46a Constance Wellesley's Story(Stealthbomber)

Constance Wellesley’s story (46 Caribbean King):

by Stealthbomber

"Stewardess?"

She heard the man call for her and she stepped out of the serving area at
the front of the private jet.

“We prefer flight attendant, Mr. King,” she replied in her best haughty
voice, sniffing slightly at the two black men who were the passengers for this
flight from New York to Miami.

Both black men were huge and very intimidating, Mr. King in particular
frightened her, he was very handsome in a cruel and devilish way, and he seemed to
reek of danger to her. She had felt her pussy clench and spasm a little when
she had been introduced to him before take-off.

His companion was a rather brutish-looking black man called Tyrone Jones,
equally big as Mr. King, but nowhere near as handsome, but still there was
something about him that sent tremors rumbling deep in her belly.

“Yes of course. Some champagne please,” Solomon King ordered, his voice
deep and dark and not unpleasant to Constance’s ear, despite that a part of
her regarded them as little better than animals.

She went to the fridge in the serving area and pulled out a bottle of
champagne, collecting two glasses she returned and served the two black men,
Mr. King first and then his companion.

“Care to join us?” asked Solomon King, and for a second Constance
considered the offer, despite her training and her distaste for the two black
men.

“I’m not allowed to drink on duty sir,” she replied smoothly in her best
professional voice, but a little traitorous voice in her head remarked that
she wished she could.

“What’s your name?” asked Solomon as he sipped his champagne.

Constance Wellesley,” she replied as Solomon took her hand and glanced at
her wedding ring. The shock of the physical contact with the black man sent
a delicious chill down her spine.

“Married I see,” remarked Solomon, making no attempt to let go of her
hand.

“Yes Sir,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly as she felt herself
moisten between her legs and her nipples begin to harden. “Actually, the
captain is my husband. It keeps us from being apart too long and the owners
like it because it saves them on hotel rooms.”

“How nice,” Solomon replied ironically, giving her hand a squeeze. “Have
you ever been with a black man, Connie?”

In shock, she snatched her hand back, “No, Sir! I will be upfront if you
need me!” and with this, she pulled her hand back from where Solomon King was
holding it and took several quick strides forwards to hide as best she could
in the serving area.

She heard Tyrone’s laughter float after her as she retreated, sitting down
on the fold-down seat, she tried to calm herself, taking deep breaths.

These seemed to not have much effect and she squirmed in her seat, the hot
wetness between her legs getting worse if anything. She and her husband were
trying for a baby and not only was she not on any contraception, but she was
slap bang in the most fertile part of her cycle.

She was wearing a very sexy set of underwear from Hidden Closet, she fully
intended to have sex with her husband later on this evening after this
flight.

Constance wanted to get pregnant as it would allow her to give up this job and
settle down, her husband was in the process of applying for jobs at several
major airlines.  The private charter world was glamorous, and it paid well,
but it was no life to be leading if you wanted to start a family, and
Constance wanted to start a family badly.   

Her musings were broken by the ping of the call light from Solomon King’s
seat, she stood up and smoothed down her clothes, a slim blue knee length
skirt and a white blouse, a blue and white silk scarf tied at her throat. Her
shoes were the one thing she did not like about her uniform, though they were
nice and high, drawing attention to her toned and slim legs, they were a
little too high for comfort, especially of you were on your feet all day.

“Yes Mister King,” she asked as she stood before his seat, trying and
failing to keep her annoyance at his previous behavior out of her voice.

“Connie, I’m interested in joining the mile-high club,” Solomon King
said with a straight face, though she could see arrogance shining in his dark
eyes.

“Sir, I am not paid enough to put up with harassment,” she replied icily.

“What would be enough?” Solomon asked casually, his eyes roving over her
body in the manner of a predator sizing up its prey, she shuddered at this,
but not in fear a part of her mind noted.

“Excuse me?” she asked after a few seconds had passed.

