14.3 Stubby Finds a Home (Storywriter)

 

Stubby Finds a Home

by Storywriter123

June 2001

Jamar Green was pissed. 

He was walking the boardwalk near the beach at Stony Harbor. The huge black man had failed his lifeguard test weeks earlier. His mission after being enhanced was to cause havoc in Stony Harbor by breaking up white marriages and spreading the news of the prowess of the black man. Jamar was 19 years old when he was plucked from Solomon King’s youth rehab centers, to join the swelling ranks of enhanced black men. 

He had resisted joining Mustafa’s yard crew. It reminded him too much of his time in juuvy doing state sponsored, free labor for “the man”. He had an attitude towards the white race that made him a perfect fit for E&I. The enhanced black man had spent his formative years in juvenile detention after being put into the system following a burglary charge. Stony Harbor was like a fairy tale compared to the concrete jungle of Brooklyn where he grew up.

He was currently staying at the home of one of Mustafa’s conquests. Mustafa had fucked some newlywed and even gone on the bitch’s honeymoon in place of her husband. When they got back the husband had moved out. Jamar and other enhanced blacks bunked there for the time being, the formally tranquil suburban home turned into a den of sex and a sort of nest for the arriving enhanced black man moving into Stony Harbor.

He was growing impatient. The ebony brute frowned as he passed a few white couples on his walk, causing them to cross the street. He had wasted a week of his time fucking a young white bitch he met at a party. They spent the whole time fucking and the black teen didn’t realize she was a vacationer until the day she left for home. 

“Dammit,” he muttered. If he was a better damn swimmer he’d be knee deep in lifeguard pussy already. He’d probably be bunked up with some hot bitch every night. Thoughts of his old life, shared mattresses in small cramped apartments invaded his mind.

 As an employee of E&I, he had a debt to pay. Becoming a God amongst men and a ten inch cock didn’t come cheap. Something Mustafa always reminded him of.

“Get a job Stubby,” he said, talking to himself in a defensive tone showing his teenage years. “Find a white bitch to fuck and make your bones Stubby,” he continued, kicking his shoes along the wooden boardwalk.

Jamar’s enhancement had grown his cock to 10.5 inches, a huge cock to be sure but small in comparison to many of the enhanced black men sowing their seed around Stony Harbor. His cock was unusually wide, the middle of his endowment looked almost tumor-like when he hardened, swelling larger than a standard beer can.  The huge black man had been portly before his enhancement and he had stayed stocky looking though it was all muscle. He had a short afro and his face was wide. His shorter stature and cock earned him his nickname.

The bull-like man was walking when he noticed a couple arguing outside an office building on the boardwalk. The bitch was fucking stacked. They finished and walked into the office. Jamar read the sign “Rosen & Rosen Sex Therapy.” He smiled and walked towards the entrance.

*********

The black teen approached the door to the office, his keen ears listening. The couple was definitely arguing about sex. Apparently the whiteboy was having trouble getting it up, the black giant laughed as he opened the door.

The couple looked at odds as Jamar filled the door frame.

“Sorry to interrupt,” the huge black man said.

“No problem at all. We were just finishing up. Do you have an appointment?” said the white guy. He looked to be about 35, his hair was thinning. He was skinny and dressed in a nice blue business suit.

“Nah, I just saw the sign and thought you could help me.” 

“I can talk to you for a bit before my first appointment,” said the man.

Jamar followed the short white man into his office as the shapely woman watched him, with rapt attention, as he lumbered into the smaller man’s office.

******

“Thanks for talking with me doc,” Jamar sat in a small chair across from the smaller white man. The office was adorned with degrees and artwork. The doctor had a holier than thou aura that came through in his words.

“Firstly, glad to have you here. You can call me Adam, no need for the “doctor”. So tell me about yourself, misterrr?” The doctor had grabbed his clipboard and they sat facing each other.

“Jamar, Jamar Green.” Jamar regaled the whiteboy with his life story and how he ended up in Stony Harbor. The black teen talked about his troubled childhood and ending up in one of Solomon King’s Youth Rehab Centers. He of course skipped over the part where he was hand picked to be enhanced. His hatred for the white culture permeated his story, causing the smaller man to squirm uncomfortably in his expensive leather chair.

“You’ve come so far from such…humble beginnings. How old are you?” The white therapist was trying to be polite.

“Humble, that's one way to put it. I’m 21” he lied.

“So what do you do here? Help people have better sex?” Jamar caught the whiteboy staring at his package, they were seated close, and the thing was hard to ignore. The black man got the sense that there was weakness in the doctor. Enhanced men had a way of being able to prey on the inherent frailties of their white counterparts. The pheromones they produced reduced both men and women to their baser instincts.

“In some cases, yes. We help people work through a myriad of sexual related issues, like erectile dysfunction for example.”

Jamar took note of this and smirked. He was sure there was a spike in their patients lately.

“You ever treated a brotha?” He looked at the small man, who was shrinking back at the statement.

“Well, no, there's not many of, uh, you people in our town.” He returned. 

Jamar’s eyes squinted at the white doctor, noticing signs of perspiration on his head and armpits. “This shit is crazy,” he thought to himself. The small office was creating a hot box of alpha scents.

“I can promise you, ain't no brothas comin in here with issues gettin it up.” He laughed at that statement.

He decided to press “My big thing only has problems finding enough pussy to keep me satisfied.” He punctuated his words by grabbing his thick dong through his shorts.

“Now see here!” Dr. Rosen rose from his chair.

“I just need some help working through my issues doc,” the black man stood as well, towering over the smaller white man.

“We won't tolerate language like that here you…you...ruffian.”

“What chu call me?” Jamar literally didn’t know the word. He took a step towards the doctor, who instinctively took a step back, falling back into his chair. Adam gulped as he was now eye level with the monstrous bulge in Jamar’s shorts.

“Honey! I can take him!” said the female doctor. She had been listening at the door, fascinated at the story and this interaction with their first black patient.

