invasion movie (his choice). Simon Gerrard had been a science fiction geek since his dad had shown him Star Wars. If Corrinne had spoken that thought out loud, he would have corrected her that it was, Star Wars: Episode 4: A New Hope and not just Star Wars.

Simon went to take a shower while she cleaned up some before going to bed. She sighed standing by the bed as she undid her blouse. She hated sleeping alone and she was doing it five nights a week. If she got the job with Leon, she’d be sleeping alone six nights a week. Sunday nights when she got back from her seminars would be the only night she and her future husband would have together. It almost made her hope Leon didn’t offer her the job.

Corrinne was thinking about Leon again as she undressed, pulling her blouse off. The image of an eighteen-year-old Napoleon Johnson, naked, but for the white towel wrapped around his waist appeared in her head. She unbuttoned and dropped the skirt while she stared at Leon standing at the entrance to the bathroom, steam coming out behind him. He was watching intently as she reached up and unhooked the bra between her breasts. She lowered her arms as her bra sprang back like a coiled spring. Leon opened and dropped the towel.

“JESUS CORRINNE!”

Corrinne jumped startled. The big muscular black form dissolved into the skinny white figure of Simon. His towel was falling to his feet and he was staring stupidly at her breasts. Instinctively, her arms flew up to cover them, but one nipple topped breast kept popping out around her arms. “Simon!”

“Wanna have a little fun before I go?” He asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her. “I’ve got time.”

Corrine smiled, her eyes lowering to the hard penis sticking out between his skinny legs. It was so swollen it looked like it was pushing six inches. “Sure, why not?” She lowered her arms and almost immediately his penis started bucking up and down. She quickly covered her breasts again. “Hit the lights.”

Simon looked down disappointed and walked over towards the light switch. He couldn’t handle her nude body and they had to make love with the lights out. Her sex drive didn’t match Simon’s, but she dutifully put out for him once a week. Tonight, wasn’t their regular night, but for some reason, she was in the mood. Her nipples were still rock hard and there was some dampness between her legs. If she hadn’t been in the mood, all she’d have had to do was reach up and pinch her nipples and her fiancé’s hard penis would have shot its load while he stared at her.

In the dark, he could hold off for a while. “I’ve never seen these so hard,” he whispered, kissing her nipple while pinching her other nipple.

Corrinne gasped as she fell back and he climbed above her still sucking on one of her erect nipples. Having Simon slobber all over her tits had never felt this good. They were sending little electric signals straight between her legs and her arousal was growing.

His hard penis slid up her thigh. She got her hand down between her legs just as the head of his penis pushed forward. Simon groaned in disappointment around her nipple. Her hand slid under his pillow and found a condom. She raised it up to his chest. He grabbed the pack and ripped it open, sitting up and fumbling to get it on in the dark. Seconds later, his penis returned between her legs and this time she let him enter.

“I can’t wait until we’re married and I don’t have to wear these things.”

“I’d let you put it in bareback now, if I could trust you to pull out.” She stroked his hair, moaning as he sucked one nipple again, working his penis in and out. This was definitely better than normal.

“That’s this hot body’s fault not mine,” he groaned, squeezing her tits.

To his credit, Simon lasted a good five minutes before pushing his penis deep and filling the condom’s receptacle with the seed she hoped would one day give her several babies. Usually, she was happy to have the sex get over, but tonight, it left her wanting more and she’d wished he’d kept going.

Simon turned the light on while he tossed the condom and cleaned up a little. He dressed in his scrubs and walked over to kiss her goodbye. “Thanks hon, that was a nice surprise.”

“It was nice.” She watched sadly as he flicked the light off and she was once again alone in an empty bed.

She wasn’t quite ready to sleep yet, so she turned the light back on and climbed out of bed returning with the book Leon had autographed for her father. She skimmed through the table of contents before flipping through the book to look at the pictures. The first one showed Leon as a young boy with his parents outside a run-down trailer in Bald Knob. She smiled at the second picture, a teenage Napoleon in his Bulls uniform. There were some pictures of Leon scoring touchdowns in various high school games. She paused on one, it showed the Phineas J Cox High Bulls all lined up along the shores of Lake Cox. Their arms were around each other. They were all shirtless and in swim trunks. Her eyes lingered on this picture before she ran her finger from left to right over muscular torso after muscular torso until the tip of her finger rested on Leon’s image.

Beth felt a little uncomfortable and sat up adjusting the book on her ribs while cupping her breasts within her arms. Her nipples were still aching, and her eyes focused on the hard, up thrust knobs sticking out of equally swollen areola. They hadn’t been this hard and sensitive since she’d been a teenager swimming in Lake Cox and the water had been ice cold. The picture of the Bulls must have reminded her of that trip. They were throbbing so badly, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to fall asleep. She moved one arm off the book and reached up to touch one of her nipples. The resulting spasm of pleasure made her hip buck up so violently, the book fell off her body.

Corrinne gasped, breathing heavily while staring at the ceiling. Her hand slid down her breast and over her flat stomach, her finger tips slipped through the blonde tangles on her pubic mound until they slowly entered her pussy. Her hips slowly raised into her fingers eliciting a moan from the back of her throat. She imagined Simon walking back into the room and finding her like this. His penis immediately springing back up to full erection. She was humping her fingers now. He was rolling a condom on as he climbed between her legs. He looked up at her, smirked and then ripped it off, pushing his six inch penis down to penetrate her as she raised her hips up so that he could enter her bare back. Corrined moaned, pushing her fingers as deep as she could, her head turned, falling on the book. It was open to another picture. This one was of Tonya and Leon on a beach in Hawaii for their honeymoon. Tonya was in a skimpy white bikini, her body near perfect in Corrinne’s eyes. The beautiful black model’s breasts were a little too big for her frame, but they looked more proportional to a native of Coxville where EE cups were the average. Leon was in Saint’s printed drawstring swim trunks with a fat tubular shaped bulge running down one leg. His bare chest rippled with muscles, harder, bulging, and more defined then when he’d been a teenager. She thrust her fingers faster staring at the black Adonis. Her free hand slid up her sides to her breast. Her release came the second her fingers pinched down around the sensitive nipple. “Simon!” she gasped, having a rare orgasm. Her eyes moved off the picture looking down her body as she came down from her orgasm. Her fiancé had become more manly and muscular and was now bald. He slowly disappeared as she came back down to reality. Corrinne stretched catlike on the bed, purring contentedly. She’d needed that.

She picked the book back up deciding to read a little bit. Leon only spent two chapters on Coxville, the first about his parents raising him in Bald Knob and the second about his football career in Coxburg. She felt sad as he mentioned the long string of amazing players from broken homes that dropped out to join gangs and sell drugs, but she smiled with delight to see that he’d referenced her father three times in helping him get a sport’s scholarship.

Finally, her eyes started closing and her nipples had softened, so she was able to set the book down and fall asleep.

Corrinne awoke around 8:30am when Simon got in bed and snuggled up behind her. Just after 9:00am her phone rang. He moaned half asleep and she wriggled out of his arms and ran to her purse to answer it. “Hello.”

“Hi Corrinne,” said a deep masculine voice. “This is Napoleon Johnson. I’d like to off you the position.”

“Wow! Mr. Johnson. That would be wonderful,” she answered excitedly.

“I’ll need you to come to the office as soon as possible to get a copy of the program for the Napoleon Johnson Way. You’ll need to learn if front and back, top to bottom, and I’d like you by my side for this week’s seminar. It’s in Phoenix.”

“Wow!” she said again, feeling like an airhead. “Of course, Mr. Johnson. I’ll come in today and pick one up.” She paused in thought for a moment. “Of course, if I’m to be your personal assistant, then I’ll need information on your flight and where you’re staying so that I can arrange a ticket and room for myself. I’ll have to look into your future travel plans also. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get started today?”

“That’s exactly the kind of proactive work attitude I’m looking for Ms. Cox. I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Thanks Mr. Johnson. I won’t let you down.”

Corrinne returned to the bedroom, grinning from ear to ear. “Guess what? I got the…”

Simon was laying on his back staring at her. She was still nude from last night and her nipples had returned to their hardened sensitive state the second she’d answered the phone. He was used to seeing her buxom body bouncing around underneath an oversized tee shirt. She quickly slipped under the covers and snuggled up to him.

Corrinne told him about her conversation with Leon and how she’d be starting today and traveling to Phoenix later that week. Corrinne ran her hand over Simon’s chest. She was bursting with excitement. The young woman had felt trapped in Coxville her entire young life and leaving for College had been both rewarding and empowering. Baltimore had some nice areas and they were close to Washington, but they mostly found the city to be dirty and rundown. Now she was going to travel and see the country. Her hand slid down his stomach, pausing when her palm slid over his rock-hard penis. “What’s this?” she asked, squeezing it.

“That thing that comes up every time I see you nude,” said Simon. His eyes lit up when his future wife slid on top and straddled his body.

Corrine kissed him deeply, letting their tongues duel. She slid her pussy up along his penis until the grape-sized head found the entrance to her pussy. His moan when she pushed down brought her to her senses. She slid her pussy back down, kissing him again while her hand slipped under his pillow for another condom. She raised herself a little ripping the condom pack open, sitting up as she pulled it out.

Simon’s hands were on her thighs. It was a bright day and sun shined through the windows. The blanket fell down her back as she reached down for his penis. Her hand moved up and she pulled the penis upright so that she could pull the rubber down over it. But it was too late.

“UNHH!” grunted Simon, cumming all over her palm.

Corrinne pulled her hand back from the head, but her hand was already coated in a teaspoon’s worth of runny semen. She crinkled her nose as she looked at the mess.

“Sorry,” said Simon. “Sorry.” He looked ashamed. Her body had done it to him again. He was still staring at her naked form sitting in his lap.

“It okay,” she said, forcing a smile. It wasn’t okay. She was worked up and had wanted him inside her. Her eyes wandered down to his penis, wondering if she could make it had again. It had already shrunken down to about an inch and had continued leaking runny semen into his pubes. It always fascinated her how a penis could go from being so large and hard to being so small and limp in such a little period of time. Looking at the limp noodle, she no longer wanted it. “Maybe we can try again tonight?”

Simon grimaced. “Double shift at the hospital. You won’t see me until tomorrow morning. Sorry.”

Corrinne sighed and climbed off him. Well, at least she now had a job to occupy herself, she thought, as she went to the bathroom to clean the mess off her hand.

**********

Corrinne’s new job was amazing, and she thrived at it. After the first seminar in Phoenix, she made some suggestions that Leon adapted immediately. Her second seminar was in Vancouver and she became an active speaker with a head microphone, playing off Leon, exchanging jokes, and lifting the crowd up. Next was New York City and a month into her job, Leon gave her a substantial raise. The crowd of mostly businessmen loved her and many an eye would flicker down to her hand looking for a ring. Most didn’t care when they saw her engagement ring and she got many offers to meet for drinks. Sometimes she accepted, but only if Leon went along with her for protection.

Next came Chicago, then Orlando. Leon let her have off on Mondays, but she was never really off. Most Mondays she’d spend home usually alone, but when she was lucky, she might have a morning or evening with Simon. Much of her day “off” was still spent on the phone or answering emails for work. After a few months, she found herself developing a growing friendship with Tonya. It started when Tonya came into the office to surprise her husband by taking him out to lunch, but he was too busy to get away so she took Corrinne instead. They got along so well, Corrinne lost track of time and was late getting back to work. Leon didn’t seem to mind as Tonya didn’t have any female friends that lived nearby. Soon Corrinne was spending what little free time she had with her new friend. Tonya loved to shop and helped Corrinne pick out new business professional outfits for work. Tonya had no problem showing off her body and the outfits she chose for Corrinne were all a little sexier, the skirts a little shorter, the tops a little lower cut, but all still tasteful.

Corrinne drew the line on swimwear. As the summer progressed, she’d spend Mondays with Tonya laying out beside their large pool. The first time Corrinne saw the Johnson’s mansion left her mouth hanging open. There were two floors, seven bedrooms, and a basement man-cave decorated in Saints’ merchandise. Leon’s mancave had a bar, a pool table, foo’s ball, and a huge television. The pool area was just as amazing as the rest of the house, rafts floated around on the water, and they had a nice tiki bar with stools. Tonya was an excellent bartender and Corrinne found herself enjoying margaritas and strawberry daiquiris as she tanned beside her black friend or while the two women floated side by side on rafts. 

Corrinne had the one suit, a one piece, white with a rose pattern. It tightly hugged her figure and she looked incredible in it, but it wasn’t a bikini. Tonya wore the tiny bikini from her Hawaii honeymoon picture the first time they laid out. Every other time, it was a different bikini that she had been allowed to keep from assorted modeling shoots. Corrinne balked at the idea of wearing a skimpy bikini. As a teen, she’d attracted too much male attention in a two-piece swimsuit along the shores of Lake Cox and she’d been uncomfortable showing off so much skin ever since. Tonya laughed. “Cee Cee,” she said, using her nickname for Corrinne. “Showing of to whom? We have complete privacy here.” The black woman reached behind her and undid her top, tossing it away. Her brown C-cups were perfectly formed and capped by much darker nipples. “Unless of course, the pool boy comes,” she laughed, walking nude except for her bikini bottoms over to the bar to fix them another drink. Their pool days often left Corrinne too tipsy to drive home and Tonya would give her a lift back into the city or call for a ride service and sometimes if Simon was working the late shift, she’d spend the night.