“Would $5000 be enough to help me become a club member?” smirked Solomon.

“You’re offering me money to sleep with you? I’m not a whore!” she
spat back, but in her mind the thoughts of $5000 were enticing. It also helped
that Solomon King was a very handsome man, and a part of her knew that if she
was single and he was white she would have leaped at the chance. A traitorous
part of her mind whispered that she should do it anyway, even if he was
black.

“Call it a tip,” Solomon smiled at her, but the smile never reached his
eyes.

“No thanks,” came out of her mouth before she had even time to consider
the offer.

“Shame, it’s a long flight,” sighed Solomon King, his eyes flicking away
from her, and she turned on her heels and stalked back to her station at the
front of the plane, the other negro ape once more laughing at her retreating
form.

She sat down again, squirming as the heat and wetness between her legs got
even worse, when the flight was over she was going to pounce on her husband,
they probably would not even make it to their hotel so horny was she.

Her service light lit up and buzzed again, Solomon King again.

She got up and took a few calming breaths, again these seemed to do nothing as
she strode out into the cabin and took the several steps to stand before where
Solomon King was seated.

“How about $10,000?” he asked without preamble.

Constance froze, “You’re kidding?” was all that she could say in
response.

“I never kid,” replied Solomon King as he reached into his jacket and
pulled out a wallet. He opened it and began removing crisp, new
one-hundred-dollar bills until there was a neat pile of a hundred of them on
the table to his side.

Constance stared open-mouthed at the money laid out before her. She really
wanted a boob job as her tits were really too small for her liking. But she
really wanted to start a family and she knew he would not let her waste money
on a boob job. She knew she would be quitting this job the moment she was
pregnant, but $10,000! Enough for a boob job with more than enough left over
for a down payment on a new car! And all she had to do was have sex with a
handsome and rich black man, her mind refusing to conjure the word
‘adultery’ for some reason. Have sex with a very, very handsome and
obviously very rich black man, was it that much of a chore she wondered.

She came to a decision, “What about him?” she asked, nodding in Tyrone’s
direction.

“Ignore him,” came the swift response from Solomon King, and her pussy
clenched and clamped at the thoughts of having sex with Solomon King with
Tyrone watching.

“You gotta wear a condom,” she announced, her voice wavering slightly, for
strangely a part of her did not want Solomon to wear a condom.

Solomon reached into his wallet and pulled out what looked like a condom
packet, glossily black but at least twice as large as any condom packet
Constance had ever seen before. Ripping it open Solomon extracted a black
rubber and let it unravel.

“What is that thing?” she asked, “I said a condom, not a balloon!”

“It’s a condom big enough for a black man,” Solomon replied, dangling
the condom before her. The shaft part was at least a foot long and the semen
receptacle on the end was as big as an ordinary condom.

Constance was horrified by what she saw but she retained enough wherewithal to
snap, “I’m serious, put that gag condom away and take out a real one, or
the deal’s off!” She said this with confidence but inside her, a little
voice traitorously whispered that there were rumor's about how big black
men’s cocks were, and maybe, just maybe this condom was not a joke. These
thoughts sent a shiver through her, tingling her nipples and clit
deliciously. Solomon said nothing, merely standing up and undid his belt, unbuttoned, and
then unzipped his trousers.

Constance’s gasped in shock, her mouth flying open as Solomon brought his
rapidly hardening penis into view. It was massive, and getting bigger with
every pulse of his heartbeat, jet black and crisscrossed with bulging veins
that gave it a gnarled, terrifying appearance.

Constance’s nose wrinkled unconsciously, catching the heavy, manly musk
produced by Solomon’s testicles as they were aired in the enclosed cabin of
the plane.

As the aircraft was at cruising altitude its pressured air supply was made up
of mostly recirculated air, unknown to Constance the pheromones of the two
enhanced black males were at much higher concentrations in the air of the
cabin than on the ground.