*******

“I can take him. You need to run to the drug store anyway honey.” The thick looking woman stared at him. 

Jamar eyed her up and down. She looked smart, with thick square black glasses. Her light brown hair was cut with thick bangs covering her forehead. Her face was thin, and she had a large nose, and full pouty lips. Jamar extended his hand to her, admiring her ample cleavage. She was dressed conservatively, but there was no hiding her assets, thick legs leading to hips and ass that stood out proudly.

“Jamar Green,” said the black man, extending his oversized mitt.

“Dr. Rosie Rosen,” she returned.

They looked at each other before she turned to her husband. “Get going honey.”

******

“You can take a seat on the couch,” said Rosie, ushering the 6 foot tall black man into the room.

He laid down on the couch. His feet extended past the end of the comfortable loveseat.

“So what brings you in, Mr. Green?” The shapely woman crossed her legs causing her skirt to hike up to her thighs.

“Its my sex life Dr. Rosen,” said Jamar.

“Rosie is fine,” she replied. Jamar watched as the doctor sniffed the air. He was pumping out heavy pheromones into the small office. The young black man’s mouth curled to a smile as the thick bitch began squirming in her seat.

“Tell me more.”

“Well, the problem is i’m having trouble getting dates,” he looked at her, eyeing her round tits, sitting proudly in her blouse.

“A cute guy like you? I don’t believe it.” She smiled.

“Well really, I mean second dates.” 

“I don’t understand? So you're getting first dates but not second dates? Is it hot in here? The busty young therapist was fanning herself with her notebook.

“Rosie, it’s bad. I meet a girl, and take her out. We do, you know, what we do, and they never call me back.” Jamar gave a fake half-hearted smile.

Rosie was sweating, she lost her place and unbuttoned one of the buttons on her blouse.

“So, you go out with these girls, you build up chemistry, and then they don't call you back?”

“It's a big problem doc. A big problem.”

The doctor was flushed. She looked at the black man filling up her couch and glanced at his baggy shorts. It looked like there was an animal in them moving around.

“I think I understand. Are you talking about the size of your…,” she motioned with her pen towards his shorts.

“Yes doc, I….”.

Jamar was cut off by the ringing of a bell in the lobby.

“Fuck,” he said in his head.

The doctor stood, giving Jamar a view of her ample backside.

“Be with you in a minute!” she called. The doctor went to her window and opened it.

“Shit,” thought the eager teenager. He was about to show her his cock. He thought this one was going to be easy. The fresh outside air enveloped the room, wafting out his pumping pheromones.

“Sorry, Jamar, my 9 o’clock is here. Would you be able to come back tomorrow?”

“Yes, sure doc. It feels good to talk to someone about this.”

“I can't wait to hear more," she said as they rose from their seats. She was genuinely fascinated by the young black man.

She opened the door and Jamar brushed against her, a jolt of electricity exciting them both.

“Tomorrow,” she said.

“Tomorrow,” he replied.

Jamar filled the door frame and was face to face with another weedy looking whiteboy. He glared at the smaller man, recognizing him, before leaving the office.

“Come on in Andy,” he heard her say as the door closed behind him.

*******

“Fuck me Stubby!” 

The black man was taking his frustration out on the white woman, pounding her hard. 

 Christy, serving as a sort of den mother to blacks arriving in Stony Harbor, needed her fix of big black cock. She was definitely hot, but unfortunately, having sex with multiple enhanced black men had loosened her. She doted on the young men staying in her home, feeding them and cleaning up after them. In return she got as much black cock as she could handle.

“Get it Stub!” Mustafa laughed as he exited the shower, toweling off his monster cock.

“Take my cum bitch,” Jamar was railing her so hard she was gripping the sheets. He wasn’t as long as Mustafa, but he had a very thick cock, bigger than a beer can. He deposited his load deep in her womb, she was already showing signs of pregnancy and would balloon up soon from all the black cum she was taking.  While the housewife was smoking hot, her pussy was a mangled mess from constant big black cock bombardment.

Christy looked starry eyed at the black teen as he exited her. Mustafa then pushed him out of the room, asserting his dominance. He heard the alpha male say “My turn hoe,” as the door closed.

He needed to find his own place. He went to sleep thinking about turning Dr. Rosen and setting himself up.

*********

Across town, Rosie wasn’t having as much fun that evening. Her husband emerged from their bathroom. She observed him approaching the bed. He was skinny, being an avid runner, his arms were thin with only the smallest hint of a bicep. She couldn’t help comparing him to the muscular giant adorning her couch earlier that day. 

She looked crestfallen at the current state of his penis. This had become a familiar sight over the past few weeks. But she prayed the Viagra he popped might be taking some time to work.

“Your thingie’s all scrunched up?” She looked at her husband quizzically. She was on her knees on the bed. The height caused her to slightly look down on her husband. He was eye level with her massive breasts. She loved the power that they gave her over her husband.

“I don't know…maybe you could, ummm, try putting it in your mouth?”

She smiled sympathetically at her husband. He enjoyed her doing this each year on his birthday. She wasn’t a huge fan of oral sex, finding it demeaning. 

But she loved him and leaned over seductively. “Let's see if we can't get you revved up big stud.” She crouched low enough to take his diminished penis in her mouth. She found that she could easily swallow his entire package. Adam laid his hands on her back. She danced her tongue around the shriveled little thing. She wetted the whole miniscule package with her tongue. Rosie was feeling a strange weirdness licking around Adam’s thumb-sized dick, but her pussy was pulsing with heat, another common occurrence over the past few weeks.

“Anything?” She asked. Rosie found she could speak clearly even with his paltry pud in her mouth. Adam had his eyes closed. Hearing her words, he opened his eyes and said, “no, sorry honey.”

The busty doctor removed his pathetic looking dick and holding it in her hand said “maybe you could do me? That might get you worked up.”

Rosie laid back on the bed and spread her legs seductively. 

“I thought you didn’t like that?” Adam was beside himself. He was watching his dream girl on the bed, she was now spreading her pussy lips, holding her thick legs, inviting him in. He felt nothing coming from his groin.