Corrinne even confessed to her that she was a little sexually frustrated. She was horny all the time and seeing very little of Simon. “That problem is easily solved,” said Tonya.

“How?”

“Follow me.” Tonya had been sunbathing topless. Her bottom was little more than a patch over her pubic strip while the back was a string that left her firm ass bare. Corrinne found herself staring at her brown ass as she followed Tonya up the stairs. One cheek would flex followed by the other cheek as she climbed each step. Tonya entered her and Leon’s huge bedroom. Corrinne had been here before. She was jealous of the fashion models large walk in closet. “I get horny too,” said Tonya. “Especially with Leon off with you half the week.” Tonya reached into a drawer; Corrinne’s mouth fell open watching her friend withdraw an absolutely massive black dildo. “Here is the solution to your problem.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me? That thing looks like a horse’s penis!”

“Leon’s actually a little bigger. “This is the Long Dong, but we can find something you’re a little more accustomed to.” Tonya went over to a desk with a laptop on it and booted it up.”

“Wait! Amazon sells dildoes?”

“They sure do, Cee Cee. Pick one your size.”

Corrine scrolled through the images of dildo after dildo. She favored the realistic kind that actually resembled a penis. She found one, that reminded her of Simon in size and shape, but it was pink, and the base was extended to house the battery and vibrator. “This one.”

Tonya leaned over her shoulder. “Why that one? It’s tiny!” She read the description. “Penetrating depth is only 5 ¾”. Let’s find you an eight inch one.”

“I like that one,” she insisted.

“If you’re sure.” Tonya clicked the purchase option. “My treat honey.” She already had Leon’s office address in as an option and added, care of Corrinne Cox, to the address.

**********

As Tonya was becoming her best friend, Corrinne was also growing closer to Leon. They got along fabulously and their banter during seminars had many assuming they were a couple. Once every trip, they’d have dinner together. It was always fancy and tax deductible. It was their friendly dinner and they never discussed work. The other two nights, she was on her own. Occasionally, she and Leon would order takeout and they’d eat in his room, but usually she used the opportunity to play tourist and visit a museum or park or historical site. Every morning they met in the breakfast area of whatever motel they were staying together to discuss work and upcoming seminars that Corrinne was booking.

The pink vibrating dildo was an instant hit with her. This is no big deal, she thought, the first time she slowly inserted it all the way in. Then she switched it on and it was instant magic. Her hips bucked and she came all over the vibrating rubber cock. She liked it so much, she almost used it every night when she wasn’t on her period. She experimented with the vibration settings. Her hard nipples had become the new normal for her, something she’d have to learn to live with, but they also seemed to have a direct line to her vagina. Kneading and pinching her hard nipples while using her dildo gave her even bigger orgasms. Corrinne was blushing so badly the first time she handed over her checked bag to the airline with the dildo in it, Leon was concerned she was flushing from a fever.

One morning in August while they were in Dallas, Corrinne found herself turning around in front of a full-length mirror. “Too sexy,” she muttered, even while feeling a little full of herself at how good she looked. It was her fault really, for mentioning to Tonya that she was considering working out more. The first chance Tonya got, they were shopping, and Tonya was selecting workout outfits for her. Now here she was wearing skintight black capris and a crisscross open back pink and black bra top that hugged her shapely breasts and left her belly bare. She’d never worn anything that showed off this much skin and felt a bit nervous.

She regretted it the second she left her room. A man in the hallway did a double take, staring at her body until they passed each other, but all he did was nod and say, “Good morning.” She got even more stares in the lobby making her feel uncomfortable. She cursed her breasts and the attention they brought her, but deep down, she knew she was gorgeous and would have gotten stares even if all she had were b-cups.

She saw another figure in the fitness center and prayed for another woman, but when she opened the door, it was Leon that looked up at her from an exercise bike. Corrinne froze and Leon just stared at her bare stomach, his dark eyes scanning her body in the form hugging outfit. She stared back, her eyes roaming his black muscular arms and the white tank top clinging to his chest. It was damp from sweat. She could see his abdominals and his hard stomach. Her eyes went lower to the tight compression wear cycle shorts. Her brow furrowed before her eyes opened wider and the huge bulge in the front of the shorts. The material clung to a fat coiled tubular object with equally large spherical bulges beneath it. Her nipples were popping out as she stared, and her workout top did little to hide them. They were starting to become a nuisance. She knew from experience that they’d still be prominent when their seminar started, and she’d have dozens of businessmen staring at her nipples.

“Corrinne, I’ve never seen you working out before,” said Leon. He rose and she found it hard not to look down at his bulge. The shorts were doing nothing to hide what looked like an absolutely huge penis.

“I thought I could use some toning up. I’ve never really exercised much.”

His eyes flickered down her figure again. “Well, I don’t see where you need any toning up, but if you need any pointers, let me know.” Leon turned and straddled an exercise bike. She opted for a treadmill. “I never had to workout much either at your age. My body was just naturally big. Now, I just lift a lot to maintain my current size though since I’m no longer playing, I don’t really need to. Not sure, I’d burn off as many calories as I would when I was your age though. Truthfully, I just feel good working out.”

Corrinne pictured the shirtless 18-year-old Napoleon Johnson and all the other black skinned muscular football players she’d seen in locker rooms with her dad. “Natives of Coxville do seem to have good genes,” she said, jogging along.

Leon looked over at her. His eyes flickered to her breasts. “Really good genes,” he agreed.

It was certainly true though Corrinne had never given it much thought. She’d heard data before that around 2/3 of Americans were overweight, but that certainly didn’t apply to Coxville. Black men seemed naturally fit and muscular while both white and black women tended to have all their excess body weight concentrated in their breasts or rear ends. Her mom’s EE breasts had swollen to GG after having two daughters and she’d taken up working out to get them back down to normal, but she’d lapsed in her routine and her breasts had swollen right back up again until she finally gave up. Maybe only one in fifty were actually fat, but they usually had horrible eating habits. White males tended to more pudginess, chubbier bodies or beer bellys. Fit white men had to work out regularly to have decent bodies.

“What were you looking to tone up?”

“Mostly my stomach. Your wife has a great belly.”

“She sure does. Let’s do some sit-ups then,” said Leon. “There’s some mats.” Corrinne followed him to a matt and laid down on her back. “Let’s see how many you can do,” he said. She put her hands behind her head and raised herself up. “That’s all wrong. You need to keep your legs down.”

Corrinne lowered herself back down as Leon kneeled at her feet and held her legs down. She looked down her body at the huge black man. She raised herself back up with more difficulty this time. When she went back down, her legs wanted to open so that she could life her hips up while she looked at Leon. He nodded for her to keep going. She did several more.

“Let me show you some more, then I need to go shower.” Leon gave her some instruction on more types of abdominal exercises. He showed her crunches, jack knife sit-ups, and V-ups while laying on her stomach. She was sweating and breathing heavily when she rose to her feet. Corrinne looked up. The room was mirrored. Leon was behind her. His hand came around her side and covered her stomach. “Do you feel it?” Her belly fluttered.  She could see his huge black hand covering the white skin of her belly. His palm centered over her navel. The contrast was… sexy! “Do you feel it?”

“What?” she asked, her heavy breathing was no longer just from her workout.

“The soreness in your muscles.”

“YES!” she hissed, his hand rising up her belly. His fingers pushed into her flesh, right over the areas in her stomach that had gotten the most exercise.

“Great, then it’s working,” he said, removing his hand. “I need to get ready for today’s meeting. See you in the conference room.”

“See you then, boss,” she said, looking at her stomach’s reflection in the mirror. She missed his hand touching her there. Her eyes moved up the mirror watching Leon exit the room. “Wow!” she said, looking at her reflection in disbelief as the truth hit her. She was physically attracted to her boss! Corrinne Cox, a white woman from Coxville County, had a crush on a black man.

Corrinne toweled the sweat off her young body. A grin spread across her face. She was sexually attracted to a black man! She’d never cheat on Simon nor would she ever betray Tonya’s friendship and fool around with her husband, but if she and Leon were both single… Well, she still probably wouldn’t do anything about her crush, but then again, maybe? Best of all, it meant that she was better than all those uptight racist hicks back home.

She was still grinning as she walked back through the lobby to the elevator. It was more crowded, and more men were staring at her. Let them stare she thought. She’d never actually have sex with Leon or any black man for that matter, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t fantasize a little.

Five minutes later, Corrinne was laying on her bed nude. “LEON!” she cried, as the little pink vibrating penis did its job and got her off. She smiled, slowly withdrawing her toy. Corrinne cleaned it off and hid it back in her suitcase before slipping into the shower. An hour later, a relaxed and satisfied Corrinne strolled into the conference room basking in the glow of every male eye turning towards the gorgeous blonde.

That evening was her and Leon’s dinner night. They laughed and chatted, mostly about the upcoming football season while sipping red wine. Corrinne sat back, staring at her boss. He’d lost the jacket and looked handsome in just the shirt and tie. His sleeves were rolled up as he dug into his steak. She was in heels, a short black skirt, and a white blouse. The top buttons were open down to the top of her cleavage. She kept catching his eyes flicker down to the tops of her breasts and the attention had her nipples hard again. She was already thinking about having her second session of the day with her vibrator. She’d have to remember to thank Tonya the next time they got together for suggesting that she get a toy.

Leon paid and then handed Corrinne the receipt as she handed the expense account. They rode the elevator up to their floor together and got out. Their rooms were right next to each other. Leon’s was first. He stopped and slipped his keycard in, pushing his door open. “Oh, I forgot to mention,” he said as Corrinne was opening the door to her room. “Tonya wants to have you and Simon over on Sunday for a Labor Day barbecue.”

“Sounds great,” she replied, thinking about her fiancé. He’d go, but reluctantly. He didn’t care for Leon too much. They were polite around each other, but simply didn’t have anything in common. Simon had no sports knowledge at all and felt like a third wheel listening to the Johnson’s and his wife discuss football.

“And Corrinne, take the weekend off. Let the calls go to voice mail and don’t look at your emails. We all need some downtime. I’m going to spend some time with my wife and get a game of golf in.”

“I will. Thank you, sir.”

“Good and none of that sir, shit.” He entered his room and shut the door.

Corrinne sighed when she shut her own door. No conference next week, meant she’d actually have a four-day weekend. Unfortunately, hospitals didn’t shut down on holidays and except for Sunday when Simon was off, she’d be alone. She walked over to her suitcase. Alone time for her wasn’t a rare treat. She was alone three nights a week in a hotel room and usually another three nights at home. Well, not exactly alone. “I have you to keep me company,” she said, smiling as she pulled the vibrator out of her suitcase, feeling naughty that she was going to use it twice in one day.

She tossed it on the bed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she walked towards her balcony. She pulled the curtains opening as she let her blouse fall to the floor. “Beautiful,” she whispered, unzipping her skirt. She could see her underwear clad reflection in the sliding glass door, but past that was the illuminated skyline of Dallas. She felt naughty, stripping all the way down and standing there nude, looking down on the city.

The rooms were close and the balconies were all connected, separated by a metal railing. She could see Leon’s balcony, two chairs and a small table all lit by light shining from his room. If he stepped out for a breath of fresh air, he’d see her nude body through the glass door. The thought had her hard nipples throbbing. She turned her head and glanced at the little pink vibrator waiting for her. The thing had turned out to be worth every penny Tonya had paid for it.

Despite being turned on by her fantasy, Corrinne really didn’t want Leon catching her nude. She switched the lights off and climbed on the king bed. Her bathroom light was on and she could still see her voluptuous figure as she opened her legs and slowly brought her dildo down between her thighs. She liked working it in and out a bit before burying it and switching the vibrator on. She moaned working the lifelike head in. Corrinne raised her hips into it as she slowly moved her pink dildo deeper and deeper until it was its full five and ¾ inches. She switched the vibrator on low and removed her hands so she could squeeze her hard-throbbing nipples. Corrine sucked her lower lip in as she felt the orgasm growing. She smiled lustfully glancing out at the lit skyscrapers and at the dark form leaning over and staring at her from outside. “Leon,” she moaned. “Come fuck me.”

Leon heard her. He was big enough he easily stepped over the railing onto her balcony. The sliding glass door slid open. “Come fuck me,” she begged, moving her hands down and grabbing the dildo. She could see him now, bare chested, his sweat pants tenting out with an obscene erection. He pushed them down, a dark black cock rising up between his legs. He was huge, massive, gigantic. It was an eight-inch-thick black log that dwarfed Simon’s meager pale penis.  “Fuck me!”

Leon climbed on the bed. She opened her legs moving the dildo faster. He pushed the huge dark cock down between her legs. “Baby, you gotta body built for big black cock,” he growled, pushing the head inside her.