For the last half an hour, Constance had been breathing in these pheromones and
her body had been reacting subconsciously to their presence. Her levels of
arousal had been steadily climbing but it was deep inside her that the
pheromones were having the most effect.

In her right ovary, an egg was just about to reach maturity, chemical signals
flooding down the fallopian tubes and into her womb to signal that the egg was
about to be released.

“I told you I never kid,” Solomon King said flatly as she stated, rooted
to the spot by what she saw. “That’s a real condom made for real men,
black men. Now you can start by sucking on it some before I put its raincoat
on.”

“I don’t do that,” Constance replied, the words out of her mouth before
she could even think. Looking at the magnificent black penis that swayed
between Solomon King’s legs she knew she would be tempted to break that
particular taboo.

“You’ll learn for $10,000 dollars,” Solomon King replied harshly. “Now
kneel,” he commanded.

Constance fell to her knees before Solomon King, his tone and manner forceful
and commanding, she knelt automatically, without even thinking about it.
Solomon took a step forward, the tip of his cock waving underneath her nose,
less than an inch from her mouth.

Its scent was intoxicating, heady, musky, and overwhelmingly masculine, she
breathed deeply, unconsciously of Solomon King's scent, his pheromones
destroying whatever little bit of resistance still lurked at the back of
Constance’s mind.

“It’s so big, Mr. King,” was all she could say, mesmerized as she was by
the swaying, huge ebony phallus right in front of her face.

“Most black cocks are,” came Solomon's reply as he grabbed his cock at its
base, waving it underneath her nose. “Once you’ve had one of these, little
old hubby isn’t going to satisfy you anymore.”

Constance’s eyes followed the swaying cock as it moved through the air less
then an inch from her face, Solomon’s musk driving away all thoughts except
those focused on the cock before her.

There was no doubt in her mind now that what Solomon had just said was true,
and she did not want to ruin her marriage, despite what the ache in her pussy
said. If she sucked him off that should be enough, and he probably would not
be ready to fuck her by the time the plane landed. That way she could stay
faithful to her husband a part of her mind reasoned, while another, louder
part of her mind clamored with resentment at her husband for not having a cock
as magnificent as Solomon King’s.

And with that, she moved her head forwards to catch the swaying cock head in
her lips, planting a kiss on its tip.
“How do I do this mast….Mister King?” she asked, almost calling him
master, as a thrill of electricity shot straight to her clit at the thoughts
of calling Solomon King master.

An arrogant smirk was plastered across Solomon’s oh-so-handsome face,
“Grab the base to steady it. First, use your tongue to lick it and don’t
neglect my balls. After that just suck on it.”

“Sounds simple,” Constance said in a breathy whisper, his scent if
anything even more powerful now.

She steadied his cock and then twirled her tongue around the huge, bulbous
cock head, her tongue coming into contact with a large drop of precum that was
leaking from the pee slit at the tip of Solomon’s cock.

Her tongue jerked back into her mouth instinctively, but the taste was not
bad, not nasty as she had suspected. And as precum seemed to be now pouring from the pee slit of Solomon’s cock she would have no chance to avoid it. She stuck her tongue out and lapped up
the oozing precum before she worked her tongue all the way around and over the
crown of Solomon’s cock.

Constance had never seen a cock so big, never even imagined that cocks could
even get so big, Solomon had to be at least a foot in length, if not more. His
cock was absolutely rock-hard, he was obviously excited at the thought of
getting his cock sucked by a white woman.

And she was equally excited at the thoughts of sucking her first cock, and a
big black cock at that, though it shamed her a little to admit it, for her
pussy was wetter than it had ever been in her life.

Constance kept licking all over the head, her tongue returning to the pee slit
to find more precum dripping out, she used her tongue to lather and spread
Solomon’s precum all over the crown of his cock, until it was shiny with the
combination of his precum and her saliva.

