Little Man, Big Cock 2
by Storywriter123
I’m writing a longer third story with Lester but got some writer’s block so I decided to write a little
pocket story about his adventures. I set up an email if you want to send me feedback there
Storywriter123ME@gmail.com. Thanks again to Storm for letting me post these stories.
April 2005
“How about him?”
Trevor and Sally Burnett liked to play games. Things could get slow in Omaha and the married
couple had added a kink to their sex lives. Tonight they found themselves in a small bar near the
airport.
To the bar patrons they looked like the perfect All American midwestern couple. Trevor swept
into the dimly lit bar first with a confident swagger. He kept himself in shape, growing up on a
farm had grown the burly looking man to 200 pounds of thick muscle, his tan skin, black hair
and chiseled jaw gave him a Middle America Gaston look.
He strode into the bar in a hickory colored cowboy hat, boots to match and a checkered button
down shirt, oozing confidence, the bar was the last stop in a fun filled night out on the town with
his wife Sally.
Sally kept the local drinker’s heads turned as she followed her man into the bar. Her long legs
slid through the saloons doors, tanned and toned. She wore tight daisy duke style jeans shorts
that hugged her ample ass. Her thin stomach was adorned with a belly button piercing and she
wore a matching checkered shirt, unbuttoned low exposing the edges of her bra and voluminous
cleavage.
Tonight was a game they liked to play called “Who’s Bigger.” Trevor loved it, he had never lost in
the year they had added the games to their sex lives. They would find some downtrodden guy
and invite him across the street to a motel of ill repute with the promise of sex with Sally if he
was bigger than Trevor. His stout seven inch cock had always come out on top.
“Short stack over there?” Trevor guffawed as he sipped his beer. “Babe, I thought you got a kick
out of it being close?” The white couple spied on the short black man for a time, he stuck out
like a sore thumb in the all white honky tonk. Sally wrapped her arm around Trevor’s tree trunk
arms and whispered the words that got Trevor’s penis tingling, “got get him stud.” Trevor eyed
his wife’s big fake tits. He had insisted on them, turning his sweet girl next door wife into a slutty
looking bimbo.
Trevor slugged the rest of his beer and squeezed Sally’s ass as he strode across the bar. The
huge farmer approached the small table in the corner of the bar, the light flickered above as he
turned the chair around, sitting with a thud.
“What’s your name fella?” Trevor tipped up his cowboy hat, smiling at the mysterious patron, his
hand extended.
“Lester, Lester Nibelung,” Trevor was a bit taken aback by the short man’s tone, a curtness and
annoyance clear in the black man’s tone and the fact that he ignored Trevor's outstretched
hand. Lester looked to be about 4 feet tall, but wide, muscles clear beneath his stylish shirt.
“Well Lester, Lester Nibelung, whataya think of that piece of ass over there?” Trevor moved his
bulk, giving Lester a clear view across the bar at Sally who stared back, biting at the straw in her
drink.
“Nice looking bitch,” Lester said, returning to his gin and tonic dismissively.
“Well, uhh…,” Trevor wasn’t used to the dripping insolence. Usually guys were falling all over
themselves to get a look at the white man’s wife, but this stocky ebony dwarf was speaking to
him as if he wished he’d go away.
“I think she likes you friend,” Trevor spoke, trying to regain control of the situation.
“That so,” Lester said, downing his drink, his tone offering very little interest in a prolonged
conversation with Trevor.
“Yeah, that’s so,” Trevor didn’t know how to react, this was usually much easier, but the short
man was like talking to a brick wall.
“Well,” the diminutive black man said with a smile, “send her over.” Trevor was shaking his head,
his hulking frame stood almost involuntarily, reacting to the black man’s order. The corn fed
country boy wrinkled his nose around at a pungent scent as he walked back to his expectant
wife.
“Well,” Sally said, her arms pushing her breasts out as she leaned against the bar. “He, uh,
wants to talk to you?” Trevor said with a query in his tone, like it was a mistake to send his wife
over to the short man’s table. “What? Why?” Sally looked in her husband’s eyes. She was
drawn to the burly man’s strength and put up with his ego, this wasn’t usually how their games
went.
