Straight Outta Coxville

Straight Outta Coxville

A Coxville Curse story

Copyright 2019 by Stormbringer



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

His cock twitched.

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

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

“Saints fan?”

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

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

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

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

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

“The mighty mighty Cougars! Always on the prowl.” Leon smiled finding her very likable. Climax was a centralized farming community near the center of the county. Not big, but big enough to have its own school district. If he remembered his fourth-grade local history, Climax was primarily settled by Swedes who left their mark in the county by the many blonde-haired, blue-eyed citizens. “I’m from Bald Knob.”

He waited, testing for a reaction. She nodded her head and continued smiling. Bald Knob was poor and all black but had strong family values. “Phineas J Cox High bused me in to Coxburg they desperately wanted me to play for the Bulls.” Coxburg did not have strong family values. Phineas J Cox High served the poor ghetto section of Coxburg and was nearly all black. Most of the white kids went to the middle-class Coxburg High district. The Bulls had trouble with dropouts and drug dealing. They were delighted

to have a stable player in Napoleon Johnson. “You must have been a child when you saw me at the Bulls-Beaver game?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Corinne was still talking. “I fully believe all men are created equal. My mom might have problems with it, but honestly, I found back home to be a conservative backwater and I’m glad to have moved on.”

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

“Floyd’s Barbecue,” she answered.

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

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

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

Corinne stood and shook his hand. Leon’s eyes focused right on her cleavage. She was dressed unbelievably sexy, but professional in a white blouse tucked into a black skirt. The blouse was short-sleeved and had bunched up while she sat. This had pushed the buttons together and created little gaps down the front that showed hints of pale pink flesh. The skirt wasn’t too short, but not too long either.

He pulled his eyes away from trying to sneak a glimpse of her breast flesh as she shook his hand. She was almost as tall as he was with her head only a few inches shorter than his. He forced himself to look her in the eyes, but her own eyes were sweeping across his chest taking in his broad upper body. Leon was as fit now as he had been at the height of his career. He was 6’4” and 254 pounds of pure muscle.

He could bench press 225 lbs. for 33 reps. He fought off the urge to flex for her.

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

Leon looked down, feeling stupid. She wasn’t checking out his junk, but the stacks of his book on the desk. “Nonsense, I’d be happy to give you a copy.” He reached down and grabbed a book.

“Could you autograph it for me?”

“They’re already signed, but I can personalize it to you. Make it out to you?”

“To Manly, my father.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tonja stopped to shake her hand.

“You too, Tonja.” Corinne shook her hand back. The two women smiling at each other. They parted and Tonja walked over to kiss Leon, marking her territory as Corinne turned and left the office.

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

“Is that so?” he asked, laughing.

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

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

“Have you decided?”

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

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

“I.. uh..” Leon stuttered.

“I’m fine with it.” Tonja kissed him again, this time even more passionately and longer. His cock swelled.

“What’s this?” she asked, wiggling her ass in his lap. “Looks like Big Johnson wants out. What do you say?” She kissed him again. “We haven’t fucked in your office in a while.”

“I say, yes ma’am.”



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

That was how geeky he was.

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

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

“JESUS CORINNE!”

Corinne jumped startled. The big muscular black form dissolved into the skinny white figure of Simon.

His towel was falling to his feet and he was staring stupidly at her breasts. Instinctively, her arms flew up to cover them, but one nipple topped breast kept popping out around her arms. “Simon!”

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

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

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

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

Corinne gasped as she fell back and he climbed above her still sucking on one of her erect nipples.

Having Simon slobber all over her tits had never felt this good. They were sending little electric signals straight between her legs and her arousal was growing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Corinne gasped, breathing heavily while staring at the ceiling. Her hand slid down her breast and over her flat stomach, her fingertips slipped through the blonde tangles on her pubic mound until they slowly entered her pussy. Her hips slowly raised into her fingers eliciting a moan from the back of her throat.

She imagined Simon walking back into the room and finding her like this. His penis immediately

springing back up to full erection. She was humping her fingers now. He was rolling a condom on as he climbed between her legs. He looked up at her, smirked and then ripped the rubber off, pushing his six-inch penis down to penetrate her as she raised her hips up so that he could enter her bareback. Corrine moaned, pushing her fingers as deep as she could, her head turned, falling on the book. It was open to another picture. This one was of Tonja and Leon on a beach in Hawaii for their honeymoon. Tonja was in a skimpy white bikini, her body near perfect in Corinne’s eyes. The beautiful black model’s breasts were a little too big for her frame, but they looked proportional to Corinne, a native of Coxville where EE cups were the average. Leon was in Saint’s printed drawstring swim trunks with a fat tubular-shaped bulge running down one leg. His bare chest rippled with muscles, harder, bulging, and more defined than when he’d been a teenager. She thrust her fingers faster staring at the black Adonis. Her free hand slid up her sides to her breast. Her release came the second her fingers pinched down around the sensitive nipple. “Simon!” she gasped, having a rare orgasm. Her eyes moved off the picture looking down her body as she came down from her orgasm. Her fiancé had become more masculine and muscular and was now bald. He slowly disappeared as she came back down to reality. Corinne stretched catlike on the bed, purring contentedly. She’d needed that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wow!” she said again, feeling like an airhead. “Of course, Mr. Johnson. I’ll come in today and pick one up.” She paused in thought for a moment. “Of course, if I’m to be your personal assistant, then I’ll need information on your flight and where you’re staying so that I can arrange a ticket and room for myself.

I’ll have to look into your future travel plans also. If you don’t mind, I’d like to get started today?”

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

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

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

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

Corinne told him about her conversation with Leon and how she’d be starting today and traveling to Phoenix later that week. Corinne ran her hand over Simon’s chest. She was bursting with excitement.

The young woman had felt trapped in Coxville her entire young life and leaving for College had been both rewarding and empowering. Baltimore had some nice areas and they were close to Washington, but they mostly found the city to be dirty and rundown. Now she was going to travel and see the country. Her hand slid down his stomach, pausing when her palm slid over his rock-hard penis. “What’s this?” she asked, squeezing it.

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

Corrine kissed him deeply, letting their tongues duel. She slid her pussy up along his penis until the grape-sized head found the entrance to her pussy. His whimper when she pushed down, feeling her pussy lips engulfing the head of his penis, brought her to her senses. She slid her pussy off and back down his shaft, leaning down kissing him while her hand slipped under his pillow for another condom.

She sat up, ripping the condom pack open and pulling the rubber out.

Simon’s hands were on her thighs. It was a bright day and sunlight shined through the windows. The blanket fell down her back as she reached down for his penis. Rays of light shone brightly on her breasts.

Her hand moved up and she pulled the penis upright so that she could pull the rubber down over it. But it was too late.

“UNHH!” grunted Simon, his penis spitting semen all over her palm.

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

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

“It okay,” she said, forcing a smile. It wasn’t okay. She was worked up and had wanted him inside her.

Her eyes wandered down to his penis, wondering if she could make it hard again. It had already shrunken down to about an inch and had continued leaking runny fluid into his pubes. It always fascinated her how a penis could go from being so large and hard to be so small and limp in such a little period of time. Looking at the limp noodle, her desire for it disappeared. “Maybe we can try again tonight?”