The orgasm broke. Corrinne’s hips bucked. She tried to push the dildo deeper, her finger hitting the switch setting the vibrator on the highest setting. She screamed, shutting her mouth when she realized how loud she was. The waves of pleasure kept coming from her womb and might have kept coming except that she felt she couldn’t take any more. “Wow!” she gasped smiling. That was amazing.

Corrine rested a few minutes, still breathing heavily, before she forced herself to get up and clean the dildo off. Yep, worth every penny, she thought running faucet water over it. And if fantasizing about Leon made her orgasms bigger, she’d be fantasizing about Leon every time she used it.

Corrinne slipped the dildo into her hiding spot in her suitcase and pulled out her sleeping tee shirt. It hugged her buxom form, stopping just under her lower ass cheeks. She stretched, feeling more satisfied and relaxed then she had in a long time. She looked out at the balcony and the skyline again, deciding to step outside for a breath of air.

It was a bad idea. The Texas air in August was hot and stifling even this late in the evening. It seemed to suck her breath away and the humidity instantly had the tee shirt damp and clinging even more tightly to her body. Still, she wanted to glance out over the city. She moved out to the railing, noticing movement out of the corner of her eye from Leon’s room. Curious, she glanced over at his sliding glass door. She could see his bathroom door and there was movement inside and steam from a hot shower coming out.

Corrinne inched over to the railing separating their balconies, gasping in disbelief when Leon Johnson emerged from his bathroom. He was naked and still wet enough his dark black skin was glistening in the well-lit room. His entire muscular body was glorious, but it was his penis that she couldn’t take her eyes off. Her own imagination had been limited to making it a fat eight inches, but it was much much bigger. If that monster was what Tonya was used to, suddenly, her giant black dildo made sense to Corrinne. “I don’t believe it,” she hissed, not wanting to, but closing her eyes to wipe away the illusion. It was still there and just as massive when she reopened them.

Leon’s penis, no his cock looked to be pushing a foot long. It was plump and risen up slightly off his thighs. She whimpered as Leon’s hand came down and squeezed the head, tugging on it several times as he stood beside his suitcase. When he released it, his cock was sticking straight out. It was over a foot long, maybe closer to fourteen inches and now that it was sticking out, she could see his testicles. His balls were like small black oranges. Leon pulled a vial out of his suitcase and squirted the fluid inside along the length of his shaft like he was squirting ketchup onto a kielbasa. He replaced the vial in his suitcase, returning his hand to his huge cock and stroking along the length of it, rubbing the liquid into his shaft.

“Oh fuck,” she whispered, “He’s going to masturbate.”

This time when he released his shaft, his cock was angled upwards. He climbed onto the bed and laid down, his upper torso disappearing from her sight, but his crotch and legs were still visible. She moved closer, leaning over his railing. Her tee shirt rose above her ass cheeks, a hot breeze cooling the fresh moisture between her thighs. She could make out a dark black plum sized head to his cock and his shaft, but she wished she could get a closer view. She wished she was sitting in the room, leaning close enough to see every bump and vein on the dark black monstrosity. His hand moved, stroking his shaft, picking up speed. His hand was too big and moving too fast, it was blocking her view of his cock. Corrinne’s hand found its way between her legs, fingering her wet pussy as she watched him jerk off.

Corrinne still couldn’t believe her eyes. She pinched her arm with her free hand, but she didn’t wake up from a fantasy. This was real. Napoleon Johnson had a cock as big as a baby’s arm. Not only that, but he had stamina. She’d been watching him masturbate for at least twenty minutes. The rhythmic pumping of his fist was slowing and speeding up, becoming more erratic. His fist stopped near the head, lowering down to the base and the first blast of cum exploded from the end. His ejaculate was even more unreal then the size of his cock. It reminded her of a family road trip back when she was a child to Yellowstone and watching old faithful erupt. There was a large spurt of white that contained more semen then Simon had ever ejaculated in their entire time together. As it fell, there was another spurt of white even larger than the first. It shot up from the huge cock head at least eight inches. The cock twitched launching its largest wad yet into the sky some seven inches from the head. More geysers of white erupted from the head, every one rising a little less high until the final blast when Leon ran his fist up his shaft milking another blast of seed six inches high that totally shamed her fiancé’s virility.

Leon let go and his massive cock fell to his stomach, spent semen splattering up from the impact. Corrinne kept fingering herself, breathing heavily and staring into the room. She was both aroused and disgusted. Leon’s cock was the manliest thing she’d ever seen, but she hated it even when Simon got some of his sticky runny semen on her and that was only a teaspoon’s worth. Leon must leave poor Tonya and complete mess when they had sex. She liked having Simon wear a condom as it met less mess to clean up. The tiny receptacle on the end of the rubber couldn’t have contained Leon’s voluminous load. Hell, his seed could have filled up the entire rubber.

Corrinne ducked back when Leon climbed off his bed. His cock fell down, sticking out, but angled down, bobbing before him as he returned to the bathroom. She watched some movements from inside that suggested he was wiping himself off with tissues and then a wet washcloth. He switched the light off and emerged from the restroom. His cock was dangling now, still plump and nearly a foot long, it swung back and forth from thigh to thigh with each step he took. Her boss climbed back on the bed and Corrine stepped back even further as the light switched off.

She turned zombielike, opening the sliding glass door and pulling off her damp tee shirt as she walked through the room. She pulled her vibrator out from her suitcase and was soon laying on her bed again, working it in and out of her soaked pussy with the vibrator set to the maximum setting.

This time it was Corrine stepping onto Leon’s balcony. His sliding glass door was unlocked. He looked at her in surprise, but didn’t stop masturbating his huge cock while staring lustfully at her nude body. “Let me do that for you,” she whispered, kneeling between his legs. She took over, her smaller white hand gliding along the huge shaft. She watched the head swell up, cumming just as the first geyser of semen shot into the sky. She came again as she bent the cock towards her, covering her tits with his hot seed. “God, I want this thing,” she said, rising up and quickly straddling him. She bent the head between her legs, a jet of semen coating her pussy lips as she lowered herself over the head. “I need this thing,” she moaned, lowering herself over the shaft. “I love this cock,” she screamed sinking into his lap. Corrinne leaned forwards, marveling at how sexy her white hands looked against the black skin of his muscular chest. She ground her pussy into the base of his cock wanting it to go deeper even though she’d taken the entirety of the monster cock. Why wouldn’t it go deeper? She cired even as she continued coming over his huge cock.

Corrinne opened her eyes. Her hands were between her legs, holding the vibrator as deep as it would go. Her hip was continuously bucking upwards as she enjoyed one long continuous orgasm. It was too much and she tried to pull the pink dildo out, but she’d almost pushed it in too far. She shoved it in past the base of the fake shaft until the battery casing was inside her. She forced her vaginal muscles to squeeze the vibrating pink cock and force enough out that she could grasp the end and pull it out. She finally quit coming when it left her pussy and she dropped it on her belly. The little pink dildo vibrated wildly, moving around on her stomach.

Breathing heavily, Corrinne picked it up and switched it off. She examined the pink lifelike model of a penis that suddenly looked inadequate to her.

**********

“Two hundred dollars,” she muttered, shaking her head. She had the money now and her birthday was coming up. Corrinne often bought herself a present. “What if Simon finds it?” she asked, picturing her fiancé turning as pale as a ghost, pulling a 14” black dildo out from under her pillow. She giggled. She moved her finger down and pressed the “add to cart” button. She’d just have to hide it really well. Maybe with her female supplies?

Tonja’s black dildo, The Long Dong, had been the closest thing to the monster appendage that she’d seen Leon masturbating. Luckily, she remembered the name as it was only sold through some famous porn star’s website. Corrinne felt a fluttering in her stomach staring at the muscular black man with the 14” cock sticking out from between his legs. The Long Dong was made from a mold of that huge cock. Corrinne didn’t want a duplicate of Tonya’s dildo. She wanted something slightly better. She ordered, The Long Dong Deluxe, which came with multiple settings and even heated up while in use to seem more lifelike. She’d decided it wasn’t so much the erect pink dildo she’d been enjoying, but the vibrations. She wanted vibrations. Not only did The Long Dong Deluxe had multiple vibration settings, it had “wiggle” which made the entire shaft undulate, but it also had “The spurt” which caused the head to buck up repeatedly like it was ejaculating. She’d never take the whole thing or even half of it for that matter, but she planned on having fun trying to see how much of it she could take.

She couldn’t wait to try it out, but unfortunately, it looked like it might take a while to ship to her. She’d hoped to try it out Labor Day weekend after seeing Napoleon out by the pool in just his tight swim trunks.

When the Johnson’s Labor Day Barbecue rolled around, Napoleon’s swim suit clad body was exactly what she was staring at from behind her sunglasses as she laid out sunbathing beside Tonja. Simon was looking out of place and absolutely miserable trying to fit in while standing beside Leon at the grill as he flipped burgers and talked sports with some ex-player friends of his. They were all big muscular men, black and white, some were developing guts and balding. Most were sexy and fit, but none were packing the coiled up bulge in their pants, that Leon had. They were all gathered around Leon, talking and laughing and they all seemed to look up to him. It wasn’t that he was hosting the party either, he was naturally the dominant presence, commanding any room he was in.

The ex-jocks mostly had hot wives too, some current or former models. One’s girlfriend was an ex-stripper with giant fake tits that rivaled Corrinne’s natural ones. Some had gained weight with age and childbirth, but most still had amazing figures and showed them off in tiny bikinis. Simon was glancing around at all the women especially the former stripper whose bikini top only covered a third of her enormous breasts, but his eyes kept flickering back her way, but not to look at his hot fiancé, he was checking out Tonja. She knew he had a thing for navels and he loved kissing her on the belly.

“Simon can’t take his eyes off you,” said Corrinne jealously.

“It’s the bikini,” answered the black woman.

“If you can call some strings and triangles a bikini.”

Tonya laughed and rolled over on her stomach. “If you got it flaunt it,” she said, resting her head on her arms. “Is he staring at my ass?”

“As soon as you rolled over.” Corrine glanced at the small white man staring at Tonya’s bare ass sticking out of her thong, but her eyes kept going to Tonya’s husband. Leon was standing sideways, his huge bulge tenting out the swim trunks. How does he even fit that thing in his pants? Is it coiled up? What would he do if he got aroused right now?

“You certainly got it, Cee Cee, you should be flaunting it too. You’re not hiding that killer body in that one piece. Every man here has checked you out multiple times. Why not show off some more skin?”

Corrinne nodded. It was true about the male guests and some had even hit on her, snorting derisively when she told them she was engaged and pointed towards Simon. He was the smallest man there and the only one not showing off his chest. Simon was wearing a plain white tee shirt even when he went in the pool. “Simon would love it.”

“It would make a great wedding present,” said Tonya raising her head off her arms.

“You just want to pick one out for me,” said Corrinne, knowing how her friend’s shopping and fasion obsessed mind worked.

“Do it. Do it. Do it.”

Corrinne paused in thought. She had a tan now and she liked how her face, arms, and legs looked, but her torso was still a pale white. “Simon would love it,” she said again. “Alright then.”

“YEAH!” Tonya leaped off her cot and Corrinne got up, following the black woman into the house and upstairs. She stared at Tonya’s firm brown rear end, cheeks flexing as she ascended the stairs. Knowing her black friend, the bikini she picked out for Corrinne wouldn’t have anything covering her ass either. “Where are you honeymooning?”

“Some island in the Caribbean.”

“Hell honey, most island beaches are topless and almost all have a nude beach. You don’t need a bikini.” Tonya pulled out her chair and fired up her laptop.

“I’m certainly not going topless or nude. Just something sexy, but modest.” She looked over Tonya’s shoulder. “What’s a Wicked Weasel? They certainly don’t seem modest.”

“Relax Cee Cee. I know what I’m doing.”

“That’s nice.” Corrinne glanced at the small bikini on the model. It was a rainbow pattern. “I like that one also.”

“Blue polka dot, huh? I think it would suit you.” Tonya pressed on the image and the model flipped around.

“Wait! It’s a thong.” The model’s ass was bare except for a triangle of material rising up out of her cheeks. “Something more modest.”

 Tonya smiled devilishly. “They have a full bottom version, just no picture as thongs are more popular,” she lied. “And you are, let’s see, 36EE-27-36.”

“Wow! My waist is a 24, but that was impressive.”

“Really? Your boobs must stretch your clothes out. I’m rarely wrong.” Tonya turned around in the swivel chair and placed her hands on Corrinne’s waist. Her swimsuit was stretched out. “Damn girl. You’d make a fortune as a stripper.” She spun back around in the chair. “One blue with white polka dot bikini coming right up.” Corrinne was still hovering over her shoulder as Tonya typed in the measurements. “Oh, could you hand me the pills on the table by the bed?”

“Sure.”

As soon as Corrinne’s back was turned, Tonya had to suppress a snort as she lowered the cup size down to a C. She hoped Corrinne wouldn’t try it on before she was on her honeymoon. Maybe by the end of two weeks walking around in next to nothing, she’d have loosened up enough that Tonya could buy her some really sexy clothes. Even if Corrinne was a little mad at her, Simon would sure appreciate what she’d just done for him.

“Conceiviplex?”