Trevor watched as Sally moved her long bangs from her face and adjusted her breasts, much to
the bartender’s delight. “You’re going,” Trevor asked with a tinge of shock. “You want to play
don’t you,” Sally called as she walked towards the dark corner of the dingy bar, her shapely form
inviting stares from the drinking patrons.
Trevor ordered another beer as he gazed across the bar at his wife and the black man. He
chuckled as he watched Lester’s short legs dangling above the dirty floor of the saloon, as his
wife’s globular posterior blocked his view.
The corn fed white husband sipped at his beer, frowning when Sally cocked her head back,
laughing at something the short black man had said. Trevor’s brow furrowed as the two were
clearly having an in depth conversation. He slugged nervously at his beer when he noticed the
little black man put his hand on his wife’s hand as they conversed.
He thought back to one of their early games, the couple had chosen a bar called Club Onyx on
the wrong side of town. Trevor had wheeled around quickly and ushered his wife out of the bar
when he noticed the all black clientele in the place. He remembered her fascinated look as he
pulled her away.
He stood from his stool after 15 minutes, feeling like he should rescue his wife, but sat himself
back down and looked at the ceiling, feigning like he wasn’t paying attention as Sally sauntered
back over to him.
Sally grabbed Trevor by his thick shoulders and whispered in his ear. “He’ll do fine. He’s actually
an actor from New York, he’s here for the night because his flight got cancelled.” Trevor looked
across the bar at Lester gathering his things, hopping down from his chair to the grimy floor.
“You sure babe? We can get someone else.” His words floated with unease. Sally, slurring her
words, assured him “he’s perfect babe, look at him, i’m sure it’s tiny, he even said it’s probably
five inches. Now let’s go, I need some cock.”
Trevor’s mind was put at ease, his dick was 7 inches long and thick, he’d beat the midget easily,
but something nagged at him. He put those thoughts out of his mind when his wife shot her
dainty hand to his crotch and squeezed, biting his ear.
Trevor downed his beer as the midget walked past him saying dismissively, “pay my tab
Mongo.” Before Trevor could protest Lester and Sally walked out of the bar, leaving him to cover
the bill.
*********
The mismatched threesome crossed the road to the motel, the red neon sign flashing brilliantly
with a few letters noticeably blacked out. The couple liked this spot, it was a perfect setting for
their dirty games and Trevor loved the cheap price, they could pay by the hour.
The room was hot with tension. Sally jumped on the circular bed, positioned in the middle of the
room, red satin sheets draped over the frame, they would have looked tacky anywhere but a
sleazy motel. She catcalled the men, clearly drunk. Trevor frowned at the predatory look on
Lester’s face.
The black man couldn’t believe his luck. His flight to LA had been cancelled due to weather. He
was heading out there on Tyrone Jones’s orders, one of the first black men to film with the
predominantly white porn studios that had foolishly agreed to hire E&I talent for their films after
the success of Max Johnson and Jaime Jennison’s work with Cockbreakers. The diminutive
ebony dwarf figured he would have a quiet night, but the slutty looking bitch and her wimp
husband had changed his plans.
Sally excused herself, leaving Trevor and Lester in the cramped bedroom. The brutish Trevor
looked down at the ebony dwarf, feeling a swell of confidence. “So an actor huh? Been in
anything I would’ve seen?” Lester looked up at the white husband as he began unbuttoning his
shirt, “depends,” the midget offered with a smile, “you watch a lot of porn?”
Trevor stared, a confused look bathing over his chiseled face, his eyes grew wide as Lester
removed his shirt, revealing his muscle bound torso. Lester’s upper body rippled with muscles,
bigger than Trevors, though on a much smaller frame. His legs touched the edge of one of the
chairs in the room and he welcomed the cushioned seat as the feeling of unease in his stomach
returned.
“Ready boys?” The burly white man didn’t have a moment to recover as his wife emerged from
the small bathroom, the light shown around her figure.
“The white one,” Trevor put the arrogant midget out of his mind as he admired his wife’s figure.
She was wearing his favorite white lingerie, her breasts bulged obscenely from the top and thigh
high stockings ran up her long legs connecting to a lacy bodice covering her flat stomach.