Remembering the command to not ignore his balls Constance moved down his
shaft, kissing and licking as she went, unwilling to let her tongue or lips
break contact with Solomon’s cock.

“Good God!” she exclaimed as she lifted the heavy shaft up to reveal
Solomon’s balls, she spied something enormous and bulging in his trousers.
She pulled his trousers down to reveal a pair of testicles sized to match his
enormous black cock. They had to have been the size of baseballs,
hanging heavily and low in a hairy ball sack. Constance could not conceive of
the amount of sperm they must hold as her head bent forwards and she licked
and kissed at Solomon’s ball sack.

The pungent scent of him was almost choking, but she inhaled deeply of his
musk as she gave his nuts a generous tongue bath.

Moving back up his shaft, again making sure to keep her lips and tongue in
contact with Solomon’s cock all the time, Constance opened her mouth wide
and let the cock head slide into her mouth.

“You like that black cock, don’t you?” chuckled Solomon King.

She looked up at Solomon King looming above her and nodded her head, her eyes
wide at the realization that she did in fact like Solomon’s black cock, and
more importantly, she liked the fact that it was in her mouth, and that she was
sucking it.

Closing her eyes Constance pushed more of Solomon’s cock into her mouth, she
gagged as his wide cock head touched the back of her mouth and the entrance to
her throat. She gagged and opened her eyes to gaze up at Solomon King, asking
him with her eyes what she was to do.

“Just relax your throat and breathe through your nose. You’re a natural,
born to suck black cock. Hurry, I grow impatient.”

Constance did not want to take her eyes off Solomon King, he had removed his
clothes and he had the most impressively muscled chest and torso she had ever
seen. It felt so completely natural to be kneeling before such a man, gazing
up in adoration at him, at his perfect body, ten inches of black cock sticking
out of her mouth.

She took a deep breath through her nose and pushed forwards so that several
more inches of black cock pushed into her throat, despite her gagging she kept
this up, for Solomon King was right, she was born to suck black cock.

Still, it was difficult, she could not take all of Solomon King's cock into her
mouth, no matter how hard she tried, and she knew frustration at not being
able to worship his cock the way she knew it was meant to be worshiped.

She gagged and choked and drooled all over Solomon’s cock, jerking off the
near half of him that she could not shove down her throat. Her jaws, tongue, and
mouth grew tired from sucking him off, but she did not let up. Stuffing her
face with as much of him as she could before then sucking and licking all over
the bulging cockhead, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

As she took as much of Solomon down her throat as she could his cock seemed to
jerk and leap in her throat, and her belly suddenly seemed strangely full.

Yech! He’s cumming she thought, and without thinking of the consequences
Constance pulled her head back rapidly, a gush of hot, thick sperm coating her
throat as it exploded from Solomon’s bucking and spasming cock.

Solomon’s cock head popped out of her throat and into her mouth, sperm
erupted from his cock into her unprepared mouth, her cheeks bulging under the
the pressure of the volume of Solomon’s semen. She gulped frantically, taking
panicked swallows of thick, hot semen as Solomon gripped her head to prevent
her removing her mouth from his spurting cock.

The black cock in her mouth jumped and bucked, each jerk signaling a massive
release of sperm, which she often failed to fully contain in her mouth, great,
thick ropes of Solomon’s cum spurting from her lips as her mouth overflowed
with his thick, potent semen.

“Constance, please report to the cockpit,” said the captain over the
intercom.

This shook her out of the daze she had nearly dropped into after Solomon had
ceased cumming in her mouth. “Good Lord! My husband wants me!” she shrieked in panic.

“Hurry back, I still want to join that club,” Solomon chuckled, gripping
his still rock-hard black cock and waving it at her.

Darting up to the serving area just aft of the cockpit Constance tried to make
herself presentable, wiping up any stray bits of Solomon’s sperm with
tissues, her mouth still tasting of Solomon’s heady, copious semen.