“Yeah,” said Tonya, taking the pill bottle. She unscrewed the top and plopped two pills in her mouth. “We’ve been trying for over three years now and I hoped to have a baby by the time I was 35. I’m right between cycles right now, so fingers crossed.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks. If nothing happens by the end of the year, we’re going to get tested and maybe see about IVF. Anyway, at least its fun trying. I doubt we will even bother to get dressed tomorrow.”

“I’m jealous.  I only get one night with Simon. The rest of the week, he’s too tired or I’m at a seminar.”

“Between my job and Leon’s, I only get to see him maybe three times a week. We make up for it though. The man can go all night long.”

“And when you’re on assignment?”

Tonya smiled, standing out of her chair. She pointed at her dresser drawer. “I take my substitute along and when we can, Leon and I will have phone sex. He needs to get off several times a day.” Tonya laughed watching her friend blush. “This stuff embarrasses you, doesn’t it?”

Corrinne blushed even redder. “I’ve never known anyone so comfortable talking about sex.”

“Well country girl, if you ever need some advice, you know who to come to.”

They ran into Simon downstairs. “There you are,” he said, looking sheepish and holding up his phone. “I just got called in.”

“Crap,” said Corrinne, dejectedly. “We haven’t even gotten to eat.”

“Nonsense,” said Tonya. “You’re not going anywhere. You can stay in your normal room. Simon won’t mind.”

“Honestly, my scrubs are in the car and it’s quicker to go straight to the hospital from here,” said Simon. “Thanks Tonya.” Simon stepped forwards and kissed Corrinne on the cheek. “Sorry honey,” he apologized, stepping back and she caught him giving the black woman’s taut belly another quick glance which made her glad she’d agreed to getting a bikini.

“I’ll take her home in the morning,” said Tonya. Simon nodded and left.

“Sorry,” said Corrinne.

“Whatever for, Cee Cee?”

“It looks like you are going to have to get dressed tomorrow.”

“Nah,” said Tonya grinning, “I’ll drive you home nude.”

**********

Corrinne was glad she stayed as she had a blast the rest of the barbecue. They ate burgers and hotdogs, the beer and margaritas flowed freely. Leon set up a volleyball net in the pool and they played several games. Sadly, she had to admit she had more fun with Simon gone then if he had stayed. He would never have joined in a sports game and she would have had to keep him company while watching the others have fun.

The muscle-bound jock that had arrived with the ex-stripper challenged her to a game of billiards in the man cave. “How about we play strip billiards?” he asked.

“I’m wearing one piece of clothing!” she exclaimed.

“So am I,” was his response. They were both wearing only their swimsuits. “So, if we were wearing more, you’d go for it?”

“Not on your life, mister.” She bent over the table and shot the break. She lost badly and the ex-jock moved on.

She made the mistake of playing beer pong and by the end she was swaying drunkenly. More men swooped in trying to make a move on her. At some point, she decided it was flattering and started flirting back, but still holding out her hand with the engagement ring on it to remind them she wasn’t available. It got so bad, Leon had to come in and save her. “Mind if I borrow my favorite employee?” he told the group of guys. Leon put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side, possessively. Just like the first time they’d shook hands, she felt a static shock when their skin made contact. She glanced sideways at his muscular black chest and immediately her nipples blossomed out to full erection.

He kept his arm around her as he pulled her away from her admirers. “Thanks,” she said.

“No problem,” he answered, his eyes glanced down at her breasts, lingering longer then they normally did whenever he gave her breasts a glance. Her own heart skipped a beat when she snuck her own glance down at his crotch and found it was noticeably swollen.

“Napoleon Johnson, that was rude of you,” scolded Tonya coming up to them and wagging her finger at her husband.

“Where have you been and what the hell are you talking about?”

“I went to put something on,” Tonya replied and Corrinne snorted. The black woman had pulled on a sheer net body covering that clearly showed her body and the bikini she’d been wearing all day. If anything, the covering made her look even sexier. “And,” continued Tonya when Corrinne had stopped laughing. “And Cee Cee..” Tonya put her arm around Corrinne and hugged her body the same way Leon had just hugged her. “Is here as a friend and not as the favorite of your two employees.”

Leon looked from his wife to the blonde woman. “My wife is right as always Corrinne; I do consider you to be a dear friend. I apologize.”

“I feel the same Leon,” she replied. He opened his arms for a hug and they embraced. Her nipples pressed into his hard chest, pushing back into her boobs. His crotch pressed against her own pubic mound. She could feel it swell a little more. Instinct told her to hump into it, make it grow some more, but she fought off the urge until he broke the embrace. She turned to Tonya. “And you Tonya, I think of you as my best friend.”

Now her breasts were pressing into Tonya’s smaller, but still impressive rack, nipple to nipple. “I feel the same, sweetie,” said the black woman, patting her back. They broke the embrace. “Looks like some people are leaving, we should go say goodbye.”

“I’ll start cleaning up,” said Corrinne, trying to be helpful.

“Nonsense,” said Tonya. “You look like you can barely stand. Maybe you should head off to bed?”

Suddenly, bed seemed like a very good idea. The sun had just about set. The moon was already out and brightening by the minute. “Yes, bed sounds great. So tired, can’t keep my eyes open.” She yawned and looked down, trying for another glance at Leon’s crotch. It did look bigger, but it was also blurry and moving around in circles. She stared at it, willing it to stop moving.

“Do you need help getting to your room?” asked Tonya. “You just zoned out there for a moment.”

“I’ll be fine.” The trip back to the house was harder than Corrinne thought it would be. Not because she was drunk, but because three more men tried to make a last ditch effort to get her to leave with them. One told her she looked like she could use some coffee and he knew a great place close by. Another asked if she’d go to another party that was supposedly lasting all night, but he wanted her to meet him there as he had to drop his wife off at home first as the baby sitter had a curfew. The last just asked if she wanted to go back to his house. She turned them down and stumbled her way towards the screen door into Leon’s man cave.

Corrinne managed to make it upstairs. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst, so she took a long pee on the toilet before brushing her teeth with the Johnson’s supply of travel packs they kept for guests. The bed looked awesome and she just fell on it, arms spread out. She was snoring within mere moments.

**********

Corrinne woke up. Her mouth was open and so dry, she could barely close it. She was confused and knew she wasn’t in her own bed then she remembered the barbecue and then the beer pong. “Ohhh,” she groaned, rolling off her stomach to look at the alarm clock. How close to dawn was it? She wanted her own bed. She was surprised to see that it wasn’t even midnight yet.

She needed some water and stumbled her way to the bathroom. She scooped up some water from the faucet and drank enough that she could close her mouth. She looked at herself in the mirror. If it were possible for Corrinne Cox to look bad, the reflection looking back at her was it.

She needed more water and decided to go back downstairs to the man cave to get a bottle out of the refrigerator there. Going downstairs was hard enough she regretted not just drinking more water from the faucet in the guest bathroom, but she made it and headed to the refrigerator.

The sliding glass door was still open, the screen pulled closed to keep the bugs out. She pulled out a bottle of water, feeling instantly better as she drained half of it, while looking out to the pool. The moon was bright and reflecting off the pool water. As she walked closer to the door, she could make out Leon sitting on the edge of the pool. Tonya was standing in the water, her head bobbing between his legs. Her head moved up and Corrinne got her second look at the huge black cock as the bulbous tip emerged from Tonya’s mouth. Her view in the lit motel room had been much better, but this was somehow more sensual. Tonya seemed to be licking down his shaft which was now rising up on top of her head. Was she licking his balls? She licked back up and swallowed the tip again. Corrinne had always thought of oral sex as somewhat disgusting, but watching Tonya work Leon’s cock was erotic and sexy. Leon grabbed his wife’s head and pulled her up and down his cock. “UNH!” he grunted loudly.

“Ass,” whispered Corrinne still engrossed in the scene playing out in front of her eyes. He didn’t even warn her he was about to cum. Tonya didn’t look like she was complaining though. Leon released her head and fell back on the pool. She continued swallowing his cock, gulping his seed down. Finally, she pulled back, lowering her head back to his balls. His cock was pointed over her shoulder, still spurting large streams of semen. “Yech!” she said, watching the semen land in the pool. How often did they do this? She’d swum in that pool many times.

Corrinne was about to leave when Tonya lifted herself up the side of the pool and straddled her husband. His cock was still hard as she slid her pussy up the shaft until the head could penetrate her. Corrinne’s black friend looked ecstatic as she pushed herself back into the shaft until she could sit up. Tonya started bouncing in Leon’s lap just as he slowly returned to life from her blow job. His head rose up and he reached out to grab her breasts, kneading them and tugging on her nipples. Tonya cried out from what must have been a huge orgasm. She slowed down and Leon took over bucking his hips up into her pussy. Corrinne shook her head in disbelief at the erotic display playing out before her eyes. Tonya shuddered and collapsed forwards, falling on her husband. He grabbed her hips continuously thrusting up into her pussy. Simon couldn’t have lasted anywhere near this long and at the pace Leon was going, her fiancé would have squirted after only a few strokes. Leon was giving Tonya the full length of his huge cock too. How could she take the whole thing? Where did it even go? Black women must be built differently, she decided.

Tonya rose back up only to throw her head back and cry out again. She rode him faster, harder. Leon grabbed her arms just as she shuddered again, her head temporarily flopping around like she’d passed out. Leon held her up, still fucking upwards. She came to her senses and laid down on his chest, giving her lover the most passionate kiss Corrinne had ever seen. Tonya raised her head up off his lips and screamed. “Seed my pussy, stud! I want every drop.” Tonya sat up, arching her back and crying out in another orgasm. Leon grunted loudly. His wife sat still on his cock, head hanging down, her body shuddering every few seconds. Finally, she leaned down and kissed him again before climbing off.

Corrinne made ready to scurry towards the stairs, assuming they were heading for the man cave where she was, but instead, Tonya pulled Leon towards the outdoor shower. The married black couple embraced and kissed under the shower. Tonya grabbed his floppy cock and started stroking it while they kissed. Soon it was sticking straight out again. Simon could pull off having sex at night and again in the morning after a good night’s sleep, but he certainly wasn’t capable of three erections within an hour. Nor was there any sign of weakness in Leon’s third steel hard erection.

Soon Tonya was screaming again as she was on all fours while Leon took her behind. They were facing Corrinne and she stared intently at the black Adonis rising up above Tonya’s well-rounded black ass. Drops of water from the shower sparkled in the moonlight all over his black skin. Corrinne’s hand lowered, pulling aside the bottom of her bathing suit so that she could slip her fingers inside her wet pussy. “Put a baby in me, Leon,” pleaded Tonya as Leon pulled her hips back into his cock and held it still while he pumped another load of semen into her after another twenty minutes of hard fucking.

“I need some water,” gasped a panting Leon, spanking his wife affectionately on her rear end. He rose and headed towards the screen door. Tonya lowered her head to the ground, keeping her ass up and his sperm inside her. Corrinne turned and hurried up the stairs to the main floor just as he came into the room.

She stripped off her suit in her bedroom and ended up finishing herself off with her fingers while picturing Leon rising up above her from between her legs. The new black dildo couldn’t get here fast enough.

**********

“Have a good day, sweetie,” said Tonya, giving Corrinne a side kiss as she dropped Corrinne off at her apartment in Baltimore. Tonya had showered, but she looked exhausted and Corrinne well knew why. Even after their poolside sex sessions, Leon and Tonya’s sexual antics had woken Corrinne up several times that night and again in the morning just before Tonya had knocked on her bedroom door and said she’d give her a ride home after she took a quick shower. “You look bushed, maybe you should try taking a nap?”

“Thanks,” said Corrinne yawning, “Maybe I will.” Clearly Corrinne had gotten as little sleep as Tonya had, Tonya just had more fun not sleeping.

Corrinne came home to an empty house. She made herself some oatmeal before deciding a nap sounded great. She woke up four hours later. Normally, a day off to herself sounded wonderful, but she was lonely and bored. She grew horny constantly the erotic scene that had played out before her eyes last night. She laid down in the bed and used her dildo, but her usually reliable toy failed to get her off. Nor was Simon up for sex by the time he stumbled in exhausted around midnight and collapsed on the bed. He was dead asleep when she left for work the next morning.

She found herself bored in the office. Leon decided not to come in that day. Tonya had a photoshoot that week and needed to catch a late flight at Baltimore International. Leon decided to spend the day with her and drive her to the airport later. Rose wasn’t much of a talker and she was busy printing out some workbooks for this week’s seminar.

Corrinne was in a grouchy mood when she got home. She perked up a little when she saw Simon was still there, but her mood turned grumpy again when he started quickly throwing his scrubs on. “A package came for you today, hon,” he yelled out for her. And just like that, she perked up and was glad he was leaving. She glanced at the elongated package and suddenly felt embarrassed that her future husband might guess she’d bought a giant black vibrator modeled after some porn star’s monster cock. “What’d ya get?” He asked, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

He startled her and she jumped a little. “Uh… just something for work,” she said, feeling her cheeks turning red as she blushed. She relaxed knowing that the package was too long for him to suspect it was a new sex toy and one that might hopefully quench her growing sexual frustration.

“Well, I’ll see you when I can,” he said.