“Yee Haw! That’s what you cowboys say right Travis?” Lester was rubbing his hands together as
the statuesque Sally strode across the room and crawled, cat-like onto the round bed. “It’s
Trevor, short stuff,” the husband retorted but Lester wasn’t paying him any attention.
The two men watched as Sally writhed for them on the bed, she moved her body with precision,
dancing upon her back and raising her hips to the air before turning on her side, watching the
men expectantly.
“So who’s first?” She cooed.
This was all part of the game. They pulled some sad sack from the bar into the motel room and
had him undress, followed by Trevor making a show of revealing his fat penis. The couple
enjoyed the humiliation, Trevor really got off on it. They would often let the men watch as Trevor
fucked his wife, it was all part of the game.
Trevor stood as his wife eyed him, he smiled back and began to speak, enacting their usual
kinky formula “How about…”
Lester cut him off, his deep baritone voice booming, “him first.”
The unusualness took the white couple aback. Lester grinned as the pair's eyes darted back
and forth, each searching for the next step from the other.
“Ummm, that’s not….” Trevor’s words came out in a nervous gulp before Sally cut him off, “it’s
fine baby, show Mr. New York City what you got.” Trevor gave his wife a disapproving nod but
her confident look urged him forward.
The huge white man quickly stripped to his boxers, he sighed, it was almost over. Another few
seconds and he would be snug in his wife’s pussy while this arrogant asshole watched from the
sidelines. He pushed his boxers to the floor and stepped towards his waiting wife.
“Oh yeah big boy, come to mama,” Sally crawled to the edge of the bed and grasped her
husband’s familiar penis in her hand possessively. She looked in Trevor’s eyes before planting a
kiss on his rock hard erection.
Trevor’s success kept Sally at home, the perfect dutiful wife. They planned on having a lot of
kids one day but were enjoying each other for as long as they could.
“So little man,” Sally exclaimed, excited to get fucked by her husband in front of this strange
man. “Think you can beat this?” The busty wife shook her husband’s penis at the black dwarf as
her words, high and mighty, filled the air.
Sally, for her part, was feeling the night of drinks, her pussy dripping at the sight of the two
muscular shirtless men. She was breathing heavily, it had started when she sat down with the
strange black man, his voice and demeanor had her rapt attention, almost like she was obeying
him.
She would never tell her husband, but Lester was the one who suggested they go to the motel
before she could offer up the game. Her skin felt ablaze with horniness in the small room. “Well,
don’t be shy now,” she cooed as she stroked her husband’s penis. Trevor and Sally shared a
knowing smile.
The white pair’s grins quickly faded as Lester waddled over to the bed to stand next to Trevor,
he was down to a pair of tight, speedo style underwear, a menacing lump catching their gaze.
The underwear hung down from the weight inside it, revealing the short man’s tuft of black pubic
hair.
“Put your hand out,” Lester commanded. Sally placed her open palm low, without a hint of
hesitation, around Lester’s groin area and looked in the black man’s eyes as he shucked down
his boxers.
“Holy fucking shit,” Trevor and Sally said in unison as the huge slab of black meat fell with a
thud onto the black haired wife’s soft palm. Sally’s brown eyes ran up the veiny root of the
weighty cock running up her hand, following it’s length up her forearm to the fat flared head
resting just below the crook in her elbow, it dripped a steady stream of clear liquid as it rested on
her tanned arm.. She looked from the thick beast, to it’s owner, then to her husband, her mouth
open in shock. “I…you…what is…”
Trevor spoke next as he looked down from his impressive height, “what the hell man, you told
her it was five inches???”
Lester chuckled, “from the ground dumbass, now bitch, tell your man who’s bigger.”
“Jesus, look at these nuts!” Trevor scoffed as Sally released his bobbing penis and used her
free hand to admire the short black man’s distended nutsack. She grasped the leathery sack
with one hand, bringing Lester’s tennis balls sized balls into view, shaking them around like a
maraca. They look like one of your bulls Trev!” Sally was staring intently at the meaty orbs
shifting around, pleased by her touch.