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

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



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Corinne’s new job was amazing and she thrived at it. After the first seminar in Phoenix, she made some suggestions that Leon adopted immediately. Her second seminar was in Vancouver and she became an active speaker with a head microphone, playing off Leon, exchanging jokes, and lifting the crowd up.

Next was New York City and a month into her job, Leon gave her a substantial raise. The crowd of mostly businessmen loved her and many an eye would flicker down to her hand looking for a ring. Most didn’t care when they saw her engagement ring and she got many offers to meet for drinks. Sometimes she accepted, but only if Leon went along with her for protection.

Next came Chicago, then Orlando. Leon let her have off on Mondays, but she was never really off. Most Mondays she’d spend home usually alone, but when she was lucky, she might have a morning or evening with Simon. Much of her day “off” was still spent on the phone or answering emails for work.

After a few months, she found herself developing a growing friendship with Tonja. It started when Tonja came into the office to surprise her husband by taking him out to lunch, but he was too busy to get away so she took Corinne instead. They got along so well, Corinne lost track of time and was late getting back to work. Leon didn’t seem to mind as Tonja didn’t have any female friends that lived nearby. Soon Corinne was spending what little free time she had with her new friend. Tonja loved to shop and helped Corinne pick out new business professional outfits for work. Tonja had no problem showing off her body and the outfits she chose for Corinne were all a little sexier, the skirts a little shorter, the tops a little lower cut, then Corinne normally wore, but they were all still tasteful.

Corinne drew the line on swimwear. As the summer progressed, she’d spend Mondays with Tonja laying out beside their large pool. The first time Corinne saw the Johnson’s mansion left her mouth hanging open. There were two floors, seven bedrooms, and a basement man-cave decorated in Saints’

merchandise. Leon’s mancave had a bar, a pool table, foo’s ball, and a huge television. The pool area was just as amazing as the rest of the house, rafts floated around on the water, and they had a nice tiki bar with stools. Tonja was an excellent bartender and Corinne found herself enjoying margaritas and strawberry daiquiris as she tanned beside her black friend or while the two women floated side by side on rafts.

Corinne had the one suit, a one-piece, white with a rose pattern. It tightly hugged her figure and she looked incredible in it, but it wasn’t a bikini. Tonja wore the tiny bikini from her Hawaii honeymoon picture the first time they laid out. Every other time, it was a different bikini that she had been allowed to keep from assorted modeling shoots. She found out later, that Tonya had an entire dresser filled with swimwear, another with lingerie, and a huge walk-in closet for her normal clothes. Corinne balked at the idea of wearing a skimpy bikini. As a teen, she’d attracted too much male attention in a two-piece swimsuit along the shores of Lake Cox and she’d been uncomfortable showing off so much skin ever since. Tonja laughed. “Cee Cee,” she said, using her nickname for Corinne. “Showing off to whom? We have complete privacy here.” The black woman reached behind her and undid her top, tossing it away.

Her brown C-cups were perfectly formed and capped by much darker nipples. “Unless of course, the pool boy comes,” she laughed, walking nude with the exception of her bikini bottoms over to the bar to fix them another drink. Their pool days often left Corinne too tipsy to drive home and Tonja would give her a lift back into the city or call for a ride service and sometimes if Simon was working the late shift, she’d spend the night, having dinner with the Johnsons and playing pool before heading off to bed.

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

“How?”

“Follow me.” Tonja had been sunbathing topless. Her bottom was little more than a patch over her pubic strip while the back was a string that left her firm ass bare. Corinne found herself staring at her brown ass as she followed Tonja up the stairs. One cheek would flex followed by the other cheek as she climbed each step. Tonja entered the huge master bedroom. Corinne had been here before. She was jealous of Tonya’s closet. “I get horny too,” said Tonja. “Especially with Leon off with you half the week.”

Tonja reached into a drawer; Corinne’s mouth fell open watching her friend withdraw an absolutely massive black dildo. “Here is the solution to your problem.”

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

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

“Wait! Amazon sells dildoes?”

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

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

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

“I like that one,” she insisted.

“If you’re sure.” Tonja clicked the purchase option. “My treat honey.” She already had Leon’s office address on her account as a delivery option and added, care of Corinne Cox, to the address.



**********

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

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

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

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

She saw another figure in the fitness center and prayed for another woman, but when she opened the door, it was Leon that looked up at her from an exercise bike. Corinne froze and Leon just stared at her bare stomach, his dark eyes scanning her body in the form-hugging outfit. She stared back, her eyes roaming his black muscular arms and the white tank top clinging to his chest. It was damp from sweat.

She could see his abdominals and his hard stomach through the cotton. Her eyes went lower to the tight compression wear cycle shorts. Her brow furrowed before her eyes opened wider at the huge bulge in the front of the shorts. The material clung to a fat coiled tubular object with equally large spherical bulges beneath it. Her nipples were popping out as she stared, and her workout top did little to hide them. This was happening so often they were starting to become a nuisance. She knew from experience that they’d still be prominent when their seminar started, and she’d have dozens of businessmen staring at her nipples for the next eight hours.

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

She’d thought Tonja had been pulling her leg when she claimed her husband was larger than her obscenely large dildo.

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

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

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

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

It was certainly true though Corinne had never given it much thought. She’d heard data before that around 2/3 of Americans were overweight, but that certainly didn’t apply to Coxville. Black men seemed naturally fit and muscular while both white and black women tended to have all their excess body

weight concentrated in their breasts or rear ends. Her mom’s EE breasts had swollen to GG after having two daughters and she’d taken up working out to get them back down to normal, but she’d lapsed in her routine and her breasts had swollen right back up again until she finally gave up. Maybe only one in fifty was actually fat, but they usually had horrible eating habits. White males tended to more pudginess, chubbier bodies or beer bellies. Fit white men had to work out regularly to have decent bodies.

“What were you looking to tone up?”

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

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

Corinne lowered herself back down as Leon kneeled at her feet and held her legs down. She looked down her body at the huge black man. She raised herself back up with more difficulty this time. When she went back down, her legs wanted to open so that she could lift her hips up while she looked at Leon.

He nodded for her to keep going. She managed several more.

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

His palm centered over her navel. The contrast was exciting… sexy! “Do you feel it?”

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

“The soreness in your muscles.”

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

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

“See you then, boss,” she said, looking at her stomach’s reflection in the mirror. She missed his hand touching her there. Her eyes moved up the mirror watching Leon exit the room. “Wow!” she said, looking at her reflection in disbelief as the truth hit her. She was physically attracted to her boss!

Corinne Cox, a white woman from Coxville County, had a crush on a black man.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I will. Thank you, sir.”

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

Corinne sighed when she shut her own door. No conference next week meant she’d actually have a four-day weekend. Unfortunately, hospitals didn’t shut down on holidays and except for Sunday when Simon was off, she’d be alone. She walked over to her suitcase. Alone time for her wasn’t a rare treat.

She was alone three nights a week in a hotel room and usually another three nights at home. Well, not exactly alone. “I have you to keep me company,” she said, smiling as she pulled the vibrator out of her suitcase, feeling naughty that she was going to use it twice in one day.

She tossed it on the bed, slowly unbuttoning her blouse as she walked towards her balcony. She pulled the curtains open as she let her blouse fall to the floor. “Beautiful,” she whispered, unzipping her skirt.