Heading into the cockpit her husband and the co-pilot turned to look at her.

“There you are, where have you been? Where is our coffee?”

“Sorry” she apologized, “Mr. King can be a very demanding man, I’ll
bring your coffees right up.”

"Hold it," said her husband. "Come here." Connie leaned down and her husband
stuck his finger out. He scooped up a big wad of sperm off her chin onto his
finger. "What's this?"

Connie froze but quickly recovered. "Oops caught me. I was sneaking a crispy
crème." Her husband was bringing his finger towards his lips, but Connie
grabbed his hands and sucked his finger into her mouth sucking Solomon King's
sperm off.

"You ok, honey?" Your cheeks look a little puffy."

"Just tired, dear." She licked his finger clean. "I'll be right back with your
coffees."

Once Constance had brought the pilots their coffees Constance went back into
the main cabin and she stopped dead in her tracks, her left hand flying to her
mouth in awe. Solomon King was sprawled in his seat naked and with his cock
rampantly erect.

“Black men can fuck all night baby,” Solomon smirked at her, “now come
feel what it’s like to get fucked for the first time.”

Constance was moving towards Solomon King but still had the presence of mind
to say, “you will have to put that condom on sir.”

“And what if I don’t?” Solomon asked her, tilting his face slightly in
an ironic questioning gesture.

“The deals off whatever you pay me. This is the worst possible time for me,
I came along on this charter because me and my husband are trying to have a
baby.”

Constance was not sure but it seemed as if Solomon King’s cock  pulsed and
swelled, enlarging even more at her words. She felt as if something suddenly
changed in the atmosphere of the cabin as if the scent of Solomon’s musk
became even more pungent, more powerful.

“Well, we can’t have that now can we?” Constance felt that there was
something strange in the inflection of the words Solomon said, and she
shivered with both fear and lust.

Solomon retrieved the unrolled black condom and pulled it down over his cock.
Just the semen receptacle looked as big as her husband’s penis, and she
wondered if even it was big enough to contain Solomon King's massive ejaculate
safely. She was about to voice her concerns when Solomon cut her thoughts
short, “Now come here, it’s a short flight.”

“We still have an hour,” she replied, checking her watch as she took the
last remaining steps towards the seated, handsome, naked black man.

The ugly one was watching her closely, but she ignored him, turning her back
on him as she removed her clothes.
“Normally I’d say take your time, but an hour is barely enough time to
give you a proper fucking. Hurry up and strip,” Solomon King commanded.

Constance quickly undid her blouse, blushing when she remembered that she was
wearing the sexy underwear that she had hoped to seduce her husband with later
on that night. Slipping out of her skirt she stood before Solomon King clad
only in her bra and panties. Constance was slim of build, and she could have
passed for an underwear model or a high-class runway model.

“Very nice,” Solomon King commented as she removed her bra and finally her
panties, which were thoroughly soaked, her shaven pussy sopping wet below a
thin landing strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair.

Constance moved and straddled Solomon’s lap, his condom-encased cock head
pressing against her crotch even as she stood over him. She had no idea how
much of that monster she could take, her husband was only six inches at best,
and Solomon's cock had to be at least a foot long and he had to be what, four
times as wide as her husband’s cock. She had a hard time remembering exactly
what her husband’s cock looked like at that moment, only that it was so much
smaller than Solomon King’s big black cock.

Solomon gripped his cock around its base as Constance stood on her tiptoes to
align herself with Solomon’s cock, feeling its bulk pushing against the
opening of her pussy. Thankfully she was so wet and aroused that lubrication
would not be a problem, even with Solomon's copious precum now trapped inside
the condom.

She lowered herself slowly, the fat cock head pushing against her labia,
forcing her lips inwards. The cock head wedged against her pussy opening,
pushing hard and insistent against her opening, beginning to hurt a little.
She was just about to try and lift herself up off Solomon’s cock when she
felt it suddenly slip inside her, with an audible little ‘plop’ sound.