“Ok honey, that's enough.” Trevor didn’t like the way his wife was admiring Lester’s package. He
needed to end this. “Lester, we’ve had our fun. Time to go man.” He looked down at his wife.
Sally had her face next to the black man’s crotch, sniffing around his groin, like a hungry animal.
“A bet’s a bet Tyler,” Lester was talking to the tall husband while he watched the man’s wife
inspect his rapidly hardening endowment. Lester’s body was pumping out his heavy
pheromones in the tight room, creating a density in the air. He figured that the white couple
would fall into their natural roles with a little push. “Why don’t you go sit over there and let the
adults play?”
Trevor leaned down, “that’s my wife asshole,” he growled, though the intimidating tone he hoped
to strike faded as he got closer to the heat and scents coming from Lester’s now rock hard black
behemoth. With the last of his resolve, he grabbed the black dwarves wrist, feeling the strength
in the short limb. He needed to think of something, “how…how about we arm wrestle for her?”
Lester glared at the huge country boy, his brown eyes boring deep into Trevor’s mind. Lester felt
the huge man’s grip loosening and pried the white husband’s paw from his arm. “Your bitch is
already wrestling with an arm,” he pointed to Sally who was actively shucking Lester’s gummy
foreskin, her eyes glued to the massive appendage, oblivious to the argument between the two
men. “Now, like I said, go sit down.”
Trevor fell to the floor at the foot of the bed, from this angle he could see the menacing length
and mass of the black man’s brutish cock, thicker and longer than he’d ever be. “Sally don’t,” he
whispered.
“It’s 11.5 inches,” Lester confided to Sally, she had been wondering that herself. Not just the
length, but the thickness had her lost in lust for the unit before her, it was like one of the tall boys
her husband drank after work every night. “It’s the biggest dick i’ve ever seen.” She said, talking
to the ebony phallus. “Call it a black cock baby. Now get to sucking.” Lester grabbed a fistful of
Sally’s styled black hair and pushed her face towards his cock. “Thereeee we go,” he moaned
as his cockhead felt the moistness of Sally’s maw.
Sally had never felt her jaws so full, the head of Lester’s monster completely filled her mouth.
She breathed through her nose, trying to maneuver her tongue along the bottom of the black
man’s cock, choking herself from her efforts.
Trevor watched crestfallen at the black midget and Sally, conjoined cock to mouth, his wife’s
eyes indicating an idea as she began jerking the free nine inches of cock between their two
bodies. Lester grunted with frustration and began humping forward, roughly inviting more of his
beast into Sally’s distended mouth.
“Your bitch has some nice titties boy. Imma have fun with these knockers.” Lester was twisting
and pulling at her quarter sized nipples, slapping around Sally big implants.
Saliva frothed around Lester’s pumping cock, allowing him to extend himself further into the
black haired wife’s gullet. “Glakglakglakglak,” the quacking noises from Sally’s throat yodeled
from her full throat. “That’s it, keep that big mouth open.”
Trevor sighed as the face fucking passed ten minutes. Lester was deflowering Sally’s mouth,
using the wet hole like a pussy. “Lay back bitch and open up!” Sally collapsed as Lester freed
his slickened cock from her mouth and fell backwards on the bed.
She had a moment to breathe before crying out “oof,” as she felt the weight of Lester rest on her
stomach. The midget grabbed her head and brought it to his cock, nestled between her proud
ballooned breasts. He had a tight grip on her hair as he fed thick inches back into her sore
mouth “Not so high and mighty with a mouth fulla big black cock huh slut?” Sally’s jaw was in
pain, throbbing from the brutish girth lodged in her maw. “Curmfrohowburbby,” she gargled.
“What’s that, slut?” Lester smacked his heavy weapon against Sally’s reddened face. “Cum for
me baby,” she said sharply before Sally silenced her with his his throbbing cock.
“Gonna cum soon,” he announced as he worked Sally’s head along his cock. Her neck was sore
and she would have cried out if she didn’t have 5 inches of dark meat filling her mouth.