“How about just this once.” She grinned and winked at him.

Adam practically dove in between her meaty thighs. He could prove that he could satisfy his wife. He began planting small kisses on her before lapping at her sex.

Rosie held his head in place, pushing him to enter her with his tongue.

She laid back, still firmly holding her husband’s head and her mind drifted to Jamar. She remembered the lump in his shorts and started breathing heavily. 

“Honey, my mouth is getting tired,” Adam said in a pouty voice after about two minutes.

“Keep going, keep going, i'm close,” Rosie screamed, still firmly holding his head, she was moving him back and forth by his short brown hair, guiding his tongue against her engorged clit.

“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhmmyygoodddd!” Rosie squeezed his head with her thighs as she came. It wasn’t a huge orgasm, but she had never really had one. She felt a tinge of guilt at thinking of the huge black man from earlier while her husband was trying his best to make her happy.

She released Adam and looked at him. His face shining with her juices in the dimly lit bedroom.

“Did that do anything?” They both looked at his crotch. Despite the heat radiating from her pussy and the hotness of it all, Adam’s penis hung lifeless, two inches long, from his scrawny body.

“I’m sorry dear, i’m not sure what's going on. The Viagra should be helping. Maybe we can try again in the morning?”

Rosie looked at him, trying to hide her contempt. She needed a dick now. Her pussy was practically on fire. She breathed deeply before choosing to reassure him. “Sure honey, it's ok.”

That night Rosie dreamt. In it her husband had a comically sized dick. Usually he was five inches but in the dream he had a huge ten inch penis. They were about to make love when a knocking started from their bedroom door. She went to open it and found Jamar there. 

Before the dream could continue she awoke. She chanced upon lifting the covers and observed her husband's underwear. It literally looked like there was nothing in them. She huffed to herself and went back to sleep.

 

*********

Jamar walked into the office, barging through the door. He ran smack into Adam causing the smaller man to fall backwards on the ground. He reached down a strapping arm, helping the frazzled therapist to his feet.

“Jamar, what are you doing here? He was surprised to see the black man. Rosie and Adam hadn’t discussed her meeting with the black man again.

“I’m here to see your wife.” There was a quiet pause between the two men. A palpable electricity. Adam, the head of his household and owner of the practice he had built, being face to face with a much larger man. He was used to dealing with the usual clientele of Stony Harbor because they were basically the same people. The introduction of a muscled black man, one that had cowered him in his own office, was a strange feeling.  

Their interaction the day before had been unpleasant to say the least. He was shocked his conservative wife was entertaining working with the stocky ebony man.

“Oh hey guys!” Rosie emerged from her office and both men turned and stared. Rosie had changed into workout clothes. Her tits were subdued by a tight sports bra, but this one had gotten a little small in the wash. Her breasts bulged out the sides of the material. Both men eyed the folds of breast flesh spilling from her tight top.

“Jamar, I thought we would take a walk for this session. The office can be so stuffy sometimes.” She walked past the two men. They shared a glance and Jamar gave him a slight wink as he turned to follow her. Adam glared back before turning to his office, a strange unfamiliar feeling causing a pang in his gut.

The twosome made an odd couple walking down the street on the sunny afternoon, the office was a short stroll to the beach.

“You must feel like a stranger in a strange land,” Jamar and Rosie removed their shoes as they reached the beach.

“Watchu mean by that?” He looked at her, puzzled, as they walked.

“I’m sorry, its just that….this town has been all white for as long as I can remember. I was thinking about our conversation yesterday. Women here may be different than you're used to?” 

Jamar laughed and Rosie smiled.

“Yeah, much different. Where I come from, it's the law of the jungle.”

“Tell me more.” Rosie walked a step ahead and Jamar got to peer down at her abundant ass, squeezed into her tight fitting workout pants. 

“Well, like, everything you get is earned. Not like here.”

Now it was Rosie’s turn to look confused. Jamar was young but he knew how to plant the seeds.

“Like you said, this place is all white. No one here has had to fight for anything. Me, i’ve had to fight my whole life. So you put me in a place like this and i’m gonna fight.”

The small white woman and the black giant continued down the beach. Rosie wanted to hear more stories of Jamar’s youth and growing up. She found it fascinating having lived a sheltered life in the predominantly white beach town.

They approached the edge of the beach and took a seat on a bench. Rosie flushed as Jamar instinctively put his arm around her.

“Jamar, all this adds up. You're having trouble because you’ve got to realize where you are. Stony Harbor isn't changing, believe me. Maybe you should try and change a little bit?” She looked up at him, it was an almost puppy dog look.

“Maybe, maybe imma change this town.”

The two laughed. Rosie was thinking how much she enjoyed the young black man’s company. She felt safe and confident around him. She hadn’t felt this way in a while. Her husband's inability to perform his husbandly duties had started to change how Rosie viewed him and here was a mountain of a man, full of confidence. She felt almost lucky to spend time with him.

Jamar chanced to take her hand as they walked. Rosie felt a flutter in her stomach at the ebony teen’s touch. She didn’t want to be rude, but wanted to regain some professionalism, the big titted therapist withdrew her hand and walked facing him as they approached the office. “So, i’ll see you Monday? Same time?” She said with a megawatt smile. 

Neither the Jamar nor Rosie saw Adam’s beady eyes gazing at them through his office blinds.

“Sure doc.” Jamar opened the door for her. A moment after he left Rosie felt a warmth in her body. She flushed and fell back against the door. She couldn't help her heaving breath. She felt the need to touch herself. “God, did Jamar cause this,” she thought.

“Rosie, what the hell?” Adam had opened his door and found his wife with her hand dove down into her tight exercise shorts.

“I, oh, had an itch. Sorry.”

“Maybe I can scratch it later?” Adam came up to her and pecked her cheek. Rosie turned her head. “Can you,” she thought. Her husband brought his small hand up and fondled one of her boobs. She moved it away. “I’ve got to get ready for my next appointment.”