“Ahhhhhhhhh,” Constance moaned at the sudden pressure of the intrusion, at
the equally sudden pleasure of the intrusion. Inside her, the broad cock head
easily forced its way deeper into her. She lowered herself down off her
tiptoes, and started squatting on Solomon’s cock, moaning, “Oooooooo,
Gawd, that’s good.”

“Entering virgin territory, I take it?” Solomon chuckled.

Constance should have been insulted on her husband’s behalf but instead she
gasped, “Oh yes,” nodding in agreement with Solomon's statement, her
orgasm catching her completely by surprise.

“YES! YES, YES!!!” she screamed as the most earth-shattering orgasm of her
life crashed through her, as it passed she slumped, all strength gone from her
legs. Several more inches of Solomon’s condom-encased cock slid into her.

“Too deep,” she panted, trying to lever herself up off the impalement.
Solomon grinned savagely and suddenly bucked his hips upwards, at the same
time his huge hands gripped at her hips, forcing her body downwards to meet
his upwards thrust.

Constance lost her footing and Solomon slammed all of his cock into her pussy,
hitting himself with a growl of triumph.

She slumped forwards onto Solomon’s chest, her orgasm had robbed her of any
strength, her pussy stuffed to an extent she had never even thought possible
before. Solomon jerked his hips and a wave of pleasure exploded through her
body, he jerked his hips again, his cock slamming deep inside her, again
causing Constance to let out an inarticulate moan.

“Too good,” she eventually said as Solomon continued to jerk his hips and
thrust his cock as deep as possible into her, instinctively she started to
grind her crotch against his.

“You like being full of black cock don’t you?” Solomon asked her.

“I love it.”

“Time to work that pussy. Fuck that big black cock.”

Constance lifted herself up a few inches on the shaft and then dropped down
again, repeating this to feelings of such intense pleasure that she nearly
passed out. Nothing should feel this good she thought, lifting herself up a
little bit higher before dropping again to let Solomon’s cock hilt inside
her.

“Oh god!” she moaned as she bounced. “Oh God!” she moaned as she
bounced again, ‘Oh god, cumming!” she threw her head back and let the
orgasm shiver through her, her pussy spasming and clamping on Solomon’s
cock, hugging every inch of it buried inside of her.

“Am I your first white woman?” she asked, Solomon just smirked while
behind her, she heard the ugly black man choke on his drink and start
laughing.

“Get moving, fuck that big black cock.” Solomon ordered her and she
started bouncing up and down again.

“Fuck my white pussy. Give me that big cock! Oh geez, can’t believe it,
going to cum again. Aaaaaahhh YES!”
Once she had recovered Solomon said, “get up.”

“I don’t want to ever get up,” she pouted, then playfully leaned
forwards to kiss Solomon’s neck.

“Stand the fuck up and turn around,” Solomon replied, his voice cold and
full of menace.

She obeyed instantly, missing every inch as it slid out of her pussy. She had
to stand on tiptoes to let Solomon’s cock finally plop free of her pussy.

Solomon’s condom enshrouded cock glistened with her juices, and she felt a
terrible emptiness inside of her as if having her pussy full of big black
cock completed her somehow. She backed off his lap and turned around.

“Back up,” Solomon commanded, and she looked back over her shoulder as
Solomon held his cock to guide it back into her, slipping surprisingly easily
into her. Solomon started to fuck her deep again and soon her pussy felt
nicely full again. 

She closed her eyes and concentrated on her rapidly building orgasm, how many
could Solomon’s magnificent black cock give her she wondered?

As her orgasm peaked she opened her eyes and was surprised to see another
magnificent black cock in front of her face.

She had forgotten about the ugly black man, but she did not hesitate, and she
greedily took it into her mouth.