“Errrghhhmmmm,” Lester crowed as he blasted into Sally’s mouth. An unholy drowning gurgling
noise escaped the tight space between the black man’s cock and Sally’s fat lips as he fired his
corpulent discharge down her throat. “Ahhhhh,” Lester fluttered with a sigh as he snaked his
dark pole from the white wife’s mouth, long salvos of cum spewing forth from the stout member
across Sally’s face as the black midget rested on her tired stomach. “Good bitch,” Lester
hummed a few times as he came down from his orgasmic high.
Trevor looked at the odd pairing as they shifted, facing him on the mattress. He gathered
himself, standing, he needed to put an end to this. He stood before them, his pink penis still rock
hard, aching for relief.
“Ok Lester, time to go.” The sick feeling in his stomach returned as he spoke. He felt like an
interloper ruining their fun. “Whatchu think snowbunny? You ready for me to go?” Lester smiled
at Sally who turned to her husband, her hand had found its way to Lester cock, she
absentmindedly stroked it as she spoke, “honey, a deal's a deal. Bigger man wins, remember?”
Trevor was too shocked to speak. What had happened to his sweet, faithful wife? He was a
domineering man, their games were designed to feed his ego, but he stood silently as Lester
positioned Sally on her hands and knees and crawled behind her.
“At least wear a condom,” Trevor muttered, his head looking at the shag carpet.
“What's that wimp?” Lester called as he smacked his thickness against Sally’s ass as she
wiggled for him in anticipation.
“A condom, she can’t get pregnant,” Trevor repeated.
“You gotta wrap that beast up sweetheart. We’re not trying for babies anytime soon.” Sally
spoke, as she looked back at the short black man.
“Well, I am a gentleman Tristan, grab one of them condoms from my pants.” The white husband
rolled his eyes at the black man forgetting his name again, trudging across the room and
digging in Lester’s jean pocket producing two condoms, one black and one white. “Which one,”
the defeated man called across the room. “You pick, wimp. And hurry up, this bitch is leaking for
me.” Trevor grabbed the black one and tossed it to Lester. The ebony dwarf smiled an evil grin,
the white boy had chosen poorly, the black condoms were designed by E&I to fail, bursting
easily from an enhanced man’s cumblast.
“Now sit down and enjoy the show whiteboy.”
Trevor pulled a short wooden stool from the corner towards the bed. He watched as Sally made
a face marking intense pain as Lester entered her pulsing pussy. “Fucking tight,” Lester moaned
as he fed his dark spear into the white housewife. His little hands looked small on Sally’s wide
haunches as he fucked her with six inches of thick cock. “Hey!” The thrusting black man called.
Sally looked back, eyes blurry, at Lester’s question. “What’s that for,” the black man pointed a
crooked long finger at a coin machine by the bed.
Trevor said, monotone and humiliated, “it makes the bed spin.”
Lester commanded, “well, feed it some quarters white boy!”
Trevor’s favorite feature of these cheap motel rooms quickly became his least favorite. He now
had the displeasure of the 360 degree view of the black midget fucking his wife.
Sally rocked on the bed as Lester fucked her, she felt inch after wide inch barging into her,
dormant nerve endings brought to life by the black man’s probing cock. “Oh holy shit, holy shit,
Trevor, holy shitttttt,” Sally croaked as a deluge of wetness filled her cavity, lubricating the thick
pole as Lester got almost all of his turgid unit inside of her as she orgasmed hard.
Trevor watched, leaning in when his wife’s face and wobbling tits came into view and looking
down when the black midget’s flexing buttocks and bullying, slapping ball sack came around the
bend. His penis ached for relief as he stroked himself to his wife’s rutting body.
“See Tanner, that’s how you fuck a white bitch,” Lester growled as he bottomed out his beer can
thick appendage inside Sally, roughly fucking her with the entire length.
“It’s Trevor man, Trevor,” the stroking husband said in huffed breaths. “Fuckin’ whatever,” Lester
chided dismissively.
Sally collapsed, her strength fading, as Lester pounded her from behind. He climbed on her
prone form and reinserted himself. Her cries rang out as Lester punched at her pussy with his
dark weapon, her hands gripping the sheets. “Fuckingfuckfuckfuck!” The black haired wife bit
the ruby red bed sheets as another orgasm rocked through her. Her legs shook uncontrollably,
she felt Lester’s strong hands on her thighs as he continued fucking her.