As she walked to her office Adam said “What's the deal with the big black brute? Are we charging him?”

“Oh honey, we can take on a pro bono case every now and again,” she returned before closing her door.

*********

“Stubby!”

Jamar awoke on the weekend in his shared room at Christy’s house to Mustafa’s voice coming from downstairs. The room he shared with two other enhanced men stunk of semen, streaks of the stuff adorned the walls, and their powerful manly musk.  He lumbered up, adjusting his cock in his boxers before descending down to the kitchen.

“Eat up fool, we got yards to mow today.” Christy had prepared a large breakfast for Mustafa and the two other black men staying at the house. She was currently on her knees beneath the table alternating sucking and jerking their black cocks as they ate.

“Nah bro, you no I ain't for all that.” Jamar grabbed a plate and lowered his boxers as he sat, waiting for his turn to have his cock milked.

“Stub, you got a debt. And ain't no way around that. Eat up and get dressed, besides, there's a fine ass bitch at this house. Husband is out of town. Should take all day.”

Jamar looked at Mustafa, this wasn't going to be a conversation. Stubby finished up his food and stood, not waiting for his morning blowjob. He really had to move out.

The crew spent the day mowing the lawn and fucking the wife in her home. Late in the day The black teen was outside, finishing the yard work they were actually contracted to do, when the other black crew members emerged from the house. “Time to go Stub,” said Mustafa. Jamar sneered at the enhanced brother who had won the right to breed and make a home in the huge mansion. Jamar returned to his tiny cramped room in Christy’s house, sleeping fitfully in his small quarters.  He needed to close the deal with Rosie, he would fuck her right in her office in front of her husband if he had to. 

*********

Jamar arrived at Rosen & Rosen a few minutes before his appointment that Monday. He heard Rosie talking with a patient through the door.

“I don’t know Dr. Rosen. Now she’s talking about wife sharing and all kinds of crazy stuff. I think she’s sneaking around on me!”

“Eddie, we talked about this. Claudia told you that her affair was a one time thing. You said you believed her. You have to follow that instinct.”

Jamar snickered, another whiteboy complaining about losing his wife. “Tough luck bitch,” he thought to himself. He loved that the white males were all the sudden losing everything in their lives.

He ran back to his chair as the door opened. The well dressed white guy looked at the muscled up black man wide eyed and sped out of the office.

“Come on in Jamar.” He watched her turn and walk into the room. He could make out her cartoonish, coke bottle shape through her professional attire.

The large black man laid on the couch, the legs lurching at his immense bulk.

“Where’s your husband?” 

“Oh, he’s at a doctor’s appointment this morning.” Rosie had a look of frustration on her face. 

Instead of a weekend of hot sex with the man she loved, she spent the weekend consoling him and researching cures for erectile dysfunction. She tried a blowjob, rubbing the little thing between her mammoth breasts but nothing seemed to work.

Unfortunately for Adam, being an avid runner, he consumed more water than a normal person. He drank so much X-Cite laced water each day that no amount of stimulant would bring his penis back to life, save for swearing off water entirely.  

Jamar decided to toy with her a bit. “What’s the matter, he can’t get it up?” The black man's wide torso bounced as he laughed.

His boldness had Rosie on the defensive “Yes. I mean no. I mean, that's really not your business, buster.” She playfully slapped his arm.

“So Jamar, we were talking about some insecurities you were having in your social life. Tell me more.” 

Jamar turned his head and immediately eyed her abundant cleavage. The doctor was dressed more provocatively than normal. She had a low cut top and it bared her midriff. Adam had protested that she wasn't dressed professionally but she wore it anyway, the black man's eyes fell on her Star of David pendant nestled between her big tits.

“It’s my size. It's embarrassing.”

“Oh, Jamar. You know size isn't everything. Women look for love, compatibility, and security. A big penis is just a bonus.” The doctor had removed her jacket. She was feeling flush again.

“Yeah but you deal mostly with whiteboys. Where I come from it's a big deal to be small down there.” He decided to sit up and face the busty doctor. His length had them almost knee to knee.

“Jamar,” she said almost teasingly, “there is no difference in penis size between the races. That's a myth.” she looked at him confidently.

“You just don't understand. All my friends call me Stubby. It's embarrassing.”

“Awww. Friends can be cruel sometimes. I’m sure it's not that bad.” She was breathing heavily now. The doctor was being sincere, trying to help this young man. She didn't understand that as each minute passed she was like a fly venturing further and further into a spider’s web. She reached for a tissue, expertly placed for when her sessions became emotional for her clients, and used it to dab at a sprinkling of sweat droplets forming between her cavernous cleavage. “Whew,” she feigned to herself at the heat of the room. 

“I hate this town. All I keep hearing about is white boys that can't get it up. And I can't even get a second date. It's not fair.” Jamar hung his head like he was pouting, but he was smiling as he looked at the floor. 

The doctor envisioned her husband's pathetic looking penis which hadn’t budged in weeks. The big titted therapist’s lip curled as her eyes fell on the lap of her ebony patient. A flood of emotions soaked her mind.

“I’ll have you know. My husband completely satisfies me!” She blurted out defensively. 

They both looked at each other as she visibly caught herself, her hands covering her mouth. Jamar hadn’t specifically brought up Adam. Rosie had made a Freudian slip of sorts.

“See what I mean! A hot woman like you gets bagged by a guy that can't even get it up. What chance do I have!” The tension was rising in the room. The two were almost face to face. Rosie decided to play a bit coy to coax more out of the young black man.

“Enough about him, he's not the one who can’t get a second date.” She smiled at the muscled ox of a man.

“Doctor, how unprofessional.” Jamar’s eyes and words twinkled at the huffing therapist. 

Things were moving now.

He stood before her “And I promise, my issue isn’t having some little white winky that can’t get hard.”

Rosie’s anger was rising. This session had taken a turn. She needed to reassert her control over her patient. She stood, matching him. Though as she did she had to look up into his eyes. He had almost seven inches on her.