“Yeah, bye,” she said, her eyes running up and down the length of the package. She felt a little foolish spending $200 dollars on a 14” black vibrator that clearly was too big for her, but she was going to try. She opened the box, trembling a little as inch after inch of the monster was revealed. The back of the box showed the porn star whose cock the dildo was molded after. He was nude, legs spread apart, his huge plump cock dangling down between his thick thighs. He wasn’t handsome and had an angry sneer on his face with some sort of black skull cap covering his head. A large gold chain hung around his neck. The rest of him was pure black Adonis with muscles to rival Leon’s. Surrounding his image were X-rated pictures of him with various female adult film actresses all sucking or fucking his huge cock.

Corrinne opened the top of the box. Her new dildo was annoyingly tied to a cardboard backing with twist ties holding it in place. She didn’t even bother untying them, just grabbing nearby nail clippers and clipped all the ties until she could pull the actual dildo out. “Jesus,” she whispered, hefting it. The thing was ultra-realistic. There was a darker vein running along the bottom and every ridge and bump on the real actor’s cock seemed to have been captured perfectly on the fake version. The head was as big as a plum and around three inches long. She ran her hands down the shaft and flipped it over to the bottom. “For two hundred bucks it better come with batteries,” she muttered. Corrinne moved the switch to the first setting almost dropping the shaft when the fake cock began to vibrate. She giggled and tried the next setting, the vibrations quadrupled, the plastic shaft shaking violently. “Oh my,” she gasped, flicking over to the third setting. The cock trembled slightly, about a third of it raised and lowered repeatedly. This was the spurt setting. The last button seemed similar to the first with just mild vibrations.

Corrinne leaned over and looked at the back of the box. Apparently, the final setting ran through all three of the previous settings. She switched the dildo off. “Well, no time like the present,” said Corrinne, standing up and opening her blouse. Her hands were trembling slightly trying to undo the buttons. She sighed as she pulled her bra off over her head. Her nipples were in their semi-normal rock-hard state and rubbing on the cups. The cool air from the A/C felt good on the hard nubs and soon had little bumps rising up all around her areola.

Soon she was naked and carrying her new toy towards her and Simon’s bed. The thought occurred to her that it might be a good idea to warm up with something more familiar before trying out her new oversized dildo. She stopped off at her dresser and opened her socks and underwear drawer. Her pink dildo was hidden inside a sock. That method of hiding it wouldn’t work for the new model unless she bought some knee highs.

Corrinne laid on her bed and turned pinky on. She frowned when it occurred to her that this bed had been seeing more action with pinky then with Simon’s penis lately. She pressed the head between her vaginal lips to allow the vibrations to get her juices flowing, but the head slipped easily in. Her pussy was already soaked in anticipation. She pushed pinky all the way in, smiling at the sensations before she flicked it off and slowly pulled it out.

Corrinne hefted and stared with some trepidation at the Long Dong. She could never take this thing! What a waste of money. She brought it down to her blonde pubes and placed the base against her mound. Her petite white hand didn’t even wrap around the entire shaft. The image of Leon jerking his cock off while she spied on him came to mind. She giggled and lifted it up so that she could switch it over to spurt mode. She held the bottom to her mound so that it looked like she had a big black cock while watching the head jerk and imagining large wads of semen were shooting out from the head each time it moved. She switched it back off.

She’d caught Simon jerking off once and though he’d been embarrassed, she’d found it kind of fascinating. His entire penis virtually disappeared in his hand. He’d gone limp with the shame of being caught, but it hardened the moment she pulled her tee shirt up over her braless breasts. He came less than a minute later, squeezing a few drops of watery semen from the tip.

Corrinne grabbed pinky and held it on her pubic mound next to the Long Dong. If the big black dildo had been hollow, the little pink one could have slipped right inside with room to spare and she could have pushed almost two more in it before bottoming out. There was simply no comparison between them. “Pathetic,” she said, staring at the pink one despite it having done a pretty good job satisfying her needs over the last months. She tossed it aside.

Finally, she was ready, turning the black shaft around and aiming the thick head between her legs. She had to open them wider than she was used to as she guided the head up to her pussy lips. She grabbed the shaft with both hands and pushed it in. “OOHH!” she squealed in surprise as the head pushed her lips in before they spread open and around it as it slipped in. “That’s big,” she gasped. She worked it around, letting it lubricate before working it deeper and deeper. Her body was reacting to the large intruder. She was lifting her hips up into it each time she tried to push more in and her legs were opening even wider. The head probed past pinky’s 5 3/4” penetration depth and kept going. Tremors were erupting around it that felt as good as small orgasms. Corrine moaned in contentment. This thing was already better than pinky. “So full,” she whimpered at the Long Dong reached the eight-inch mark and came to rest on her cervix. She moaned, this time in frustration, as she tried to push it even deeper, but it was like she was beating a brick wall.

She relaxed and released the shaft, breathing heavily as she let her body get used to the large dildo. It didn’t take much. It wasn’t hurting her or anything and it was stimulating areas inside her that had never ever been stimulated. She growled in frustration grabbing the shaft and trying to force more in wanting more. Tonya had taken every inch of Leon’s 14” black cock and the women on the back on the Long Dong’s box didn’t seem to have any trouble getting it down their throats or buried to the root in their vaginas, but then of course, they were porn stars. Nothing she tried could make her cervix yield and pushing against it did hurt.

Corrine gave up and with half a foot of dilldo still sticking out of her. She reached down the shaft and switched it over to the fourth setting. “JESUS!” she cried so loudly; she feared the next apartment might have heard her. She slapped her hand over her mouth in surprise at how fast she’d just orgasmed. She wasn’t ready to stop just yet and let it keep going. Her hips bucked up off the bed and she came again. She collapsed back down in the bed, gasping for air and ready to turn it off, but before she could reach down and switch it off, the setting increased to hard vibrate. “FUCKME! FUCK ME!” she squealed loudly, not caring anymore if the neighbors could hear her. She’d never cum that hard before. The black dildo was unrelenting and she felt another orgasm growing. Her entire body was writhing in ecstasy on the bed. Her nipples were aching for attention. She grabbed the swollen nubs, pinching and tugging on them. Her pending fourth orgasm was building in intensity. Just as it was about to burst, the dildo switched over to spurt mode. “YYEESS!!” she screamed, creaming hard over the lifelike black cock as it continued to act like it was filling her pussy with seed. “OHMYGOD!” Another orgasm rocked her body on the heels of the last one. Corrinne quickly yanked it out not sure if she could handle another orgasm that large. She switched the dildo off and laid on her back panting for twenty minutes waiting for her strength to return.

Corrinne’s hands were shaking and she was covered in sweat, still dazed as she got up and returned to her dresser, finding a silk slip to pull on over her head. It hugged her curves sexily. Corrinne grabbed pinky and was headed towards the sink to clean it off, but instead, she raised it up and stared at it for a minute. Instead of cleaning it off, she slipped it back into the sock she hid it in, but instead of returning it to the dresser, she dropped it in the bottom of a trash bag. She carried the trash bag back over to the table and added the Long Dong’s packaging to the trash bag pushing it to the bottom. A slip of paper fell out with a QR code on it. She set it aside while she dropped a shopping bag filled with trash on top the packaging. She’d pile some more trash on it later so that Simon wouldn’t notice anything.

The Long Dong wouldn’t fit in the bathroom sink so she ended up cleaning it off under the shower. The head was facing towards her as she ran her hand up and down the shaft under the shower. She pictured Leon standing in the shower staring down at her approvingly as she jerked off his huge cock. Satisfied it was clean, she dried it off with a towel. Corrinne found a plastic shopping bag and wrapped the large dildo up in it to help hide it. She pulled some socks out of the way and shoved her new toy in the back of the dresser hidden behind her socks and panties, closing it up, satisfied it was well hidden unless Simon decided to snoop around in her clothes.

Corrinne fixed herself something to eat and examined the sheet with the QR code on it. Apparently, the Long Dong came with a free movie download. She retrieved her tablet and scanned the code, eating a salad while the movie downloaded. It was finished downloading when she got back from the bathroom after having cleaned up her dinner.

“What the hell,” she said, taking her tablet and sliding under the sheets on her bed. She’d been planning on watching a movie anyway.

Cheesy music started when she hit play. She’d seen some adult films before and they all seemed to have cheesy music. “Not watching all this tonight,” she muttered, seeing that the bar on the bottom went to six hours longs. The movie was “The Best of Lorenzo “Long Dong” Doyle.” It was a compilation of scenes from dozens of his movies.

Corrinne gasped along with the porn actress that was pulling down a pair of sweat pants and LD’s cock first appeared. It was swollen and rising. “That is one big black cock,” said the blonde, grabbing the shaft and stroking him to full erection. The first scene hadn’t had a set up. It was just a blonde wearing a bikini and kneeling before a pair of pants. She looked closely at the huge cock. It was amazing how closely her new dildo resembled the cock it was molded from. She had the urge to go get it out of her dresser and compare the two, but she resisted it.

The actress started sucking his cock. She clearly wasn’t used to the monster and was having difficulty getting past the head. She slobbered all over it and started using her hands to jerk it off into her mouth. The camera panned back and showed LD for the first time. He reached down and pulled a tee shirt up and off his chest. The girl looked up, raising a hand and running it along his hard stomach while he reached down and untied her bikini top. Her tits were as big as Corrinne’s, but fake. She sat up and wrapped her breasts around his cock, licking around the tip as she bounced her breast flesh over the shaft. She sat back down and just started jerking him off furiously, aiming the head at her open mouth and extended tongue. When he came, his first blast of semen surprised her and not only shot across her tongue but entirely covered most of her face. She fell back in surprise unable to see, the next blast showering her tits with sperm. LD’s cock continued cumming large amounts of ejaculate. For the last few, he placed his hand on her head and guided her mouth back down towards the head of his cock. She resisted a little, but soon her lips were wrapped around the tip and she was gulping the last of his seed down as greedily as a nursing baby.

Corrinne was squirming a little under the covers. “Wow,” she said. Her nipples were aching and trying to pierce through her silk shift. She glanced over at her dresser. Was she really considering another round with her new toy. Why had watching an oral sex scene made her horny? She found oral sex disgusting. She found semen disgusting and the sheer volume that Long Dong Doyle had just put out, a volume that matched Leon’s, was repulsive. Covering that poor girl’s face and breasts with that vile fluid! And then making her swallow more! Still, she glanced at her dresser again.

Corrinne hit pause and a few minutes later, the shift was on the floor and she was laying nude on her bed with the dildo beside her. The next scene was absolutely amazing. LD was playing an executive sitting behind a desk when one of his female employees came in for a meeting. She was up for a promotion and it was between her and another woman. LD told her that whoever got the job would be working very closely with him. He stood, undid his pants and pulled them down under his boxers before sitting back down. The girl said she was more than willing to work very closely with her boss. Like the first scene, she was soon on her knees, and pulling his huge cock out. She didn’t look as surprised as the first woman, but the glance she gave it was so lustful it bordered on worship. She clearly knew her way around this cock. She was soon bobbing her head over more than half LD’s big black cock. “Leon,” whispered Corrinne, picturing herself kneeling between the legs of her black boss. She reached for the dildo and opened her legs. “Mmmmm,” she whimpered as the soft vibrations started. Suddenly, the female actress was nude and laying on the table with her legs spread while LD licked and inserted his fingers in her wet pussy. “Cumming,” moaned Corrinne just before the dildo switched to hard vibrations. LD stood and guided his huge cock into the actress on his desk. Corrinne whined constantly watching as inch after inch of black cock disappeared into the actress. LD started fucking her when he was balls deep. Corrinne grabbed the base and once again tried to get more of the dildo inside her, but it still wouldn’t budge beyond eight inches. She screamed along with the actress’s own orgasm. “Oh god!” cried Corrinne as the dildo switched over to spurt mode and started bucking inside her. Lorenzo Doyle grunted loudly, pulling out of the actress. His cock was already shooting. Freed, it sprang up shooting long strands of semen from her belly button to her chin. By the time he was finished, semen was dripping off her chin, running down her breasts, and pooling on her belly. There also seemed to be a steady trickle pouring from between her legs.

Corrinne switched the dildo off and pulled it out. She laid there gasping trying to catch her breath while the next scene played. LD was dressed as a cop and making a drunk redhead walk a straight line. He told her he was going to need her to blow into a breathalyzer and soon enough, she was on her knees. “How about I blow into this instead?” She pulled out his black cock and was soon sucking close to two thirds down her throat. Corrine was still breathing heavily and her heart was racing as LD lifted the actress onto the cop car, held her legs open and started pounding her with his cock. The actress took the whole thing and seemed to love every inch. She reached over and turned it off.

Corrinne slowly climbed out of bed, rinsed her dildo off and hid it back in the dresser after washing it under the shower. The orgasms had exhausted her and she fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

“Coxville, isn’t exactly progressive when it comes to race relations.” Leon swung around in his chair. “You’d have no problems working for a black man?”

“No sir,” said Corrinne. She stood and walked towards him. “I’ve always wanted to work very closely with a black man.” She fell to her knees. Leon grinned down at her as she fished his cock out. “I don’t even do this for my fiancé,” she told him before lowering her head and taking his cock into her mouth.