She could see her underwear-clad reflection in the sliding glass door, but past that was the illuminated

skyline of Dallas. She felt naughty, stripping all the way down and standing there nude, looking down on the city.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

door. She could see his bathroom door and there was movement inside and steam from a hot shower coming out.

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

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

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

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

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

Leon let go and his massive cock fell to his stomach, spent semen splattering up from the impact.

Corinne kept fingering herself, breathing heavily and staring into the room. She was both aroused and disgusted. Leon’s cock was the manliest most exciting thing she’d ever seen, but she hated even getting

a drop of Simon’s sticky runny semen on her let alone his entire teaspoon-sized load. Leon must leave poor Tonja and complete mess when they had sex. She liked Simon wearing condoms as it met no sticky mess to clean up. The tiny receptacle on the end of one of Simon’s rubbers couldn’t have contained Leon’s voluminous load. Hell, the black man’s seed would have turned the entire rubber into a water balloon.

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

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

This time it was Corrine stepping onto Leon’s balcony. His sliding glass door was unlocked. He looked at her in surprise but didn’t stop masturbating his huge cock while staring lustfully at her nude body. “Let me do that for you,” she whispered, kneeling between his legs. She took over, her smaller white hand gliding along the huge shaft. She watched the head swell up, cumming just as the first geyser of semen shot into the sky. She came again as she bent the cock towards her, covering her tits with his hot seed.

“God, I want this thing,” she said, rising up and quickly straddling him. She bent the head between her legs, a jet of semen coating her pussy lips as she lowered herself over the head. “I need this thing,” she moaned, lowering herself over the shaft. “I love this cock,” she screamed sinking into his lap. Corinne leaned forwards, marveling at how sexy her white hands looked against the black skin of his muscular chest. She ground her pussy into the base of his cock wanting it to go deeper even though she’d taken the entirety of the monster cock. Why wouldn’t it go deeper? She cried in frustration even as she continued coming over his huge cock.

Corinne opened her eyes. Her hands were between her legs, holding the vibrator as deep as it would go.

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

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



**********

“Two hundred dollars,” she muttered, shaking her head. She had the money now and her birthday was coming up. Corinne often bought herself a present. “What if Simon finds it?” she asked, picturing her fiancé turning as pale as a ghost, pulling a 14” black dildo out from under her pillow. She giggled. She

moved her finger down and pressed the “add to cart” button. She’d just have to hide it really well.

Maybe with her female supplies?

Tonja’s black dildo, The Long Dong, had been the closest thing to the monster appendage that she’d seen Leon masturbating. Luckily, she remembered the name as it was only sold through some famous porn star’s website. Corinne felt a fluttering in her stomach staring at the muscular black man with the 14” cock sticking out from between his legs. The Long Dong was made from a mold of that huge cock.

Corinne wanted a duplicate of Tonja’s dildo, the closest thing to Tonja’s husband’s cock she could find and that was, The Long Dong Deluxe, which came with multiple settings and even heated up while in use to seem more lifelike. She’d decided it wasn’t so much the erect pink dildo she’d been enjoying, but the vibrations. She wanted vibrations. Not only did The Long Dong Deluxe had multiple vibration settings, it had “wiggle” which made the entire shaft undulate, but it also had “The spurt” which caused the head to buck up repeatedly like it was ejaculating. She’d never take the whole thing or even half of it for that matter, but she planned on having fun trying to see how much of it she could take.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Simon would love it,” she sighed.

“It would make a great wedding present,” said Tonja raising her head off her arms and wagging her eyebrows at Corinne.

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

“Do it. Do it. Do it.”

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

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

“Some island resort in the Caribbean.”

“Hell honey, most island beaches are topless and almost all have a nude beach. You don’t need a bikini.”

Tonja pulled out her chair and fired up her laptop.

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

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

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

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

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

Tonja smiled devilishly. “They have a full bottom version, just no picture as thongs are more popular,”

she lied. “And you are, let’s see, 36EE-27-36.”

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

“Really? Your boobs must stretch your clothes out. I’m rarely wrong.” Tonja turned around in the swivel chair and placed her hands on Corinne’s waist. Her swimsuit was stretched out by her bosom. “Damn girl. You’d make a fortune as a stripper.” She spun back around in the chair. “One blue with white polka

dot bikini coming right up.” Corinne was still hovering over her shoulder as Tonja typed in the measurements. “Oh, could you hand me the pills on the table by the bed?”

“Sure.”

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

“Conceiviplex?”

“Yeah,” said Tonja, taking the pill bottle. She unscrewed the top and plopped two pills in her mouth.

“We’ve been trying for over three years now and I hoped to have a baby by the time I was 35. I’m right between cycles right now, so fingers crossed.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks. If nothing happens by the end of the year, we’re going to get tested and maybe see about IVF.

Anyway, at least its fun trying. I doubt we will even bother getting dressed tomorrow.”

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

“Between my job and Leon’s, I only get to see him maybe three times a week. We make up for it though.

The man can go all night long.”

“And when you’re on assignment?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Honestly, my scrubs are in the car and it’s quicker to go straight to the hospital from here,” said Simon.

“Thanks, Tonja.” Simon stepped forward, kissing Corinne on the cheek. “Sorry honey,” he apologized, stepping back and she caught him giving the black woman’s taut belly another quick glance which made her think surprising him with a bikini had been the right choice.

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

“Sorry,” said Corinne.

“Whatever for, Cee Cee?”

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

She made the mistake of playing beer pong after that and by the end, she was swaying drunkenly. More men swooped in trying to make a move on her. At some point, she decided it was flattering and started flirting back, but still holding out her hand with the engagement ring on it to remind them she wasn’t available. It got so bad, Leon had to come in and save her. “Mind if I borrow my favorite employee?” he told the group of guys. Leon put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her to his side, possessively.

Just like the first time they’d shook hands, she felt a static shock when their skin made contact. She glanced sideways at his muscular black chest and immediately her nipples blossomed out to full erection.

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

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

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

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

“I went to put something on,” Tonja replied and Corinne snorted. The black woman had pulled on a sheer net body covering that clearly showed her body and the bikini she’d been wearing all day. If anything, the covering made her look even sexier. “And,” continued Tonja when Corinne had stopped

laughing. “And Cee Cee..” Tonja put her arm around Corinne and hugged her body the same way Leon had just hugged her. “Is here as a friend and not as the favorite of your two employees.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be fine.” The trip back to the house was harder than Corinne thought it would be. Not because she was drunk, but because three more men tried to make a last-ditch effort to get her to leave with them.

One told her she looked like she could use some coffee and he knew a great place close by. Another asked if she’d go to another party that was supposedly lasting all night, but he wanted her to meet him there because he had to drop his wife off at home first as the baby sitter had a curfew. The last just asked if she wanted to go back to his house. She turned them down and stumbled her way towards the screen door into Leon’s man cave.

Corinne managed to make it upstairs. Her bladder felt like it was about to burst, so she took a long pee on the toilet before brushing her teeth with the Johnsons’ supply of travel packs they kept for guests.

The bed looked awesome and she just fell on it, arms spread out. She was snoring within mere moments.



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

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

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

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

“Ass,” whispered Corinne still engrossed in the scene playing out in front of her eyes. He didn’t even warn his wife that he was about to cum. Tonja didn’t look like she was complaining though. Leon released her head and fell back on the pool. She continued swallowing his cock, gulping his seed down.