“Then let’s have it” she shouted, putting her hands on her ample hips. “Enough beating around the bush. Tell me what's holding you back, tough guy.”

She smiled at him. She was taking back control of this session. Normally, in this instance the patient would sit back down. But Jamar just stared at her. 

As the standoff was going on, Rosie felt a squirt of fluid rush out of her vagina and her skin was heating up.

“I better just show you,” he said as he grasped the hem of his shorts, “and there’s gonna be plenty of beating around the bush going on.”

For a moment, everything stopped for Rosie. She was consumed with anger for her husband and his shortcomings and pissed off at this brute who was daring to insult the man she loved.

All these thoughts faded as the rock solidly built adonis dropped his pants, revealing the biggest penis Rosie had ever seen. The thing was hanging, 8 inches long, with a dark black helmet wider than the cock itself, which was saying something because he was so thick. A huge vein traversed the meaty shaft.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed. The air was thick with pheromones, it smelled of raw animal sex.

She continued staring as Jamar completely stripped, revealing a body that had Rosie drooling. His broad, muscular chest gave way to a chiseled, stout stomach and a wide and muscular bottom half. His huge thighs caused the cock, which was rising, to jut out.

“I’ve never. You can’t just, I mean I….”

Jamar loved when he devolved a hot bitch into spouting gibberish just from the sight of his cock. The married woman was involuntarily touching his muscles. She had never seen anything like Jamar, her husband was skinny from constant running with very little musculature. She couldn’t keep her hands off him, rubbing his vast abdominal muscles.

“Why don’t you kneel down and see why I have trouble getting second dates.” The dark skinned bull placed his meaty paw on her shoulder and gave it a slight amount of pressure.

Rosie’s knees buckled as she fell to her office floor. She was now face to face with the hardening black monster. Jamar lifted the hog, exposing his distended ball sack, she stared in disbelief at the huge testes moving around, like small apples bobbing in water.

“A little bigger than your husband huh bitch?”

She snorted. There was no comparison. The massive thing before her was powerful, and was producing a musky scent that made her nipples hard. She couldn’t even remember what her husbands looked like at the moment.

The heat was unbearable from her position. The thing had fully engorged, standing erect at what had to be ten inches. It sat before her swollen and angry looking.

“Can I…can I touch it,” she asked, looking up past the mighty black mast at Jamar, smiling down at her.

“It’s only natural,” he said.

She tried to grip the swollen piece of meat. Her fingers couldn’t touch. She brought her other hand up and could barely encircle the thing with both hands. She started slowly jerking his foreskin, staring at the knobby head that was drooling precum onto her carpet.

“Talk to it” teased Jamar.

“Its the biggest dick i’ve ever seen.” She continued staring and stroking. Her eyes danced with fascination at the monstrous unit as she fondled it. The middle of the huge thing had a weirdly fatty feeling, but the steel underneath was undeniable.

“You never seen a big black cock before huh?” 

She wasn’t listening, just watching, fascinated as the massive black cock slid in her hands. 

The big titted wife watched, hypnotically, as a large glob of precum beaded and then fell with a soft splat on her leg, dripping like wax from a burning candle.

“That's a black cock Rosie, here to save you from any more little white dicklets. Give it a kiss.”

Jamar’s voice guided her. She puckered her full, lipsticked lips leaning in and Jamar stepped forward. “Finally,” he hummed to himself.

The sound of the office door opening jolted them back to reality.

“Honey, you in there?” It was Adam, back from the doctor. He jiggled the knob.

“Fuckkkkk,” Jamar growled.

“You have to be quiet!” Rosie shushed him. He grabbed her hand, holding it on his cock.

“Stop,” she whispered, her eyes darting around the room.

“Honey!” Adam called.

“One minute!” she replied. The chesty therapist tried to pry her hand from Jamar’s throbbing cock but he had an iron grip on her wrist, forcing her to continue kneading his veiny cock skin.

“Please Jamar, not like this!” she implored him.

“Tonight. We meet tonight.” He whispered in response.

“Everything ok in there?” Adam jiggled the knob again.

“Yes, tonight.” Rosie looked him in the eyes.

“At your house.” He commanded.

She looked wide eyed, “What about Adam,” she whispered in a panicked tone.

“Figure it out,” said the black man.

“Rosie, open the door!” yelled Adam.

“Ok, ok, ok,” she acquiesced, to both the mountainous naked man and her husband’s panicked pleas. Jamar released her wrist and pulled the frazzled doctor to her feet.

“Give me your address when I leave,” said the black man, before lying back down on the couch.

Rosie straightened herself out and ran to the door.

“Hi honey!” she said, as Adam bristled past her.

“We were just finishing up.” She grabbed his hand as he glanced at Jamar. The black man had propped one leg up to send his throbbing cock up his thigh.

“Ok, I was just making sure you were alright.” He said, trying to be chivalrous. “Jesus, it stinks in here, open a window honey.” The husband’s nose was crinkling at the scent, it caused him to take a step back towards the door.

“It was a great session Adam,” said Jamar, looking at the couple. Adam ignored him looking at Rosie. The black man should’ve called him Dr. Rosen. He put it out of his mind and walked to his office.

Jamar rose from the couch. 

Rosie leaned down, writing her address on her card.

“See you tonight,” the brute grabbed a handful of her buttocks with this oversized mitt before departing the office.

********

Rosie and Adam had a good day after the encounter with the black teen. They had lunch together and finished their workday. Rosie felt guilty, once Jamar’s presence had left the office she had regained her composure.

She found herself feeling bad for her husband. He couldn’t help that he was having erectile dysfunction issues. He couldn’t help that he was kind of scrawny. He couldn’t help that he didn’t have a throbbing, massive, exciting big black cock.

She shook her head as she finished her last session. Another white husband was seeking advice for his flailing sex life. He was admitting to her that his wife had been unfaithful with a black man.

Rosie had him go into great detail. The guy was facing away from her so he couldn’t see her softly rubbing her clit which engorged at the sordid details of sad white husband’s experience.