Tyrone Jones was not as handsome as Solomon King, but he was as built as
Solomon, another black Adonis. His cock was slightly smaller than Solomon’s,
but it tasted and felt just as good in her mouth. 

Tyrone fucked her mouth while Solomon fucked her pussy, she felt something
press against her anus, she could not turn around with Tyrone’s cock now
jammed halfway down her throat. Whatever it was it slipped into her ass, and
she exploded with an unexpected orgasm, the biggest one she had experienced
yet.

The two powerful black men used her body for their pleasure, Solomon slamming
into her pussy with tremendous force. Tyrone had his hands wrapped around her
head and he was pulling her head forwards into his thrusting cock, every now
and then his heavy nut sack would swing forwards and slap her chin.   

She was cumming constantly now, lost in a haze of orgasms that rolled
seamlessly into each other. She never wanted this to stop, never wanted these
two strong, black men to stop using her body for their pleasure.

Solomon King started to slam himself deeper into her if that was possible and
began grunting. She felt his cock spasm and buck inside her pussy and knew
Solomon was cumming. Inside her pussy it felt as if Solomon’s cock was
getting longer, his sperm much be filling up the condom Constance realized.
She suddenly feared that if that was the case then the condom would not be
able to hold such a volume of semen. The pressure suddenly disappeared and
abruptly her pussy felt drenched in sperm. To her horror Constance could feel
great splashes of cum blasting against her insides, her pussy being soaked
with sperm, the condom must have broken!

Constance tried to scream for Solomon to pull out as her fertile insides were
blasted with potent negro sperm, her shrieks muffled and distorted by
Tyrone’s cock, which bulged once, twice, spasmed and started cumming in her
mouth.

She barely heard Tyrone’s hoarse shout, “fuck bitch, I’m cumming in
your mouth!” Tyrone’s cock filled her mouth with hot sperm, some shooting
straight down her throat from the force of its expulsion, some sliding out
past her lips to dribble her chin.

She loved the taste; she absolutely loved the taste of cum and she milked
Tyrone’s cock for every drop it could produce.

She forgot about the fact that Solomon had cum in her pussy, letting her pussy
grip and milk and Solomon’s cock, as if to pull the last drops of his sperm
from his cock. When he pulled out she let out a whimper of complaint.

“Hurry, I want to fuck that pussy,” Tyrone Jones growled as he grabbed her
and laid her over the table between his and Solomon’s chair.

“Flight attendant, prepare for landing,” her husband announced over the
intercom as Tyrone simply slammed himself into her pussy, which was still
leaking Solomon King’s cum.   

Constance did not even bother asking him to put a condom on as Tyrone fucked
her to screaming orgasm after screaming orgasm, at least they would have been
screaming orgasms if Solomon King had not plopped his cock into her mouth.

While Tyrone mercilessly fucked her pussy she lavished Solomon King’s cock
with her mouth and tongue, as the plane touched down both men came within
seconds of each other, Tyrone’s load piling in on top of Solomon’s in her
pussy. She greedily drank fresh, copious draughts of Solomon's tasty sperm as
his cock spurted and spurted in her mouth.
As the plane taxied she noticed Solomon King her ten thousand back into his
wallet.

“Hey, that’s mine!” she squealed, her voice hoarse from the reaming that
the two black cocks had done to her throat.

“Show her Tyrone,” Solomon King grinned as he got dressed.

Tyrone pulled on his pants and retrieved his laptop, turning it around so that
the screen faced her.

She saw herself on the screen, busily and noisily sucking on Solomon’s
cock.

“Made me a little movie, I’m sure that you don’t want hubby or your boss
to find out that you fucked a couple of black men, now do you?”

“You’re a good whore, but not worth ten grand,” Solomon King said as he
finished dressing, he took a thousand dollars from his wallet. “Here,
consider it a tip.”

“Thanks,” she replied, and before she could help herself she said, “I
should be the one paying you.”