Finally, she pulled back, lowering her head back to his balls. His cock was pointed over her shoulder, still spurting large streams of semen. “Yech!” she said, watching the semen land in the pool. How often did they do this? She’d swum in that pool many times.

Corinne was about to leave when Tonja lifted herself up the side of the pool and straddled her husband.

His cock was still hard as she slid her pussy up the shaft until the head could penetrate her. Corinne’s black friend looked ecstatic as she pushed herself back into the shaft until she could sit up. Tonja started bouncing in Leon’s lap just as he slowly returned to life from her blow job. His head rose up and he reached out to grab her breasts, kneading them and tugging on her nipples. Tonja cried out from what must have been a huge orgasm. She slowed down and Leon took over bucking his hips up into her pussy.

Corinne shook her head in disbelief at the erotic display playing out before her eyes. Tonja shuddered and collapsed forwards, falling on her husband. He grabbed her hips continuously thrusting up into her pussy. Simon couldn’t have lasted anywhere near this long and at the pace, Leon was going, her fiancé would have squirted after only a few strokes. Leon was giving Tonja the full length of his huge cock too.

How could she take the whole thing? Where did it even go? Black women must be built differently, she decided.

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

Corinne made ready to scurry towards the stairs, assuming they were heading for the man cave where she was, but instead, Tonja pulled Leon towards the outdoor shower. The married black couple embraced and kissed under the shower. Tonja grabbed his floppy cock and started stroking it while they kissed. Soon it was sticking straight out again. Simon could pull off having sex at night and again in the

morning after a good night’s sleep, but he certainly wasn’t capable of three erections within an hour.

Nor was there any sign of weakness in Leon’s third steel hard erection.

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

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

She stripped off her suit in her bedroom and ended up finishing herself off with her fingers while picturing Leon rising up above her from between her legs.

The new black dildo couldn’t get here fast enough.



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“Have a good day, sweetie,” said Tonja, giving Corinne a side kiss as she dropped Corinne off at her apartment in Baltimore. Tonja had showered, but she looked exhausted and Corinne well knew why.

Even after their poolside sex sessions, Leon and Tonja’s sexual antics had woken Corinne up several times that night and again in the morning just before Tonja had knocked on her bedroom door and said she’d give her a ride home after she took a quick shower. “You look bushed, maybe you should try taking a nap?”

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

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

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

Corinne was in a grouchy mood when she got home. She perked up a little when she saw Simon was still there, but her mood turned grumpy again when he started quickly throwing his scrubs on. “A package came for you today, hon,” he yelled out for her. And just like that, she perked up now glad that he was leaving. She glanced at the elongated package and suddenly felt embarrassed that her future husband

might guess she’d bought a giant black vibrator modeled after some porn star’s monster cock. “What’d ya get?” He asked, coming up behind her and kissing her neck.

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

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

“Yeah, bye,” she said, her eyes running up and down the length of the package. She felt a little foolish spending $200 dollars on a 14” black vibrator that clearly was too big for her, but she was going to try.

She opened the box, trembling a little as inch after inch of the monster was revealed. The back of the box showed the porn star whose cock the dildo was molded after. He was nude, legs spread apart, his huge plump cock dangling down between his thick thighs. He wasn’t handsome and had an angry sneer on his face with some sort of black skull cap covering his head. A large gold chain hung around his neck.

The rest of him was pure black Adonis with muscles to rival Leon’s. Surrounding his image were X-rated pictures of him with various female adult film actresses all sucking or fucking his huge cock.

Corinne opened the top of the box. Her new dildo was annoyingly tied to a cardboard backing with twist ties holding it in place. She didn’t even bother untying them, just grabbing nearby nail clippers and clipped all the ties until she could pull the actual dildo out. “Jesus,” she whispered, hefting it. The thing was ultra-realistic. There was a darker vein running along the bottom and every ridge and bump on the real actor’s cock seemed to have been captured perfectly on the fake version. The head was as big as a plum and around three inches long. She ran her hands down the shaft and flipped it over to the bottom.

“For two hundred bucks it better come with batteries,” she muttered. Corinne moved the switch to the first setting almost dropping the shaft when the fake cock began to vibrate. She giggled and tried the next setting, the vibrations quadrupled, the plastic shaft shaking violently. “Oh my,” she gasped, flicking over to the third setting. The cock trembled slightly, about a third of it raised and lowered repeatedly.

This was the ejaculation setting. The last button seemed similar to the first with just mild vibrations.

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

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

Corinne laid on her bed and turned pinky on. She frowned when it occurred to her that this bed had been seeing more action with pinky then with Simon’s penis lately. She pressed the head between her vaginal lips to allow the vibrations to get her juices flowing, but the head slipped easily in. Her pussy was

already soaked in anticipation. She pushed pinky all the way in, smiling at the sensations before she flicked it off and slowly pulled it out.

Corinne hefted and stared with some trepidation at the Long Dong. She could never take this thing!

What a waste of money. She brought it down to her blonde pubes and placed the base against her mound. Her petite white hand didn’t even wrap around the entire shaft. The image of Leon jerking his cock off while she spied on him came to mind. She giggled and lifted it up so that she could switch it over to spurt mode. She held the bottom to her mound so that it looked like she had a big black cock while watching the head jerk and imagining large wads of semen were shooting out from the head each time it moved. She switched it back off.

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

Corinne grabbed pinky and held it on her pubic mound next to the Long Dong. If the big black dildo had been hollow, the little pink one could have slipped right inside with room to spare and she could have pushed almost two more in it before bottoming out. There was simply no comparison between them.

“Pathetic,” she said, staring at the pink one despite it having done a pretty good job satisfying her needs over the last months. She tossed it aside.

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

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

Corrine gave up and with half a foot of dildo still sticking out of her. She reached down the shaft and switched it over to the fourth setting. “JESUS!” she cried so loudly; she feared the next apartment might have heard her. She slapped her hand over her mouth in surprise at how fast she’d just orgasmed when the fake cock came alive. She wasn’t ready to stop just yet and let it keep going. Her hips bucked up off

the bed and she came again. She collapsed back down in the bed, gasping for air and ready to turn it off, but before she could reach down and switch it off, the setting increased to hard vibrate. “FUCKME!

FUCK ME!” she squealed loudly, not caring anymore if the neighbors could hear her. She’d never cum that hard before. The black dildo was unrelenting and she felt another orgasm growing. Her entire body was writhing in ecstasy on the bed. Her nipples were aching for attention. She grabbed the swollen nubs, pinching and tugging on them. Her pending fourth orgasm was building in intensity. Just as it was about to burst, the dildo switched over to spurt mode. “YYEESS!!” she screamed, creaming hard over the lifelike black cock as it continued to act like it was filling her pussy with seed. “OHMYGOD!” Another orgasm rocked her body on the heels of the last one. Corinne quickly yanked it out not sure if she could handle another orgasm that large. She switched the dildo off and laid on her back panting for twenty minutes waiting for her strength to return.

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

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

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

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

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

Corinne gasped along with the porn actress that was pulling down a pair of sweat pants when LD’s cock first appeared. It was swollen and rising. “That is one big black cock,” said the blonde, grabbing the shaft and stroking him to full erection. The first scene hadn’t had any setup going straight to a sex scene. It was just a blonde wearing a bikini and kneeling before a pair of pants. She looked closely at the huge

cock. It was amazing how closely her new dildo resembled the cock it was molded from. She had the urge to go get it out of her dresser and compare the two, but she resisted it.