After the man left Rosie practically dragged Adam into her office. “I’m so hot, baby. Let’s do it, right here.” The married couple started making out as Rosie swiped some files off her desk. She pulled her bottoms off and beckoned for Adam to join her.

The weedy man undid his belt. He was hoping for a miracle as he lowered his pants.

“Let’s see how that little blue pill is working.” The hot doctor yanked his pants and boxers down and dropped to her knees. She frowned at the sight before her. 

“I’m sorry honey, I can go back to the doctor. I don't know what's wrong with it.” 

Rosie was staring at his emaciated little penis. She jerked it with two fingers, the poor defenseless thing wiggling around harmlessly. 

“Adam, come on! I need to get fucked.” She stood, she was eye level with her husband. So much different from Jamar’s dominating presence. “I’ll go back to the doctor honey. We’ll get it figured out.” She rolled her eyes at him, huffing with disappointment as she pulled her panties back on and tucked her fat breasts back into her bra.

He stood before her in silence. For a moment she looked at him. 

Before meeting Jamar, he had been enough for her. Adam was kind, successful, and they shared the same opinions of relationships, love and life. Now he just seemed….inadequate. “Give me a few minutes.” She said curtly, facing away from her husband. “Rosie,” he said, feeling her anger. “Please go,” she said as she faced away from him, with a scowl.

*********

It was around 7pm and Rosie had actually put Jamar out of her mind. Adam was cooking dinner. He was being sweeter than ever, obviously making up for his failures as a lover.

Her phone buzzed. She looked at it horrified.

It buzzed again.

“Are you going to answer that?” Her husband looked at her, confused.

She grabbed the phone and read the text. “I'm coming over in 10 minutes.”

Rosie went white as a ghost. She excused herself and went to the bedroom, the buxom woman stared at her bedroom mirror breathing deeply. “Fuck,” she said to her reflection. After five minutes she returned.

“Adam, I think you should stay in a hotel tonight.” Her husband looked at her like she had three heads. “Honey, what?” He looked genuinely perplexed.

The clock was ticking.

“I need some time alone,” she continued, “to figure things out.”

“Rosie, we can figure this out together. I’m sorry about my damn dick. Please honey!” He circled the kitchen island and attempted to hug her. It broke her heart to withstand his advance.

“Just go.” she said.

Adam looked at her and angrily grabbed his coat and keys.

******

It wasn’t five minutes after Adam left that the doorbell rang. Rosie leapt from her seat and answered the door.

“Hello” she said, coldly.

“Is that any way to greet your man bitch?” Jamar filled the door frame and walked in as she backed away.

“Let's try this again,” he said.

The black giant grabbed her and lifted her with ease, her thick legs wrapping around his strong hips as they tongue kissed deeply. They made out for a few minutes before Jamar said, “let’s pick up where we left off.”

He placed Rosie on her knees and stripped himself.

The doctor gasped at the sight of his monster weapon, even though she had seen it hours earlier. It was truly magnificent. All thoughts of her husband left her mind at that moment. She lifted her hands up and placed both around his turgid member and started stroking.

“Wait!” he said, startling her.

“Strip for me bitch.”

Rosie was taken aback at his language but dutifully stood. She removed her sweatshirt and jogging pants. She had dressed for comfort.

Jamar admired this underwear clad vixen. She practically spilled out of her bra.

“Lets seem dem titties!” he said with glee.

She lowered her bra, holding her breasts with her hands, her ample flesh bulging out through her fingers. Jamar was eyeing her like an expectant predator.

“Hot damn! Drop em’ honey!” He was clapping excitedly and rubbing his hands together like he was in front of a five course meal.

She lowered her hands, and Jamar got an eyeful of her teardrop shaped knockers. They were simply enormous with big pink nipples standing proudly. The black giant reached up from the couch and grabbed a handful. Rosie moaned as the giant man kneaded her fleshy E Cup breasts.

“Now the rest,” he said as he sat back, his 10.5 inch beast standing solidly.

Rosie had always been embarrassed of her ass. It was wider than her bust, always getting male attention when she and Adam would visit the beach. Her pussy was shaved, with only a small landing strip present.

“That's my bitch,” Jamar said, taking in the thickly built beauty. “Now, on your knees.”

Rosie again complied. She was a strong woman, but this man had a way of making her submit that she had never experienced, she found it exciting.

“You like to talk a lot, let's see what that mouth can do on a big black cock.”

********

Adam was conflicted. He wanted to obey his wife’s wishes, but another side of him knew she was being unreasonable. He had turned the car around to try and talk things out with her. 

He was surprised to see a strange car in the driveway.

The doctor parked his car on the street and crept to the window, when he heard two voices from inside.

He looked in the window, panicking.

******

Rosie was spitting on Jamar’s cock, at his request, lubing it up. She had two hands wrapped around the base to control the saliva slickened monster while she got to work on the flared head of his cock.

“That's it,” Jamar consoled her. “Not used to this much cock huh?” he said, chuckling.

Rosie removed her hands from his cock and placed them on his meaty thighs, raising up as she went down on his rod, the helmet passing her mouth. Her jaw was expanding, as she made her way down the thick shaft. It was like trying to swallow a 20 oz. soda bottle.

Her eyes were watering as she got about four inches of his black rod into her mouth and got a good rhythm going. She would still wretch every 20 or 30 seconds but she wanted to give this man the best blowjob of his life. Try as she might her mouth bottomed out when she felt her lips on the bulging middle of the ebony teen’s cock.

“Come on, Rosie” Jamar grabbed her head, forcing it down “try harderrrrr.”

He forced another two inches down her gullet as she wretched. Her mouth looked obscene, her cheeks and lips distended horrifyingly. 

“Mmmpphh, Mmmpphh, Mmmpphh,” was all she could muster from her distended throat as more and more cock meat entered her mouth.

*****

Adam watched with panicked fascination. The love of his life was choking on the biggest dick he had ever seen. He had to get in there. Maybe he could throw one of the chairs at the black behemoth. 