Trevor had long since spurted his load on the ugly carpeted floor, still watching his wife and the
black midget when Lester announced his orgasm. “Fucking.Take.This.Nut.Bitch!” He roared as
he fell on Sally’s back, grasping her heated body for dear life. The rutting pair felt the condom
burst inside Sally, jet after jet of Lester’s potent cum filling her pulverized vagina, his hyper
sperm beginning the race to her womb.
They laid there quietly. Sally whimpered and moaned beneath Lester's tight hold, his breath hot
on her sweat slicked back.
“Thank God it’s over,” Trevor thought from his stool, he toyed with his spent penis as he
watched Lester dislodge from his wife, her pussy splayed open. “Sally, what the fuck!” The white
husband looked horrified as cups of brilliant white cum oozed from her mangled looking sex.
“Sorry man, condom broke. I’m sure it’s fine,” Lester giggled as he hopped from the bed.
Trevor ran over to his wife who was babbling incoherently about loving black cock. Her body
was wet and red from the intense fucking. He looked back at Lester, the short man was
glistening in the moonlight, his cock still as hard as it was when he started the game, he looked
demonic from the moon and the glow from the subdued lights in the room. “Ok, man, that’s it.
No more. Time to go.” Trevor felt, for the first time in his life, powerless, like his words had no
meaning. Lester had humbled him.
“Shut the fuck up wimp. Get over here and bring me that hat.” Trevor’s mind fought, but his legs
moved mindlessly. The country boy chuckled at the sight of the standing Lester, in all four feet of
his glory, roughly setting Sally in the position he wanted. “Gimme that,” the rude black man
growled, snatching the hat and placing it atop his gleaming bald head. “Alright, farm boy, grab
her hips for me. Tight, got it?”
Trevor nodded his head before croaking, “what are you going to do to her?”
Lester smiled “Well, Troy, we don’t want your wife getting pregnant so imma get my nut another
way.”
Sally yelped “No Lester! Not my ass!”
Trevor stood, staring, as Lester, like a skilled painter, applied a large dollop of his spit around
Sally’s puckered asshole, his monster cock the paint brush.
“Look at that wimp, you think that bad boy’s puckerin’ for you or me?” The muscled midget belly
laughed as he smacked his log-like cock against Sally’s fleshy butt cheeks.
“Please man,” Trevor pleaded at Lester as the midget guided his fat cock head against Sally’s
tight ass. “Shut the fuck up or I will shut you the fuck up,” Lester gave him an almost painful
glare. Trevor could have tossed the short black man around like a rag doll, but he was frozen in
place, his mind softened and pliable from the black man’s powerful pheromones.
Sally howled as the slickened knob knocked at her back door, it opened reluctantly. “Trevor!
Lester! No!” She tried to claw away grabbing handfuls of the soft satin sheets but they provided
no quarter. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” The housewife winced in unison with the huge slab of meat sliding
inside her. “Hold her tight boy! Time to tame this filly!”
Trevor kept a tight grip on his wife’s thrashing hips. Pangs of guilt hit him like stones as his wife
pleaded for release. He was mindlessly holding her in place awed at the wide black cock
gaining entrance to Sally’s ass, from his height he could watch inch after painful inch disappear
into Sally’s virgin asshole.
After five minutes of cajoling, Lester was building up a nice rhythm inside of Sally, her howls of
pain had melted into blubbers. “Puh..puh…please,” she huffed, feeling her anal cavity expand,
each thrust an almost electric shock, as the mighty anal invader conquered her.
“I’ll take it from here wimp,” Lester said dismissively to Trevor. “Go feed the machine some
quarters.” Trevor released his hands and, after depositing a handful of quarters, went back to
his stool as the bed began spinning again.
He wasn’t sure how long the animalistic sex lasted, Trevor had taken to counting the bed spins,
maybe 20 or 30 times? Sally would have a pleading look on one go around, almost bringing
Trevor to his feet, before the next saw her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as she
groaned in pleasure.
Eventually Sally laid flat on the mattress, the only sign of life was her face responding to each
thrust from Lester’s monster cock. Her head laid sideways, jerking with each pump.