The actress started sucking his cock. She clearly wasn’t used to the monster and was having difficulty getting past the head. She slobbered all over it and started using her hands to jerk it off into her mouth.

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

Corinne was squirming a little under the covers. “Wow,” she said. Her nipples were aching and trying to pierce through her silk shift. She glanced over at her dresser. Was she really considering another round with her new toy? Why had watching an oral sex scene made her horny? She found oral sex disgusting.

She found semen disgusting and the sheer volume that Long Dong Doyle had just put out, a volume that matched Leon’s, was repulsive. Covering that poor girl’s face and breasts with that vile fluid! And then making her swallow more! Still, she glanced at her dresser again.

Corinne hit pause and a few minutes later, the shift was on the floor and she was laying nude on her bed with the dildo beside her. The next scene was absolutely amazing. LD was playing an executive sitting behind a desk when one of his female employees came in for a meeting. She was up for a promotion and it was between her and another woman. LD told her that whoever got the job would be working very closely with him. He stood, undid his pants and pulled them down under his boxers before sitting back down. The girl said she was more than willing to work very closely with her boss. Like the first scene, she was soon on her knees and pulling his huge cock out of the boxers. She didn’t look as surprised as the first woman, but the glance she gave his cock was so lustful it bordered on worship. She clearly knew her way around this cock. She was soon bobbing her head over more than half LD’s big black cock. “Leon,” whispered Corinne, picturing herself kneeling between the legs of her black boss.

She reached for the dildo and opened her legs. “Mmmmm,” she whimpered as the soft vibrations started. Suddenly, the female actress was nude and laying on the table with her legs spread while LD

licked and inserted his fingers in her wet pussy. “Cumming,” moaned Corinne just before the dildo switched to hard vibrations. LD stood and guided his huge cock into the actress on his desk. Corinne whined constantly watching as inch after inch of black cock disappeared into the actress. LD started fucking her when he was balls deep. Corinne grabbed the base and once again tried to get more of the dildo inside her, but it still wouldn’t budge beyond eight inches. She screamed along with the actress’s own orgasm. “Oh god!” cried Corinne as the dildo switched over to ejaculation mode and started bucking inside her. Lorenzo Doyle grunted loudly, pulling out of the actress. His cock was already shooting. Freed, it sprang up shooting long strands of semen from her belly button to her chin. By the time he was finished, semen was dripping off her chin, running down her breasts, and pooling on her belly. There also seemed to be a steady trickle pouring from between her legs.

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

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



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“Coxville isn’t exactly progressive when it comes to race relations.” Leon swung around in his chair.

“You’d have no problems working for a black man?”

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



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

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

“I love it! I love it!” she cried out over the city, cumming hard just as it switched to spurt. “Love black cock.” She came again and again, picturing Leon filling her womb with his sperm before leaning down and hugging her, their faces turning so that they could kiss.

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

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

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

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

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

I love black cock, thought Corinne as her orgasm broke.



**********

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

That night, after the opening seminar, she found herself missing it immediately. Detroit was a little scary to go explore so she stayed in the hotel. She was horny and couldn’t satisfy her urges, so she took out her frustrations working out for several hours that night. She had the hotel’s gym to herself and was grateful, but wished Leon was there with her working up a sweat until his huge muscles were all shiny.

She had worked up a sweat and after her workout, she stood before the mirror and tensed her muscles.

Her curves hardened and her abdominals appeared beneath the large swells of her breasts. She smiled, satisfied that she was looking better than ever.

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

She stripped nude and laid down on the bed. She browsed through the on-demand menu on the television and found herself looking through the adult movies. None of LD’s movies were available and none of the other black male actors seemed to measure up to LD though to a man they put Simon to shame. She ended up fingering herself while watching her LD compilation on her tablet going to the scene of the woman fucking her black boss for a promotion. Unfortunately, her finger didn’t cut it.

“Fuck,” she grunted, frustrated. Her cursing was new, a side effect of watching Long Dong’s porn movie.

A black penis was a cock and it was built for fucking white pussies. She’d rarely cursed before, but found the language more appropriate when using her dildo or watching the porn. Simon didn’t have a cock and they didn’t “fuck” they just had sex.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s okay, honey. I understand.” She climbed into bed as he got up to clean off. She could tell he was exhausted from a double shift at work and was snoring within a minute of returning to bed. Corinne

slipped out of the bed, leaving her snoring future husband sleeping peacefully while she snuck Leon out of the dresser and finally got what she’d been craving for days on her couch that night trying to suppress her cries of pleasure.

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

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

Corinne,” he said groggily.

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

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

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

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

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

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



**********

Wednesday, Tonja came into the office for lunch with Leon and let slip the reason they were staying an extra night in Philadelphia. They were all going to the Eagles-Saints game Sunday for her birthday.

Unfortunately, Tonja had just gotten a last-minute job offer to model swimsuits in the Bahamas that

weekend. Seems some younger model had gotten sick at the last minute and her agent had gotten Tonja the job. At 33, the job offers were slowing down and Tonja wanted to work as much as possible.

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

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

“I thought you’d like it,” said Leon, smiling. He kissed his wife goodbye. They whispered something back and forth. Tonja put her hand on his chest and slid it down close to his pants winking at him. “Uh, Corinne. I’m going to take off the rest of the day off to spend some time with my wife before she leaves.

We’ll leave for Philly from here tomorrow at about 10 am.”

“You got it, boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was only September 20th, but Corinne found herself agreeing with her boss. They had a great team that year. They separated and joined the crowds heading to the restroom. She returned to find Leon had ordered two more beers. The pressed their cups together again and took sips. Corinne wasn’t paying attention during a timeout when suddenly the crowd started booing loudly. Leon nudged her to look up.

They were on the jumbotron. The announcer said, “That appears to be former Saint’s player, Napoleon Johnson.” The booing increased when Leon sat up and gave the crowd a little wave. And then, it changed. “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” chanted the crowd. A read heart had appeared around them with the words Kiss Cam under it. “Kiss, kiss, kiss,” shouted everyone nearby looking at them. Corinne appeared horrified, but Leon just shrugged and leaned in. It was Corinne that turned it into a real kiss. She closed her eyes and turned her head sideways, wetting her red lips before they touched his broad black ones.

She felt the static shock again, stronger than ever, but neither of them broke the kiss. Their tongues didn’t touch, but they both moved their mouths around. She moaned slightly in the back of her throat.

The kiss went on longer than it should have and when their lips parted, it was Leon that was backing off.

She kept her eyes closed, her lips following his, wanting more before she stopped and realized what she was doing.

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

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

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

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

He snorted. “It sure ain't,” he responded, texting back and forth with his wife for a while.

The Eagles never came back. By the end of the third quarter, it was 34-20 and the game ended at 48-22.

Leon and Corinne were both standing and they slapped hands in victory while all the disappointed Eagle’s fans were slowly climbing to their feet and making for the exit.

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

“I’d love one.” One drink became three. Corinne had another beer, listening intently as he told football stories. She reached over and held her hand over his to make him stop talking. Instead, Corinne recited exactly how his famous play against the Cowboys had gone down just as good as he would have told it.