Corrinne woke with a start, her alarm going off. “Nooo,” she whimpered, hitting snooze. She fell back asleep, but the dream didn’t pick back up. She woke up at the next alarm and turned it off. Instead of heading for the shower, Corrinne found herself pulling the Long Dong out of her dresser and climbing back into bed. She went for the long setting again, closing her eyes and picturing Leon fucking her on his desk during her interview. Four orgasms later, she pulled her new toy out and ran for the shower hurrying, so she wouldn’t be late for work.

That day, she stared all dreamy eyed at her boss for most of the day. Tonya came in and went to lunch with Corrinne as Leon had a conference call. After lunch, Tonya and Leon left to go meet some friends and decided to let Rose and Corrinne take off early also. She was thrilled to catch Simon home and catch up for a couple hours before he left for work. The second he was out the door, she locked it and was pulling the Long Dong out of the dresser. That night played out a little similar to the previous night. She stripped out of her work clothes and laid down on the bed. She closed her eyes and pushed the dildo in, turning it back to max setting. She was lowering herself down on Leon’s cock. They were gazing into each other’s eyes before she leaned down to kiss him. Like the porn actresses, she was taking the entire thing and loving every inch of it. She came twice before it switched to hard vibrate. She was leaning over the balcony of a hotel room, looking down at the Chicago skyline while Leon pounded her from behind. “I love it! I love it!,” she cried out over the city, cumming hard just as it switched to spurt. “Love black cock.” She came again and again, picturing Leon filling her womb with his sperm before leaning down and hugging her, their faces turning so that they could kiss.

Corrinne pulled the Long Dong out of her and smiled at it. Worth every penny, she thought, and probably better than the real thing since there was no messy semen to deal with. “I think I’ll rechristen you though. From now on, you are the Leon Dong.” She cleaned it off and placed it back in the dresser only to pull it back out after dinner when she started playing LD’s movie again.

LD was giving it hard to the woman on the police car. She was screaming and squeezing her tits. Corrinne was watching in fascination, holding her breath as he pulled his wet cock out. But, he wasn’t cumming just yet. He pushed back on her thighs. Her vaginal lips were splayed open from the hard fucking. Soon, her pussy was facing up and her sphincter was visible. “No way,” said Corrinne, staring in disgusted fascination as LD pushed the black golf ball sized head of his cock up to the actresses rose bud and began to push it into her ass. “No fucking way,” she stuttered as the sphincter began opening up and LD’s cock head pushed into her ass. The woman whimpered, but appeared to have done this before. Corrinne came hard as the Leon Dong trembling in her pussy switched over to hard vibrate.

Corrinne was still shaking her head in disbelief at the anal scene playing out on the screen even as the actress was squealing, “Ooo officer, fuck my ass.” She sat up and reached down the vibrating shaft sticking out between her thighs. She switched it off and pulled it out.

“What the fuck are you doing, Corrinne,” she said to herself, raising her legs up so that her sphincter raised. She held the shaft of the dildo and placed the head against her anus. “Jesus,” she gasped, pressing the head of the Leon Dong against her sphincter. She pushed hard, but her butt hole was unyielding. She spread her legs and reached down, grabbing the shaft with both hands and pulling it hard. Finally, her sphincter began to yield. “OW! Fuck no,” she growled, but didn’t stop. “UNNHH!!” The head pushed inside. “Fuck that hurts,” she muttered, releasing the shaft and laying back gasping. She watched the scene, relaxing, but still panting, as her ass slowly grew accustomed to the fat head of her vibrator. She sat up again and switched it on, letting out a squeal, as her toy started vibrating in her butt. LD was pulling his cock out and resting it against the actress’s pussy. Damn, his cock was perfect. It was swollen and slick with their fuck juices. Her finger found her aroused clit and teased it while the Leon Dong in her ass vibrated. LD’s cock bucked and shot a voluminous wad of white semen from the woman’s face down to her belly. It reared again and another large load shot out, this one fanning out across her body. Another spasm and another. Each ropey strand of semen reaching a little less far until it was just pouring out of the head onto her belly. His cock was still moving along with his pulse, each time it shrank a little, becoming a little less hard. “Mmmm,” moaned Corrinne feeling another orgasm growing.

“I love black cock,” said the actress. She reached down into the pool of semen on her belly and began to sensuously rub it all over her body, concentrating mostly on her breasts while her tongue licked around her lips.

I love black cock, thought Corrinne as the orgasm broke.

**********

Corrinne used the dildo twice Thursday, trying to get her needs satisfied before leaving for Detroit. She wasn’t about to pack her Leon in the suitcase and let the TSA agents x-ray it. Even if she checked her bag, she’d be red faced with shame dropping it off.

That night, after the opening seminar, she found herself missing it immediately. Detroit was a little scary to go explore so she stayed in the hotel. She was horny and couldn’t satisfy her urges, so she took out her frustrations working out for several hours that night. She had the hotel’s gym to herself and was grateful, but wished Leon was there with her working up a sweat until his huge muscles were all shiny. She had worked up a sweat and after her workout, she stood before the mirror and tensed her muscles. Her curves hardened and her abdominals appeared beneath the large swells of her breasts. She smiled, satisfied that she was looking better than ever.

Bored, she thought about showering and going down to the restaurant for a drink, but as she walked past it heading to her room, it was full of men from the seminar and she didn’t want to get propositioned all night. She would have asked Leon to join her, but he’d been tired and was going to bed early.

She stripped nude and laid down on the bed. She browsed through the on demand menu on the television and found herself looking through the adult movies. None of LD’s movies were available and none of the other black male actors seemed to measure up to LD though they all put Simon to shame. She ended up fingering herself while watching her LD compilation on her tablet going to the scene of the woman fucking her black boss for a promotion. Unfortunately, her finger didn’t cut it. “Fuck,” she grunted, frustrated. Her cursing was new, a side effect of watching Long Dong’s porn movie. A black penis was a cock and it was built for fucking white pussies. She’d rarely cursed before, but found the language more appropriate when using her dildo or watching the porn. Simon didn’t have a cock and they didn’t “fuck” they just had sex.

Her frustrations grew as the weekend wore on and she had to suppress her growing bitchiness.  She almost snapped at Leon on the flight home when she saw that next week, he’d extended their stay in Philadelphia until Monday morning. He knew Sunday was her birthday.

“Napoleon is always right,” he responded, with a grin and a wink. “Trust me.” Her anger melted. “Besides, didn’t you tell me that Simon had to work so you weren’t celebrating?”

Corrinne relaxed. In a few more hours, she’d be home and heading straight to her bedroom to play with her Leon Dong. Even better, they’d be driving to Philadelphia next seminar and she could bring her friend along for the ride.

She tried hard not to let her disappointment show when she walked into her apartment and saw Simon standing there with flowers in hand. “Surprise! I thought we’d celebrate your birthday tonight.” Her eyes glanced longingly towards the bedroom and the dresser before smiling and going up to hug and kiss her fiancé.

Their date was traditional. They had a nice dinner and a movie. Afterwards, she felt dirty after spending the day traveling and wanted to shower before sex. She sighed in the shower. She wasn’t in the mood for sex with a penis, she wanted a big black cock fucking her. If Simon hadn’t been waiting in the bedroom, she might have snuck the Leon Dong into the shower with her. It was waterproof after all.

She made the mistake of walking out of the restroom nude. Simon was laying on the bed in boxers. His little penis was already hard in anticipation and sticking out through the slit in her underwear. His eyes widened as he took in her naked body. He hurriedly raised his hips and pushed his boxers down, both of them looking on in disappointment as his penis gave a little twitch and a teaspoon’s worth of runny seed squirted out from the head. His penis immediately shriveled. “Sorry,” he apologized, sheepishly. “it’s been awhile.”

“It’s okay, honey. I understand.” She climbed into bed as he got up to clean off. She could tell he was exhausted from a double shift at work and was snoring within a minute of returning to bed. Corrinne slipped out of the bed, leaving her snoring future husband sleeping peacefully while she snuck Leon out of the dresser and finally got what she’d been craving for days on her couch that night trying to surprise her cries of pleasure.

Corrinne woke up with the light shining through her window. Simon was whimpering in his sleep. The sheets were tenting up around his crotch. He had a morning stiffy. She smiled and reached under his pillow for the condom he would have hidden there from last night. She opened the wrapper and pulled the cover back off his body. She regretted it the moment she saw his penis. It was so small, about the size of a magic marker with the head only the size of a grape and testicles smaller than walnuts, more like large acorns. It was just small and too white.

Still, Simon deserved a reward for her birthday surprise. She rolled the condom down over the head to the base. He slowly awoke as she straddled him and slid her pussy back into the little penis. “Co… Corrinne,” he said groggily.

“Good morning,” she replied, pushing back until he was all the way inside.

“Good morning,” he answered, waking up quickly, a dumb grin spreading across his face.

She kissed him, squirming around on his little penis. It was doing nothing for her and she wanted to get it over with. Easy enough. Corrinne pushed herself off Simon, sitting up in his lap. Her proud EE’s thrust out above his face. His eyes widened as he reached up to grab her breasts, tugging on her nipples until they slowly hardened. He raised his head trying to guide her nipple into his mouth when his face started scrunching up. “Unnnnhhhh!” He bucked his hips into her twice and collapsed on the bed, breathing so heavily it came out as a wheeze. His head turned sideways, glancing at the alarm clock. “Crap, I gotta get to the hospital.”

Corrinne slid off his penis and fell on her side. She rolled her eyes when her fiancé climbed out of bed, his little penis sticky and wet, shriveled up just over his testicles. His legs were weak as he stumbled his way into the bathroom. She reached down between her legs and found the base of the condom, slowly pulling it out. Luckily, his few drops of semen were filling the tiny receptacle. This wasn’t the first time a condom had come off inside her. It held pretty tight as long as he stayed hard, but his penis tended to shrivel pretty fast making the condoms too loose. “Crap,” she muttered, seeing a few drops of red on the rubber. Her period was coming.

Corrinne put her robe on and waited while Simon dressed. She kissed him and as soon as he was gone made a run for her dresser, the robe flying off to the floor behind her. She wanted to get in one more session with her Leon Dong before her period really kicked in. By tonight, she’d be gushing.

Twenty minutes and five good orgasms later, she was the one with weak legs stumbling towards the shower. She texted Rose that she’d be a little late that morning. Leon wouldn’t be mad and if anyone asked, she’d just explain it was female problems. Besides, she’d stop and bring donuts to the office.

**********

Wednesday, Tonya came into the office for lunch with Leon and let slip the reason they were staying an extra night in Philadelphia. They were all going to the Eagles-Saints game Sunday for her birthday. Unfortunately, Tonya had just gotten a last-minute job offer to model swimsuits in the Bahamas that weekend. Seems some younger model had gotten sick at the last minute and her agent had gotten Tonya the job. At 35, the job offers were slowing down and Tonya wanted to work as much as possible.

“But you two can still go,” said Tonya, giving Corrinne a hug. “And if I don’t talk to you, have a great birthday.”

“Oh I will,” said Corrinne happily. “I’ll miss you, but this is a great surprise. Simon would never take me to a game. He barely even lets me turn a game on the TV. I’ve been dying to watch some football.”

“I thought you’d like it,” said Leon, smiling. He kissed his wife goodbye. They whispered something back and forth. Tonya put her hand on his chest and slid it down close to his pants winking at him. “Uh, Corrinne. I’m going to take off the rest of the day off to spend some time with my wife before she leaves. We’ll leave for Phiily from here tomorrow about 10am.”

“You got it boss.”

Philadelphia was great, but her period annoyed her. Saturday night, she was still a little messy, but she broke out her dildo and used it twice that night. She got a great night’s sleep and used the dildo once again that morning before cleaning it off and packing her clothes, leaving out just some shorts and a tank top for the ride home tomorrow, plus her flip flops. It was unseasonably warm and there was no need to dress up. Today, she was in some yoga pants and another tank top that ended right around her navel. Leon’s eyes wandered down to her belly button every time her shirt stretched above it. He also smiled approvingly when she pulled a Saints’ ball cap out from under her shirt and plopped it on her blonde head. He was wearing his jersey.

Sunday was one of the best days of her life. She spent the entire day with Leon from breakfast on. They toured Admiral Dewey’s flagship and ate at the Reading Terminal Market before heading to the stadium for the game.

Leon got some boos for eagle’s fans and a few acted like they were considering starting a fight with him, but they were clearly wary of his enormous arm muscles and his total lack of fear. “Eagle’s fans are the worst,” he whispered in her ear.

“Don’t I know it,” said Corrinne. He held his hand out for her when entering the stadium and the crowd turned thick.

She found herself blushing at the intimacy, but she also liked it. He squeezed her hand and pulled her through the crowd. She got a lot of stares. They were mostly the usual male checking out an attractive female glance, but some appeared angry. She wasn’t sure if it was because they appeared to be an interracial couple or because of her Saints’ hat.