“Cumming!” Lester yelled in triumph. He buried as much of his fat meat into Sally's backside as
he could and unloaded an ungodly cumload into her bowels. The black man stood over his
vanquished sexual opponent, firing spurt after powerful spurt of his thick cum over the
housewife’s prone back, dousing her. The sweat covered midget hopped gracefully from the
spinning bed and excused himself to the restroom.
Trevor took the chance, his knees buckled as he fell from the stool and he crawled to his near
comatose wife. “Sally, baby, we gotta go!” He stared into his wife’s eyes and she looked to be in
another world, her eyes were glassy and drool was pouring from her lips. Trevor lightly slapped
her, he half considered throwing her over his shoulder and running out of the nightmarish scene.
Her gurgled words stopped him, “need,” she breathed, “need more,” her bottom lip hung down
touching the mattress, “need more big black cock.”
“Sally what do you think, I got a few more in me?” Lester had walked back to the bed and spoke
to Sally, ignoring her husband, his huge cock standing rigid as a diving board. “Need more,” she
repeated, zombie-like. Trevor shook his head in the negative. “No baby, no more games,
please,” he whined, but they weren’t listening to him.
Lester watched Sally’s internal struggle, her teeth chewing at her bottom lip, eyes darting from
the vein-covered pulsing cock monument touching the bridge of her nose, and her pleading
husband.
He grinned back at Trevor as Sally pulled Lester onto the bed, rolling the ebony dwarf on top of
her. Lester’s teeth gleamed at Trevor as he felt Sally’s soft hand position the fat black cock at
her entrance, dancing it along her pussy lips.
“Why don’t you go to the bar for a while buddy? I’ll take care of your wife.” Trevor didn’t have a
moment to protest, Lester had started plowing away at Sally’s red swollen vagina.
Trevor slogged into the bar quietly, a stark difference from earlier that evening. “Where’s your
wife pal,” the bartender asked. The bulky husband ignored him and ordered a tall whiskey.
Two hours later Trevor staggered back across the road, he fought with the door, glad to hear the
room finally quiet. The lights were off as he entered the seedy motel room, the room stunk of
sex. He groaned at the sight on the bed. Lester was loudly snoring, his muscled arms folded
behind his head on a satin pillow, Trevor’s cowboy hat laid across the sleeping black man’s
face. Sally wasn’t visible, she was beneath the dark red sheets, her head bobbing up and down
Lester’s crotch area as she quested for more black cum. Trevor plopped down on the couch
near the door, his legs hanging over the edge uncomfortably. He fell asleep to a grunt from
Lester, Sally had gotten her prize.
************
“Baby, wake up! Wake up!” Trevor awoke in a daze, sore from a restless night on the cramped
couch. Sally was shaking him vigorously. “What? Is he gone?” Trevor got an eyeful of his wife’s
tits, he frowned at the small red hand marks. “He needs you to drive him to the airport honey.”
Trevor sat up on the couch, the open door was wafting in fresh air and Trevor felt his confidence
returning, “like hell,” he bellowed. Sally frowned at him, “if you don't I will.”
Flashes of his wife’s cum covered face streaked in his mind as he rose, half naked, and headed
out the door.
“Saddle up partner,” Lester said mockingly as he climbed the tall height into the cab of the truck.
The two rode in silence, Trevor gripping the steering wheel in anger. “Right here,” Lester said,
indicating his gate. “I’d say it was a pleasure, but it wasn’t,” Trevor chided as Lester hopped out
of the truck. “Looks like both you and your wife are sore losers today. Peace out Trent.”
Trevor frowned at the short asshole’s comment. He looked around the cab of the truck and
rolled the window down, yelling as the black man disappeared into the airport, wearing his
favorite cowboy hat.
*******
Sally laid on the rotating mattress, her fingers traced her body, searching for a last drop of
Lester’s sweet tasting cum. She frowned as she realized she would probably never see Lester
again, and she had nothing to remember him by.
She was excited to play again but knew she would never be satisfied with Trevor after her night
with the big cocked midget. Her eyes lit up as she remembered Club Onyx, maybe someone
there could scratch the now unyielding itch, pulsing deep in her pussy.
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