Leon’s eyes widened, impressed at her near-perfect playback and even more impressed when she continued reciting some of his other touchdowns including some way back when he was playing for the Bulls in high school. Some he didn’t even remember. “You missed your calling as a sport’s writer. Your father would be proud.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you still have that sharpie?”

Confused, she fished it out of her purse again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kind enough to give you the shirt off my back.”

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

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

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

That night, she didn’t masturbate nude. She wore Leon’s jersey, hiking it up above her breasts so she could squeeze her nipples while the dildo went through it’s vibrating cycles. She turned her head into her shoulder breathing in his scent. Wrong Leon, I’m never going to wash this. As the vibrations increased, she fantasized, that he had invited her back to his room. He was pounding her hard with his mighty cock, lowering himself to kiss her again. She licked her lips wishing they still tasted like him, but they tasted like strawberries and lemonade. “I’m cumming,” he grunted, the dildo switching into spurt mode. Corinne came with him and it was her biggest orgasm yet.



**********

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

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

“Simon! I didn’t hear you come in.”

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

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

“Put it on,” he croaked.

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

“Please?”

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

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

“I’m not going topless, but we’ll see about the bikini. It might depend on the number of rum punches you get me to drink.” Corinne surveyed her stacks of clothes. She was becoming an expert on packing.

“Oops, almost forgot my workout clothes and I need… toiletries.”

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

“You still enjoying all this traveling?”

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

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

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

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

“You alright?”

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

He waited, hoping for a chance to sneak the bikini back out, but she was done. Soon, the suitcase was zipped up and sitting by the door. Corinne kissed and hugged him tightly. “I’ll get the suitcase for you.”

He picked it up and followed her out to her car. He placed it in the trunk and shut the door.

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

he said.

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



**********

Her ovaries hurt the whole flight to San Francisco. This only happened when she was ovulating which usually coincided with an increase in her sex drive. That meant she’d be horny throughout the whole trip and no Leon Dong to satisfy her. She’d used it that morning and had been hoping to get in a second

session before leaving, but Simon had come home and ruined her plans. She tried not to take her frustrations out on her boss sitting beside her.

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

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

Corinne checked them in. She handled everything and always filed the paperwork away for accounting purposes. She got their keycards. Leon had walked down a hallway and was staring through a window.

“Is that a pool?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

She walked to her bed and laid down on the covers, closing her eyes. She was half asleep within minutes. She spread her legs, raising her hips slowly up so that she could guide her Leon Dong into her.

A second later, it was Leon’s dong she was holding, staring into his piercing eyes as he grabbed her ankles and worked his big black cock inside her white redneck pussy.

Corinne woke up to her phone alarm. Her dream had done nothing to quench her arousal. She got off the bed and took a shower, slightly colder than normal, hoping to quench some of the fire in her loins.

She either wasn’t thinking as she dressed or her subconscious was telling her to display her goods to attract male attention. She ended up mixing two of her outfits. One was a short black skirt that had slits in the sides displaying more thigh then normal and her top was a white blouse with a few more buttons

at the top undone. She slipped her feet into black heels and grabbed her black reading glasses, perching them on her nose.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes?”

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

“Yes, we should be going,” said Leon.

“Not until we kill off this bottle,” said Frank, raising the bottle over Corinne’s glass. The remaining wine in the bottle completely filled Corinne’s glass. She sipped it faster than usual so that they could call it a

night. Frank paid for dinner with a company card. “Anyone interested in a nightcap in our suite? It’s the top floor. Great views.” Frank was looking at Corinne as he asked. “Interested?”

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

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

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

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

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



**********

“I can’t remember if I brought my suit. I’ll text you if I can’t go. Otherwise, I’ll knock when I’m ready.”

Corinne fumbled with her key card a few times before getting it to work. It was late and she was drunk and tired, but the thought of a good hot soak with Leon had her reinvigorated. Not surprisingly, there was an LD scene where a man and his wife invited their black friend for a soak in the tub, but the black friend hadn’t brought his suit so he went nude. The wife couldn’t take her eyes off LD’s cock. Corinne was convinced the actress either hadn’t seen LD’s cock before or was a really good actress for a porn movie. Of course, LD ended up fucking her while they both belittled the white husband who watched while jerking off.

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

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

“So, did you pack your suit?”

-L

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

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

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

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

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

Her phone beeped again.

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

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

“Woke up from a crazy dream and looked out the window. Nothing wrong with the picture. It’s a solid wall of fog outside.”

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

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

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

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

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

Corinne thought of the solid wall of fog in her mom’s picture only she was looking at a solid wall of black. Black deltoids. Black trapezius. Black pectorals. Black obliques. Black abdominals. Six of them.

Black triceps, and biceps as big around as her thighs. She fought the urge to reach out and run her hands all over the sexy chest. Leon was smirking, enjoying her admiring gaze. He wasn’t wearing casual men’s swimwear either. He was wearing tight men’s swim shorts that hugged his tubular bulge as tightly as her bikini top was squeezing her nipples. She stepped back out into the hall.

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

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

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

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

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

The lobby wasn’t too crowded, but the few people in it all stared at the giant muscular black man and the buxom blonde in the short white robe. They turned down the hall and entered the pool area.

Corrine was wrong thinking that they’d have the place to themselves. There was a pretty young white woman there with a young boy, but they were drying off with towels. The mother looked up before lowering her gaze and then did a double-take, staring as appreciatively at Leon’s chest as Corinne had earlier. Luckily, the mother and son looked to be wrapping it up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Leon’s eyes were white and his mouth was hanging open staring at her. He slowly closed his mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Only half?”

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

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



**********

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

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

his physique and his prick and happy to show off his goods. She suppressed a giggle imagining Leon standing up to show him what a real man looks like. Finally, he sat down.

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

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

“It’s not very big,” said Frank.

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

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

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

“He’s a lucky man,” said Sam. “I hope he appreciates you. A woman like you needs to be treated right.”

He placed his hand on her left knee, squeezing in a little closer.

Corinne had gone pale and felt faint. Her right hand grabbed Frank’s wrist to stop him from getting any closer to her bikini bottom. Her heart was still beating heavily. A part of her wanted to give in to their advances. Why not? They’d show her a good time. Frank wouldn’t squirt at the sight of her naked body.

She blamed LD’s porn for her slutty thoughts. She’d had fantasies before, but they were always straight sex with one particular man she found attractive.

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

“Nope. He’s a bit of a loser.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you saying you’d take it off if there wasn’t a camera?” asked Sam. “I’ll go rip that camera right down.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay,”

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

“Nothing,” said Corinne, standing up.

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

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

Too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I think I’ll join you,” said Frank.

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

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

“Leave her alone,” said Leon.

Frank had stood up. He’d tucked his prick back into his speedos, but the material was still tented out from his still erect penis. He looked angrily down at the black man almost like he was foolishly about to challenge him. The last thing Corinne saw before turning back towards the sauna was the look of absolute horror crossing Frank’s face as he stared down at the black serpent rising up out of the water.

Sam was staring at it too and had slid as far away from Leon’s black cock as he could without getting out of the tub. Frank sank back down into the water next to Sam, the smug look of superiority wiped off his face.



**********

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

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

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

Strong hands grabbed her ankles and pulled them open. She slid down the wall, laying on the bench. Her lover cupped his strong arms under her knees and lifted her hips up off the bench. She opened her eyes.