His courage fleeted as the black man came.

*****

“Cumming!” Jamar growled as the 20 minute blowjob reached it’s conclusion. He grabbed his cock and jerked the remaining inches for a second as Rosie’s eyes grew wide. Jamar deposited a cup full of sperm directly into Rosie's stomach. She felt sick as he removed the organ and continued shooting more sperm than she had ever seen in her life. Her face was drenched, the copious amount of cum dripping down and covering her enormous tits.

The jerk had the nerve to wipe his dick off on her perfectly straight bangs before grabbing her and standing her up.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” said Jamar. He went to pick her up when she stopped him.

“Jamar we can't. “I’m married.” She pushed at his muscular chest before he enveloped her, mashing their bodies together.

“Baby, let me be your sex therapist tonight.”

She looked at him lovingly, laughing at his humor, and they walked towards the master bedroom holding hands. 

*******

Adam felt like an intruder entering his own home. The living room stank to high hell.

He crept inside the house, being sure to be as quiet as possible. He hid in the guestroom next to he and Rosie’s listening to them.

******

“Get cleaned up,” said Jamar, flopping down on Rosie and Adam’s bed.

“Surely you can’t go again,” said Rosie. She felt silly talking to him while covered in his filth.

“Oh, we're far from done. Remember this ain't no sad little white boy worm.” The black man grabbed his cock, his hands big enough to wrap round it, and gave it a few tugs. The powerful weapon came back to life, as hard as it was earlier.

Rosie quickly washed up in the bathroom and emerged in all her nude glory,  jumping on the bed. They again made out, giggling like school children.

Jamar fingered her, warming her up for the action with a finger bigger than the size of Adam’s dick, definitely thicker.

She closed her eyes. Enjoying the skillful pressure he was using on her soft opening. She glanced between the black man’s legs at his throbbing cock. The doctor now regretted spending her days consoling white men about their sexual inadequacies and in the process denying herself access to this level of pleasure.  

The black man leaned up between her legs and teased her slit with his cock, rubbing it in her gushing juices.

******

Adam' morbid curiosity got the better of him as he wanted to do more than listen, he wanted to watch. He crept to their bedroom door and cracked it just a tad. He felt like a sicko at a peep show as he watched the action unfold.

He was in awe at the two beautiful creatures before him. Adam always had trouble handling his wife’s ample curves but Jamar was controlling her in a way he never could. He was practically salivating as he watched Jamar begin lodging his monster cock into his dear Rosie.

*****

Jamar’s arms were arched as he buried the full length of his thick beast into Rosies’s pussy. From this position she could fondle his muscular chest. It was causing her to wet herself with excitement. She had never felt muscles like this. “This pussy’s so damn tight, I love it!”

She felt a warmth rush over her all at once. Her pussy clinched down and she screamed in ecstasy. “I’m…gonna…cum!” She wrapped her hands tightly around Jamar, who was still humping, bringing his full weight onto her. “Jesus he’s heavy” she thought as her body shook.

They shared a deep kiss before the black stud lifted her to the side of the bed. He draped her legs up either side of his chest and reentered her sweet pussy.

From this angle he could really get in deep. Rosie felt her pussy expanding to welcome the new arrival. The black bull had blasted past Adam’s best effort and his monster cock was building a new home for itself deep inside the married doctor’s vagina. Rosie breathed deeply as she felt the chubby middle of Jamar’s rigid cock making its way deeper inside of her. “Ow, ow, ow,” she clamored at the pain of the broad shaft resizing her.

*****

Adam had seen enough. He watched as the brute easily held his wife in place. He frowned at the jerk’s big balls swinging and he thought they would make a great target for his attack.

When the time was just right he swung the door open and lunged at the black man. 

Unfortunately, as the smell of sex hit him, his legs went out, causing him to fall face first onto the floor.

*******

Jamar grabbed up the much smaller man. Adam was genuinely scared for his life as the black man had him by the collar. The black man looked like he wanted to pound his face in. He flinched as the hulking brute raised his fist.

“Jamar, dont!” Rosie was on the edge of the bed, her body red and flushed from the rough fucking. She placed a hand on his broad back, trying to calm the black bull.

The muscular teen released the startled husband. He thought for a moment, and looked at Rosie, before turning to her husband and yelling “Strip!”

Adam jumped at the command and began taking off his clothes. He was down to his boxers. He probably weighed 150 pounds, a stark contrast to the black giant’s 230 pound frame. He was standing there in his boxers.

“All of it,” the black man ordered.

“Jamar, is this necessary?” She felt a nudge of sympathy for Adam. Her husband and business partner was completely naked, his skinny frame and shrunken penis on display next to the well built black adonis and his turgid bloated dark cock. “You shouldn’t have come back,” she said quietly over her lover’s shoulder. 

“ It's time to teach Mr. Sex-Ed an anatomy lesson.” Jamar grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and presented himself and the runty whiteboy before the curvaceous housewife.

He stood next to the beaten whiteboy. The sweaty adonis looked at the broken man, his face bruised from his fall and his dick looking like stagnant white grub. “Who’s the boy now?” Adam’s eyes were pleading with his wife, his words trapped in his throat. Rosie glanced at the mismatched pair as Jamar lowered the former man of the house towards the bed.  

“This,” he pointed at his rock hard cock. “Is for this,” he pointed at Rosie’s flushed looking pussy.

He laughed, “You see that, that’s mine now.” He again pointed at Rosie’s dripping vagina.

“I’m about to teach you the law of the jungle. Go sit in the chair, it’s time you learned your place.” Jamar had pulled a heavy decorative chair from the corner and placed it near the bed.

Adam, with tears in his eyes, chose to not fight back. He sat down dejectedly.

Rosie spun around, as Jamar approached her. He inserted himself roughly and began fucking her doggy style.

The powerful black man was fucking Rosie into the bed. He had his powerful hands on her haunches, kneading her hip flesh as he pillaged her pussy. “Oh Jamar, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” she repeated as she felt her vaginal cavity expanding.