They found their seats and he released her hand though Corrinne would have held it all through the game. Leon bought them two hotdogs and two beers. They clinked their cups. Corrinne sprang to her feet cheering when the Saints’ scored the first touchdown. Leon was on his feet too. She leaned into him hugging his side with joy as “boos” echoed through the stadium. Philly soon tied it up, but by the end of the first quarter the Saints were back in the lead. At halftime, the score was 17-13. “I tell ya, the Saints are going to the super bowl.”

It was only September 20^th, but Corrinne found herself agreeing with her boss. They had a great team that year. They both separated and joined the crowds heading to the restroom. She returned to find Leon had ordered two more beers. The pressed their cups together again and took sips. Corrinne wasn’t paying attention during a timeout when suddenly the crowd started booing loudly. Leon nudged her to look up. They were on the jumbotron. The announcer said, “That appears to be former Saint’s player, Napoleon Johnson.” The booing increased when Leon sat up and gave the crowd a little wave. And then, it changed. “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” chanted the crowd. A read heart had appeared around them with the words Kiss Cam under it. “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” shouted everyone nearby looking at them. Corrinne appeared horrified, but Leon just shrugged and leaned in. It was Corrinne that turned it into a real kiss. She closed her eyes and turned her head sideways, wetting her red lips before they touched his broad black ones. She felt the static shock again, stronger then ever, but neither of them broke the kiss. Their tongues didn’t touch, but they both moved their mouths around. She moaned slightly in the back of her throat. The kiss went on longer then it should have and when their lips parted, it was Leon that was backing off. She kept her eyes closed, her lips following his, wanting more before she stopped and realized what she was doing.

Corrinne opened her eyes. Leon looked a little flustered and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Her own nipples were trying to poke holes in her bra and clearly visible through her top. The pad in her underwear was so soaked, she feared her period was making a last-minute comeback, but it was her arousal making her thighs damp. She glanced down at Leon’s lap, stifling a gasp at how swollen the tube running down one leg had become. She looked back up into his dark eyes. He stared back into her blue ones and she could see the lust in them. He wanted them to kiss again as badly as she did. He broke eye contact when his phone buzzed. “It’s from Tonya,” he said. “It says, I saw that.”

“Oh oh,” said Corrinne, looking back out and waving while mouthing that she was sorry.

“We’re not on camera anymore, Corrinne,” he replied and she felt instantly foolish. “Sorry honey, peer pressure,” he said, stating what he was typing.

“You know Leon, this sure isn’t Coxville,” she said, rubbing her wet lips together and feeling like she could still taste his lips on hers. A crowd that was actually encouraging a black man and a white woman to kiss wasn’t something she could have conceived of before she left the county.

He snorted. “It sure aint,” he responded, texting back and forth with his wife for a while.

The Eagles never came back. By the end of the third quarter, it was 34-20 and the game ended at 48-22. Leon and Corrinne were both standing and they slapped hands in victory while all the disappointed Eagle’s fans were slowly climbing to their feet and making for the exit.

Getting back to the car and on the road was a nightmare, but they both were so elated by the Saint’s victory, that neither seemed to notice. They talked amicably the entire trip back to the hotel. “Would you like a drink?” he asked, as they passed the hotel restaurant.

“I’d love one.” One drink became three. Corrinne had another beer, listening to him tell football stories. She reached over and held her hand over his to make him stop talking. Instead, Corrinne recited exactly how his famous play against the Cowboys had gone down.

Leon’s eyes widened, impressed at her near perfect playback and even more impressed when she continued reciting some of his other touchdowns including some way back when he was playing for the Bull’s in high school. “You missed your calling as a sport’s writer. Your father would be proud.”

“Thank you,” she replied, sincerely, finally taking her hand off his. “It also helps when you’re a fan.”

A broad cocky grin spread across his face. “Seriously, if I’d known you were this big a fan, I’d autograph a football for you.”

She reached in her purse and pulled out a sharpie as the bartender asked if they wanted refills. Corrinne ordered a strawberry lemonade vodka as her next drink and for her drink after that. She wanted the alcohol to be an excuse should he invite her back to his room. But an excuse to say yes, or to say no? Of course, it was all a fantasy, he had Tonya and she had Simson… Simon.

She held onto his arm again as they rode the elevator up. She was swaying a little. She hadn’t been this drunk in a long time. They reached his room first. “Well, this is it,” he said, stopping.

ASK ME IN! Corrinne turned to face him. “Thank you, Leon,” she said. “This was the best birthday of my life,” she told him sincerely. She stepped forward and raised herself up on tiptoes. She kissed him again, this time on the cheek, more professional, but friendly.

He looked down at her, intently. “Corrinne…” he said.

YES! I”D LOVE TO CONTINUE THIS IN YOUR ROOM! She stared just as intently into his eyes waiting for him to continue.

“Do you still have that sharpie?”

Confused, she fished it out of her purse again.

“Wait here a second,” he said with a wink. He took the sharpie and disappeared into his room leaving the door cracked. While waiting, she fantasized she pushed the door open and was waiting for him naked on his bed when he came out of the restroom. The door opened and he was standing there bare chested. Her hands wanted to touch his stomach before running up over his muscles. “Corrinne,” he said again. Her eyes roamed up his stomach back to his face and piercing black eyes. “I’d like you to have this.” Leon held up the jersey he’d been wearing. He’d signed it with her sharpie. “You’ll need to wash it.”

“Is that an authentic jersey?” She was touched by the gift, but she also wanted to pull it aside and stare at his chest again.

“It’s the one I wore against the Dolphins in 99’.”

“I love it,” she said, taking the shirt from him and holding it up. “Are you sure?”

“Of course,” he shrugged, his muscles rippling. “I know it seems like an egocentric gift, but I got the impression, you’d really appreciate it.”

“I do,” she nodded. “You’re too kind.”

“So kind, I’d give you the shirt off my back.”

“Well that chest shouldn’t be covered up.” She instantly blushed. He smirked cockily, but his eyes narrowed, looking at her aggressively like he wanted to rip her top off and pull her into his room. She looked away and held the shirt up again. “This is… this is wonderful. This is the best birthday ever. I just wish Tonya could have been here,” she said, though she hadn’t missed her friend one second of this marvelous day.

“I’m sure she wishes she could have been here too,” he replied. “Of course, she’s on a beach in the Caribbean so she’s probably pretty happy. Anyway, you’re welcome. I’m glad you had a great time. I’ll see you in the morning, but not too early. I think we both need some sleep. Good night.”

“Good night,” she replied, holding the jersey up and staring at it as she walked down the hall to her room. When she heard his door shut, she bunched the jersey up and held it up to her nose, inhaling his manly scent. She sat the jersey on the bed and stripped her clothes off. Nude, she retrieved her Leon Dong, caressing it affectionately as she took it to the bathroom to rinse it off.

That night, she didn’t masturbate nude. She wore Leon’s jersey, hiking it up above her breasts so she could squeeze her nipples while the dildo went through it’s vibrating cycles. She turned her head into her shoulder breathing in his scent. No Leon, I’m never going to wash this. As the vibrations increased, she fantasized, that he had invited her back to his room. He was pounding her hard with his mighty cock, lowering himself to kiss her again. She licked her lips wishing they still tasted like him, but they tasted like strawberries and lemonade. “I’m cumming,” he grunted, the dildo switching into spurt mode. Corrinne came with him and it was her biggest orgasm yet.

**********

“Jesus, it’s too small,” stated Corrinne.

“What’s to small?” asked Simon startling his future wife. She jumped and dropped what she was holding. Her back was to him, standing by the bed packing for this week’s trip to the west coast. He sneered at her before she turned around. She was wearing that stupid jersey again and had been since she came back from Philadelphia last week.  Worse, she’d taken to using it as a nightshirt when he preferred her sleeping nude beside him.

“Simon! I didn’t hear you come in.”

He came up and hugged her giving her a peck on the lips. His eyes glanced down at her pile of clothes, going wide when he saw what she’d been holding. “Holy crap!” He reached down and grabbed the bikini before she could stop him. He stared at it in awe.

Corrinne snatched it out of his hands and shoved it back into the wicked weasel shipping bag. “That was a surprise for our honeymoon.”

“Put it on,” he croaked.

“Not until February,” she chided, shaking her finger at him.

“Please?”

“Stop begging. You’ll be lucky if I wear it at all. It looks smaller than I remember ordering.”

“Aw, come-on? No one’s going to know us there and besides, you’ll be overdressed. Most of the beaches or nude or at least topless.” Simon wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively.

“We’ll see, honey. Depends on the number of rum punches you get me to drink.” Corrinne surveyed her stacks of clothes. She was becoming an expert on packing. “Oops, almost forgot my workout clothes and I need… toiletries.”

Simon watched her go over to her dresser and remove her sexy workout outfit. He’d caught her doing yoga in it one day and was astounded by how sexy she looked. He was suddenly overcome with jealousy, picturing the number of men Corrinne probably had hitting on her every time she traveled. “You still enjoying all this traveling?”

“Aside from missing you, I love it. I’m seeing the country, eating great meals, and every trip I get some time to tour.”

He nodded, watching as she added the yoga pants and top to her pile of clothes. She turned, checking her watch, and strolled into the restroom. He leaned over watching as she shut the door. Simon reached down and gently held the wicked weasel bag trying not to make any noise as he pulled the wadded-up bikini out. The bikini was cute with white polka dots on blue. He fought not to whistle softly looking at the panty. It was a freakin thong! And the cups looked like they’d be straining to contain his future wife’s prodigious bosom. He raised the top up, grinning. This had to be Tonya’s doing. He’d never been able to talk Corrinne into buying even a modest bikini, but since befriending the black model, Corrinne’s sense of fashion had become much sexier.

“That’s that,” said Corrinne, returning with her bag of toiletries.

Simon jumped, quickly shoving the bikini between a pile of Corrinne’s clothes to hide it. She picked up the stack of clothes and packed it into her suitcase. She grabbed the next stack and then her heels, packing them away. Corrinne paused and clutched her side, wincing.

“You alright?”

“Fine. It’s just some pain in my ovary.”

He waited, hoping for a chance to sneak the bikini back out, but she was done. Soon, the suitcase was zipped up and sitting by the door. Corrinne kissed and hugged him tightly. “I’ll get the suitcase for you.” He picked it up and followed her out to her car. He placed it in the trunk and shut the door.

Corrinne lowered the window so that Simon could lean in a kiss her goodbye again. “Love you, bye bye,” he said.

“Love you.” She smiled at him, raising the window and backing the car out of the driveway.

**********

Her ovaries hurt the whole flight to San Francisco. This only happened when she was ovulating which usually coincided with an increase in her sex drive. That meant she’d be horny throughout the whole trip and no Leon Dong to take care of her. She’d used it that morning and had been hoping to get a second session in before leaving, but Simon had come home and ruined her plans. She tried not to take her frustrations out on her boss sitting beside her.

They landed and got a taxi. “This place is classy,” she said, looking up at the skyrise hotel.”

“Yep, tech company. They usually go all out with the rooms and conference centers.”

Corrinne checked them in. She handled everything and always filed the paperwork away for accounting purposes. She got their keycards. Leon had walked down a hallway and was staring through a window. “Is that a pool?”

“Yeah,” he answered. “Nice sized and heated. You bring your suit?”

Corrinne frowned. She couldn’t remember packing her bathing suit. She often brought her suit along for outdoor pools in warmer climes, but San Francisco’s weather now in September was chilly. Still, her suit was on her packing list and she rarely skipped anything on her list. “There’s a hot tub. I could use a good soak.”

“Sauna too,” said Leon. He checked his Rolex. “Opening seminar is in three hours. Maybe after dinner we can get a soak in?”

“Hmm, we’ll see. Maybe.” Corinne went down the hall a little further. “Nice fitness center too if you want to get a workout in tomorrow.”

They took the elevator up to the 21^st floor and parted ways. Corrinne whistled softly when she saw her view. This was why she loved these trips. Not every small town girl from Coxville got to see views like this. She could make out the Golden Gate Bridge and there was Alcatraz sitting in the bay. She winced as her ovary ached again. She felt her arousal growing and her face flushing as her temperature increased slightly. “Hmmm,” she muttered. Today was September 24^th and if she kept the same fertility cycle, she be in heat on her honeymoon in February. Simon would be thrilled to quit wearing condoms. She suddenly crinkled her nose in distaste at the thought of her fiancé squirting his sticky runny seed inside her. “Yech,” she said.

She started stripping, glancing longingly at her suitcase and knowing there was no Leon Dong inside to take care of her needs. When she was nude, she ran her hands down her breasts, moaning at how sensitive her nipples were before sliding her hands down her sides. Aroused and feeling naughty, she walked back over to the large windows and stood nude looking out over the bay. There was another skyrise in the distance, but it would have taken a telescope for someone to see her naked body.

She walked to her bed and laid down on top the covers, closing her eyes. She was half asleep within minutes. She spread her legs, raising her hips slowly up so that she could guide her Leon Dong into her. A second later, it was Leon’s dong she was holding, staring into his piercing eyes as he grabbed her ankles and worked his big black cock inside her white redneck pussy.