“I hoped you’d come,” she whispered.

Leon’s dark form hovered between her legs. His vaporous torso ebbed and flowed with the steam.

“Corinne,” he whispered, lifting her up until her pussy was lined up with the giant misty cock. He plunged forward and it felt like her pussy was opening for him before he’d even touched it.

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

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

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

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

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

“CORINNE!”

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

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

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

“Wow! That long? I fell asleep. Why didn’t you come to get me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks for the help with them.”

“Let’s go. It’s late.”

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

“Well, here I am,” said Leon, stopping at his door.

“Thanks. It certainly was an interesting night,” she said, stepping in front of him. Her eyes looked up at him. His were staring down into her eyes. “Well, goodnight.” She stood on tiptoes, puckering her lips.

Leon bent down and kissed her. It wasn’t on the cheek, but it wasn’t full on the lips either. The side of his lips touched the sides of hers. When they broke the kiss, Corinne remained on her tiptoes, looking up at him with a lustful hunger. Her hands came out and touched his hard stomach, sliding up over his muscles. “Dammit Corrine!” he growled, grabbing her waist and pulling her into him.

“A real kiss. Just this once,” she said, just before their lips met. One of the hands slid down his stomach and over the bulge in his suit. She squeezed his swelling cock just as their tongues met for the first time.

His hands were on her back, bunching up the robe until it rose above her rear end. Then his hands were

on her ass cheeks, squeezing them tightly, kneading them as hard as she was kneading his cock.

“Hmmm,” she moaned, as he broke the kiss and pushed her back several inches. She kept her eyes closed with her mouth slightly open.

“That’s enough,” he said, gasping. “We need to stop before we do something, we both regret.”

“You’re right,” she agreed albeit reluctantly.

His eyes swept down her body. The robe looked sexy on her and the top was open giving him a good view of the tops of her breasts. He brushed a wet strand of blonde hair away from her eye. “If I weren’t married…”

She smiled. “And if I weren’t engaged…”

“Well, good night Miss Cox.”

“Goodnight Mr. Johnson.” Corinne turned and walked to her room. His eyes were on her until she pulled the keycard out of her pocket and opened her door. She gave him a nod and entered her room.

Corinne immediately felt the tears running down her cheeks. She tossed the keycard on the bureau by the TV and pulled her robe off, tossing it on the bed. She felt like such a fool. She sobbed untying the tight bikini. It was digging into her flesh like it had shrunk some inside the sauna. She sighed with relief the moment she was nude. She wanted her boss and if things kept going the way they were going, she was going to do something she’d regret, risking Leon’s marriage and her friendship with Tonja and her own future marriage, a future marriage that she wasn’t sure she wanted anymore.

There was only one thing she could do. She’d need to resign. They were spending too much time together and her attraction to him was growing daily. Another hotel room and a few drinks and she’d be throwing herself at him again. She wasn’t the least bit tired. She should tell him now. She looked over at her phone charging on the stand beside the bed. No, she should tell him in person. It could wait until morning. No, she should do it now, while her mind was made up.

Before she’d even decided, she found herself putting the robe back on. It was a little damp, but not uncomfortable. She left the belt loose. She slipped out of the room and into the hall. She didn’t want to quit. She loved her job and her boss. No, she loved Simon, she had a crush on her boss. Leon would be upset too, but it was for the best. She stopped at his door and gently rapped on it. She wondered if she was interrupting a masturbation session. There was no doubt in her mind that he’d be jerking off tonight.

He opened the door. “Corinne, what…”

She was looking down. He was still shirtless but had put on a pair of pajama bottoms. His cock wasn’t hard, but it was swollen and coiled up under his pajamas. She slowly looked up, sad she’d never get to see his black chest ever again. “Leon, I’ve given it some thought and I think I should resign.”

“Because of what happened tonight? We had too much to drink and things just got out of hand.”

“I think it’s for the best. I love working with you. I love the job and I love seeing the country, but to be honest, I’m very attracted to you and I’m afraid I’ll keep making a fool of myself around you.”

“I see.” He gulped. “I can control myself.”

“I’m not sure I can. Leon, this is for the best for all our sakes.” She wanted to cry again. He looked like he was about to start crying and it broke her heart.

“I wish you’d reconsider. We can stay in separate hotels and quit having dinner together.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Can you give it a couple of weeks. We’re booked up through Christmas.”

“I’m not sure…” She was interrupted by a noise down the hall. Leon leaned forward out of the door and glanced towards the elevators just as her head turned. “Shit! It’s those two assholes.”

Frank and Sam had just exited the elevator and were talking loudly. “They’re not even on this floor,” said Leon.

“They’re looking for me,” she said, sighing. “My key card was on the table with my room number on it.”

“Come inside for a moment,” said Leon, stepping back.

Corinne took one last look down the hall just as Frank and Sam were scanning the room numbers to see if they should turn left or right. She stepped into Leon’s room just as the two men turned their heads down the hall.



**********

“We’ll let them knock and you can slip out when they give up.” Leon stepped back further.

Corinne felt something grab the hem of her robe and yank just as she was stepping forward. She stumbled, falling forwards into Leon. His hands rose to catch her just as she walked out of her robe and into his arms.

“Jesus! Corinne, what are you doing?” His large black hands caressed around her bare breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging on her nipples. She felt an electric jolt when he touched her nipples that had them swelling nearly an inch long. “Big white Coxville titties,” he mumbled, staring at them in awe.

“I think my robe got caught in the door,” she explained, trembling as she stood nude before him. She tried and failed not to moan as he played with her breasts. She stared down at his pajamas as the waistband opened and the head of his cock poked out. It quickly uncoiled, swelling and falling forwards over his pajamas. Her hand rose and grabbed his shaft, just under the head. There was another electric jolt that sent a spasm through her pussy and his cock swelled so big, she feared it was about to explode.

This was no plastic dildo. This was a fourteen-inch black cock and it was throbbing with heat and life. She caressed and stroked it while he played with her nipples.

“Fuck, your tits are gorgeous. Pink nipples, so pink, and long.”

“Your cock… it’s so big… and black. I’ve never touched a real man’s cock before.” Corinne stared down at it, watching her hand stroke it. Her engagement diamond sparkled in the light, but all she saw was her white hand on his black cock. She tore her eyes off it and looked into his dark piercing eyes. “I’ve never fucked a real man’s cock before.”

Leon’s hands released her nipples and rose to rest gently on her cheeks. He angled her head up and bent to kiss her lips. Their tongues dueled again. Corinne released his cock long enough to pushed the waistband of his pajamas down his hips, freeing his genitalia. His head followed her, still kissing her as she stooped and pulled his pants as far down as she could without breaking the kiss. When she stood back up, she raised her foot until it was above the hem of his pajamas and pushed them down to the carpet. Leon stepped out of them, now as naked as she was. He forced her head back and down and swept her into his arms, carrying her to the bed.

Leon laid her down gently and climbed on the bed. His cock was sticking up between his legs, bobbing as he moved between her legs. She looked down between her breasts at the huge cock rising up above her pubic mound and the handsome muscular black man above it. His hands were on her knees. He pushed her legs further open, glancing down as her pussy was displayed for him. Simon’s little penis would have twitched and squirted by now seeing her like this, but Leon was no premature ejaculator. He truly was a real man.