 She turned her head, her vision blurry from the constant orgasms this deep fucking was providing and looked at her husband. Adam was overcome with emotions. He had a front row seat to the hottest sex show he had ever seen. The only problem was it was starring his wife.

As he began to appreciate the situation he felt an unfamiliar sensation in his penis. Watching Jamar mercilessly fuck his wife was causing his prick to engorge. He grabbed his dick with all his might as he watched the couple change positions.

“Hahahaha.” Jamar bellylaughed at Adam stroking off what had to be a thin five inch dick. “You see Rosie, beta males like Adam over there are just following their nature.” He laughed as laid down on the side of the bed Adam usually slept on, his mighty black beast rising skyward, huge nuts resting on the bedcover. “Whiteboys are just wimpy little monkeys when they get around big alpha men, black men.” he said as he laid back.

“Oh, honey. It's ok. Like Jamar says, it's just your nature.” She looked at him sympathetically before her new lover grabbed her by her hips. Jamar raised her up and slowly lowered her onto his spear, she was facing her husband, watching him goon to her getting pummeled by this superior man.

“Ride me bitch,” Jamar commanded.

Adam was pulling his little dick for dear life. This was his first erection in a month and he couldn’t waste it. “Don’t…don’t hurt her,” he mumbled as he watched the sex scene.

“Honey, he’s not hurting me.” Rosie’s eyes were closed as she bounced on Jamar’s ebony rod. “It’s amazingggg,” the big titted therapist was rubbing all over her sweat covered body as a powerful orgasm radiated her body.

Adam watched as his wife’s big tits warbled and wobbled to the rhythm of her bouncing and smacking around when Jamar took over. His mouth fell open as the black stud plunged his dick into her, his huge ballsack smacking between her legs as he fucked.

“Fuckkkk me, i’m cummingggg,” she screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors.

“Me too!” yelled Jamar, unleashing a torrent of potent seed inside the wanton white wife, sending billions of sperm into her womb. He pulled out, firing a few more shots up Rosie’s back, the wet cum sliding down like a river towards her huge ass.

Jamar pulled her off and thudded the thick beauty onto his chest, her large breasts mashing into him. They were sloppily making out, paying the furiously masturbating Adam no mind.

Rosie was whispering to Jamar as the black man laid, propped in Adam’s former spot, in the bed. They turned and looked at the skinny white therapist, he was biting his lower lip, flogging his dolphin with all his might.

Rosie was actually fingering herself at the sight of her pathetic husband debasing himself and then back at the confident black giant taking his rightful spot in her bed. She smiled as she felt Jamar batting his thick cock against her.

“I’m cumming!” They watched as three large, for Adam, loads exploded onto his stomach.

Jamar looked at the white loser, pathetically covered in his own semen. His penis had shriveled back up into itself, and said, “the lady wants you to leave.”

Adam looked at the couple on his bed. “Honey please,” was all he could muster. 

Jamar was behind her, running his strong hands down her side and nibbling her ear. She glanced at her husband, the man she once loved, covered in his own cum and hiding his tiny dick his hands.

“You’re pathetic, go sleep in the guest room,” said his wife.

Adam walked dejected, like a little kid forced to go to bed by his parents, out of the room. He muttered something under his breath and froze hearing the black man’s deep voice. “What was that?” Adam dared not turn around saying quietly, “nothing.” He sighed as the couple behind him laughed. “That’s what I thought,” he heard the ebony homewrecker call as he exited his room.

The white husband listened as they fucked all night. The headboard was clapping against the wall of the guest room reverberating throughout the house. He tossed and turned and covered his head with a pillow to try and lessen the noise of his wife being properly fucked.

Adam would sleep for an hour and the loud clapping would start up again coupled with his wife’s moans. They must’ve fucked four separate times that night.

*******

 

“Please Jamar, please, fuck my ass! I need it!”

Rosie had never tried anal sex, but she didn’t have much of a choice when Jamar had mounted her wide hips and she felt lube coating her asshole. She grimaced as the thick head of his cock barged at her butthole. The moistened cock head cajoled its way into her backside after some prodding causing the big titted therapist to grit her teeth at the new sensation.

At first it was painful, she had almost wished she had let Adam try it with his little 5 incher, now she felt like she was being split in two by Jamar’s wide cock, but her new black lover went slow. The orgasms she had were mindblowing and she couldn’t wait to try it again.

She woke up in the night, it felt weird having this huge black bull in the place where her small, white husband used to sleep. But she slept peacefully in his strong arms, smiling at the black man’s contented snores.

******

“Time to go white boy.” Jamar stood in the guest room doorway, still naked, his thick cock hanging sluggishly, but still thicker than Adam’s wrist.

“I need to talk to Rosie,” said Adam as he got out of the bed before realizing he was still naked. “Yeahhh, she’s good on that. This is my house now. You’re out.” He cracked his knuckles.

“Can I grab my clothes?” Jamar threw him his clothes from the night before, they were wadded up and smelled like semen.

“Peace out, wimp.”

Adam left town that day. He divorced Rosie, it was amicable. Adam was paid a visit by a large black attorney and was made to understand that if he didn’t go through with the process and play nice, he might not like how that turned out.

*****

Three months later

Rosie hugged Jamar as the workers finished the office’s new sign reading “Rosen Sex Therapy”. Solomon King had taken a keen interest in Rosie’s ability to attract white men to her practice, they had created a program that would subtly corrupt white men’s minds and push them to accept their black cock loving wives and their own inferiority. 

“Oh Stubby, it's beautiful!” She looked lovingly at the man she hoped to spend the rest of her life with. Rosie was starting to show, her pregnancy inflating her already cartoonish figure. She walked into her redecorated office, a lobby full of white husbands awaiting her first ever group session.

*******

Jamar let himself into his new home after the grand opening. He marveled at the huge house that was now his. The divorce had netted Rosie half of Adam’s assets, he was well on his way to paying back E&I. He certainly had come a long way.