Corrinne woke up to her phone alarm. Her dream had done nothing to quench her arousal. She got off the bed and took a shower, slightly colder than normal, hoping to quench some of the fire in her loins. She either wasn’t thinking as she dressed or her subconscious was telling her to display her goods to attract male attention. She ended up mixing two of her outfits. One was a short black skirt that had slits in the sides displaying more thigh then normal and her top was a white blouse with a few more buttons at the top undone. She slipped her feet into black heels and grabbed her black reading glasses, perching them on her nose.

Leon was coming out of his room at the same time. His eyes did a quick sweep down her body and she fought the urge to thrust her breasts out towards him. His broad African nostrils flared like he was taking in her scent, sensing she was in heat. “Ready, Miss Cox?”

“Ready, Mr. Johnson,” she answered with a smile and a wink. The hallways were mirrored and she glanced at their reflections as they walked towards the elevator. Corrinne almost stopped in her tracks and told her she had to go back to change. Her reflection didn’t look business professional. She looked more like a porn star dressed up to look business professional or some school boy’s fantasy of a sexy teacher.

“You look amazing, if you don’t mind my saying.”

“I don’t mind at all, Mr. Johnson.” All desire to change into a different outfit leaving her mind at the compliment.

The outfit was a bit much. There were a hundred people in the seminar and 90% male. None of the men could take their eyes off her and most of the women were staring dreamy eyed at Leon. She was finding herself growing used to the attention and liking it more and more, but she was still grateful the opening Thursday night seminar only lasted from 5 to 8. Corrinne was starving by the end and feeling weak. She and Leon were on East Coast time so it was 11pm their time. She wanted to get a quick bite, but unfortunately, two of the executives they were training, Frank and Sam, insisted that Leon and Corrinne join them in the hotel’s fancy restaurant.

Even more unfortunately, dinner was mostly a pretense for Frank and Sam to come on to her. They started out plying her with wine, their eyes traveling from her cleavage to the engagement ring shining on one finger wrapped around her wine glass. Both men came to the decision to ignore her ring and go for it. Apparently, her engagement ring mattered at little to them as the wedding rings on their own fingers. She was the center of attention for all three men, Frank and Sam politely including Leon in the conversation when possible so it didn’t look like they were ignoring him. Leon sang her praises. She was quite tipsy by the time their dinner arrived.

Corrinne found herself enjoying the attention and even flirting back. Her eyes flickered back and forth between the two men wondering which one she’d choose if she were interested. Both were good looking. Sam was mid-thirties and fit with a cute grin while Frank was closer to fifty, but very distinguished looking and had that aura of confidence lots of powerful men possessed. Which would she choose? “Leon,” she said.

“Yes?”

Corrinne gave a little start, unaware, she’d spoken aloud. “Um, it’s getting late.”

“Yes, we should be going,” said Leon.

“Well, not until we kill off this bottle,” said Frank. The remaining wine in the bottle completely filled Corrinne’s glass. She sipped it faster than usual so that they could call it a night. Frank paid for dinner with a company card. “Anyone interested in a nightcap in our suite? It’s the top floor. Great views.” Frank was looking at Corrinne as he asked. “Interested?”

“No thanks,” said Leon. He took Corrinne’s hand and put it on his arm. She was a little unsteady on her feet.

Corrinne was grateful for Leon’s arm. So Frank and Sam were sharing a room? There was a scene in one of the Long Dong compilations were a drunk wife wandered into the wrong room in a hotel and found herself slipping into bed with LD. There was another black guy in the other bed that joined them. His penis made Simon look little, but it was only half as big as LD’s 14” black cock. She started out on all fours, sucking the smaller man while LD fucked her from behind. She ended up riding LD while the other black man fucked her ass. Corrinne refused to perform oral sex, but she found herself fantasizing she was on all fours between Sam and Frank, sucking Sam’s prick while Frank fucked her from behind. The white men disappeared and LD was shoving his black cock down her throat while Leon fucked her from behind. She smiled drunkenly.

“Guess no hot tub?” said Leon as they passed the pool.

“I’d be up for a quick dip,” said Corrinne, excitedly, wanting to see Leon’s bare chest again.

Frank and Sam both glanced at each other and smiled as the four entered the elevator.

**********

“I can’t remember if I brought my suit. I’ll text you if I can’t go. Otherwise, I’ll knock when I’m ready.” Corrinne fumbled with her key card a few times before getting it to work. It was late and she was drunk and tired, but the thought of a good hot soak with Leon had her reinvigorated. Not surprisingly, there was a LD scene where a man and his wife invited their black friend for a soak in the tub, but the black friend hadn’t brought his suit so he went nude. The wife couldn’t take her eyes off LD’s cock. Corrinne was convinced the actress either hadn’t seen LD’s cock before or was a really good actress for a porn movie. Of course, LD ended up fucking her while they both belittled the white husband.

Corrinne’s suitcase was on a dresser, propped open. She was a meticulous packer, her clothes were folded and stacked across not up. She was disappointed when she didn’t spot her swimsuit among the orderly rows. This late, she assumed, she and Leon would have had the hot tub to themselves. A string hanging out from between her casual jeans and a sweatshirt caught her attention. She pulled it out and held it up, her eyes focusing on the small triangles of her string bikini cup. “How’d that get in here?” she mumbled.

Corrinne spread the clothes apart and there was the thong panty. She placed the two pieces of her new bikini back in the suitcase just as she got a text message. Corrine checked her phone.

“So, did you pack your suit?”

-L

Corrinne hit the reply button and froze. Her heart was beating rapidly. She couldn’t wear it could she? It was meant for a Caribbean beach with no swimwear restrictions, not a high-class hotel. It was meant for her future husband’s eyes. “Yes,” she replied. “Give me a few.”

Corrinne swayed as she stripped, cursing Frank and Sam for feeding her wine all night. But then, she had her excuse, didn’t she? The rooms closet door was mirrored. Corrinne stood before it and looked at her nude body. She started with the thong, pulling it on backwards the first time. When she pulled it up her legs correctly, the front barely covered her blonde pubic strip. She pulled the material out some and adjusted it until she was satisfied that no stray tufts of hair were going to pop out.

She turned around and gasped at the sight of her bare butt. The only little bit she could see was the string rising up between her cheeks, fanning out into a triangle before splitting back into strings that wrapped around her waist. Just don’t back into the water and Leon won’t see your ass, she thought.

The top was less confusing. The triangles covered her boobs. The baseline was bigger and covered the width of her breast, but not the bottoms of her bosom. The cups ran up the center of her breast thinning out to the point it barely encapsulated her nipples. The triangle formed a vertex on the tops of her bosom turning into strings that ran up her chest and around her neck. She struggled a little getting the strings around her back tied. When she did, the top was hugging her breasts tightly and the outlines of her nipples were completely visible.

“Honestly, I look less sexualized naked.’ Corrine stared up and down her body. “That’s it, I can’t wear this. It doesn’t fit. I can’t even wear this on my honeymoon. Simon would be happy with any bikini.” Or I could just make Leon look away when I slip into the tub? Or I could let him look?

Her phone beeped again.

Corrinne sighed with some relief. Maybe, Leon had changed his mind and wanted some sleep? They were on East coast time and it was after midnight. The message wasn’t from Leon, it was from her mother and it was an image. Only the image hadn’t come through. It was just a picture of a gray rectangle.

“Mom, nothing came through. It’s just a blank pic. Why RU up, it’s 1:00am in Coxville?”

“Woke up from a crazy dream and looked out the window. It’s a solid wall of fog outside.”

“Oh! I’m in LA and about to go to bed,” she lied. Tell dad I’m about to sit in a hot tub nearly nude with Napoleon Johnson,” she thought, snorting and chuckling. “Luv you.”

“Love you too. Don’t forget about your mother and call me some time.”

Corrinne rolled her eyes. Fog wasn’t rare in Coxville, but usually it was patchy. At least it was late there and shouldn’t cause many accidents.

The hotel was classy and provided guests with white terry cloth robes. Corrinne wrapped her body up in hers and slipped her key card into one pocket. She turned at the door and looked back into her room like it was a safe refuge before shutting the door.

Corrinne Cox found herself smiling as she walked down the hall. She was drunk and should have been asleep three hours ago, but she was wide awake. Her pulse was also going crazy and she could feel the blood rushing to her ears until her heartbeat was ringing in her ears. She felt herself flushing. She arrived at Leon’s room. He’d left the door ajar, but she knocked anyway. He’d been waiting for her and opened it swiftly.

Corrinne thought of the solid wall of fog in her mom’s picture only she was looking at a solid wall of black. Black deltoids. Black trapezius. Black pectorals. Black obliques. Black abdominals. Six of them. Black triceps and biceps as big around as her thighs. She fought the urge to reach out and run her hands all over the sexy chest. Leon was smirking, enjoying her admiring gaze. He wasn’t wearing casual men’s swimwear either. He was wearing tight men’s swim shorts that hugged his tubular bulge as much as tightly as her bikini top was squeezing her nipples. She stepped back out into the hall.

“You feeling okay. Your hands are shaky and you look flushed?” he asked, pressing the down button when they arrived at the elevator.

“Fine,” she answered, letting him enter first, so that she could check out his rear end in the shorts as well as his… Black gluteus maximus. Black dorsals… “I’ll explain when we get downstairs.”

They both faced the door in the elevator, but Corrinne continued to check Leon out from the sides of her eyes. He was barefoot and nude but for the swim trunks. Unlike her, he had no problem showing off his body. Nor should he cover up. Leon was literally perfect, a chiseled black Adonis.

It was probably her father’s fault. He’d taken her into locker rooms all over Coxville and in every one of them, the black men stood out. She’d stared at them with fascination while her father interviewed them. The fascination changed to something else when she hit puberty. Shortly, thereafter, her father realized his little girl wasn’t quite so little anymore and left her outside the locker rooms. Sure, the teenage white athletes were fit and muscular, but they just didn’t quite measure up. The black teens were always a couple inches taller, chests a little broader, and their biceps bigger around. The muscular black male form had become her ideal for male physical perfection.

Corrine had naively asked why the black boys were so big one Thanksgiving dinner. Her parents shut up and stared at her while Nana Elspeth found her question hysterical. Her mom’s mom was a Macgregor from Hookersville whose population was mostly Scotts that had immigrated from South Carolina in the early 1800s. “Why Cory dear, they were bred that way.” Nana Elspeth slapped the table and laughed again. Corrinne’s little sister laughed with her, but didn’t really know what they were laughing at.

The lobby wasn’t too crowded, but the few people in it all stared at the giant muscular black man and the buxom blonde in the short white robe. They turned down the hall and entered the pool area. Corrine was wrong thinking that they’d have the place to themselves. There was a pretty young white woman there with a young boy, but they looked to be finishing up. The mother looked up before lowering her gaze and then did a double take, staring as appreciatively at Leon’s chest as Corrinne had earlier. Luckily, the mother and son looked to be wrapping it up.

Leon turned the jets on and slipped into the hot tub. He sighed with pleasure, sliding down. “What are you waiting for?” he asked, staring up at her.

Corrinne looked over at the mother ushering her son out the door before looking back at Leon. “Well, it seems I did forget my swimsuit,” she said, loosening her belt.

“Naughty girl,” he teased, “But there is a surveillance camera in here if you were thinking about skinny dipping.”

Corrinne blushed even redder. “I didn’t have my suit, but somehow my honeymoon bikini got into my suitcase. Anyway, I’m a little embarrassed.”

“I’ve seen women in bikinis before Ceecee,” he said, but he looked intrigued. Eager.

You could ask him to close his eyes, she thought. Leon was a gentleman. He’d do it if you asked. She didn’t ask. “Screw it. Here goes nothing.” She pulled the robe open and let it drop to her feet.

Leon’s eyes were white and his mouth was hanging open staring at her. He slowly closed his mouth. “Maybe I haven’t seen a woman in a bikini before.” He was staring hard at her nipples. Corrinne would have sworn they were at full mast, but they hardened even more under his gaze and bumps formed around her areola. They were overly sensitive too during her fertile period. She could feel the cloth scraping over every millimeter of her nipple. She wanted to pull her top off. “Jesus Corrinne, remind me to thank my wife for that bikini.”

“Well, tell her to pick one that fits next time.” She stepped down into the first step in the hot water.

Leon chuckled. “She knew what she was doing. It’s an old trick of Tonya’s. She’ll have you laying out nude with her by next summer.”

“Not likely,” said Corrinne with a smile. She was relaxing a little bit. She stepped down to the bottom and was about to sit down.

“Wait a moment,” said Leon. He openly ran his eyes up and down her body, both appreciatively and lustfully. “I’d forgotten how amazing Coxville women looked.”

Corrinne playfully waved her hands down her body like a spokesmodel showcasing a new car. She sat down on the bench, sitting back and moaning in the hot water just as Leon had. “You don’t really realize how attractive you are until you leave home and find that half of all the guys you meet hit on you.”

“Only half?”

Corrinne smiled at him. “The other half turn into blithering idiots.” She sank down so that she could lay her head back. Her lower legs were touching Leon’s legs. “I’ve found that certain Coxville men really stick out to, in the real world.”

Leon was silent for a moment. “Speaking of blithering idiots, here come two of them.”