“Need to get you ready,” he said.

Corinne felt ready, but before she knew what he was planning, he was on his belly and his broad flat tongue was licking up her slit. She gasped, her hips leaping off the bed. Her high school boyfriend had gone down on her and she’d had her first orgasm. She’d loved it, but he’d quit when she refused to return the favor. He broke up with her soon thereafter and was soon dating a girl with a reputation for easy blowjobs. Simon had expressed no interest in performing oral on her. Now she had an extremely large and prehensile tongue wiggling its way deep into her pussy and it felt wonderful.

Her orgasm exploded from her womb and to her embarrassment, she found herself humping his face as his tongue continued working her pussy, prolonging her orgasm. He finally, slowly withdrew it as her hips lowered back to the mattress. He finished with a long leisurely lick up her slit, the tip of his tongue flickering over her sensitive clit before he sucked it between his lips giving her a quick smaller orgasm Leon sat up. His lower face and chin were soaked. She wanted to apologize, but he was grinning. He looked down at his cock, pushing it down. Corinne raised her head to watch it enter her when she realized what was about to happen. “Do you have a condom?” she asked, gazing lustfully at the monster cock. Leon snorted derisively. “Seriously, I’m not protected and it’s a bad time.”

“Look at that black cock, Corinne.”

“Oh, I am. I am.” His cock looked even bigger after telling him she wasn’t protected. She could have stared at it forever.

“Have you ever seen a condom that would fit that thing?” he asked. She kept her gaze on his cock as he smacked it down on her blonde pubic hair a couple of times. She slowly shook her head. “Is that a deal-breaker?”

Corinne whimpered with desire for his ebony cock. She wanted him to be the first man to fuck her bareback. It wasn’t right that there should be anything between the outside of his cock and the inside of her pussy. “No, it’s not a deal-breaker,” she whispered. “Just don’t cum inside me,” she begged.

Leon nodded. He slid back a little, the head of his cock sliding down her pubic mound and down. He pressed the head against her slit and pushed. Corrine gasped as she opened up for him. Her pussy lips

spread wide around the glans. She gasped as the corona of his cock head flickered over her swollen clitoris as it pushed inside her. “Fuck yeah,” he groaned feeling the heat of her pussy squeezing around the head of his cock. He worked it around some, pushing a little deeper.

“You feel so good,” she moaned, raising her hips into his cock.

“You too, baby.” The crown flickered over her clit again as he pulled it almost all the way out before pushing it back in, a little deeper this time.

“Mmmm,” she sighed contentedly but looking down sadly at his cock. “I’ll only be able to take about half,” she said.

Leon snorted. “We’ll see,” he said, smirking and looking as smug as Frank had in the hot tub.

Corinne didn’t want to tell him she routinely thought of him while getting off on a giant black vibrator.

She closed her eyes as she felt her pussy clamping down tightly around his cock, her muscles spasmed inwards, pulling at his cock like she was trying to coax the cum out of it. “I’m cumming,” she moaned, her vaginal muscles tugging on his shaft while squirting all around it. “Ohhhh!” she cried arching her back as he pushed his cock in as far as she could take. She was gasping when her body lowered back down to the mattress.

Corinne gazed up at him lovingly. This was better than her fantasies. He was pushing his cock forwards.

She was about to tell him to stop, but it was feeling really good. His cock head was pressed against her cervix. It was throbbing and each time it pulsed, she felt a sticky warmth. At first, she feared he’d broken his promise and was cumming inside her, but she’d seen him cum. The fluid he was releasing inside her was closer to one of Simon’s orgasms. He pushed again. This time the barrier seemed weaker. Another few pulses and more squirts of precum, she found herself relaxing as his cock pushed through into her womb. She stared down between her legs as inch after inch entered her until his crotch ground into hers. “How?” she gasped as he leaned down over her. She wrapped her arms around his back. Their lips met. Corinne could no longer control herself and dug her nails into his back as her body began shaking violently. She cried out into his lips as her first truly large orgasm rocked her body now that she’d reached her potential. She relaxed and collapsed into the pillow. Staring in disbelief up into his grinning face. “How?” she asked again.

“I had to resize your pussy,” he told her. Leon gave her a quick kiss on the lips, arching his back so that he could kiss down her neck, to her breasts, sucking the left nipple between his lips and gently clamping his teeth down around it.

Corinne cried out again, humping her hips up into his cock as she came hard again. “Resized?” she asked confused as he sat back upon his knees. He cupped his arms under her legs, preparing to truly fuck her.

“Did Tonja?” She regretted asking it the moment the words left her mouth. Leon froze for a moment, but with his cock hard and buried in her pussy, he wasn’t about to call it quits even if he felt guilty.

“Yeah,” he answered. “Her too. Black women back home could take the whole thing.” He paused.

“Come to think of it, I’m not sure any of them was virgins though.” He spread her legs open wider and lifted her hips off the bed, lining her pussy up with his cock.

Corinne was already holding her breath in anticipation. Leon started working his hips, slowly at first, keeping most of his cock inside her. She started whimpering as he picked up speed, pulling a few inches

out before thrusting it forwards and then a few more inches. She cried out, cumming all over his cock when he was fucking her with half it’s length. She tried desperately to fuck him back, trying to get his entire cock to stay inside her, but it was to no avail. The whimpers turned to moans and then gasps as half his cock became two thirds. Gasps became screams as Leon picked up speed, skillfully withdrawing almost his entire cock before burying it back in up to his pubes. The crown of his cock head flickered over her clit before plunging back into her womb. Corinne started cumming every three strokes, but he was moving so fast, it felt like she was having one long continuous orgasm. Finally, after nearly ten minutes, Leon pushed his cock deep and froze. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath.

He wasn’t done yet. Leon dropped her legs and leaned down over her, propping his large torso above her with his strong arms on either side of her. Her eyes looked up into his. She wrapped her legs around his hips. He lowered himself kissing her again before pushing himself back up. Leon started bucking his hips again. Simon would have last five strokes at that kind of pace, but Napoleon Johnson and his ancestors had been bred to be bulls by Corinne’s ancestors and she wasn’t the first Cox to be seeded by a black bull nor would she be the last.

She was cumming again, hard around the relentless pounding of his mighty cock. All her orgasms seemed to be building up to one giant orgasm. Leon was sweating heavily and his face looked strained.

“Gettin’ close,” he growled.

“Pull out,” she reminded him, crossing her ankles around his hips. He pushed up, but she tightened her hold. “Not yet,” she pleaded. “More, please. Gonna cum. Not yet.” She grabbed his biceps, squeezing the hard-unyielding muscles.

“Can’t hold…”

“Not yet,” she said, trembling and raising her hips off the bed into the thrusts of his cock. “Keep fucking me. Don’t pull out yet. Just don’t cum… inside… me… cum inside me.” She locked her legs and squeezed them so tightly, the lower half of her body raised up into the thrusts of his cock. “I’m cumming! Oh god, I’m cumming!” So was Leon. He grunted, bellowing like a bull as he arched his back and the first blast of his hot seed filled her womb. It was exactly what her body had been waiting for. “OH GOD!” she screamed. “GAWD DAMN! GOD DAM… BALLA!”

Her orgasm lasted through five ejaculations of his cock. “Oh god, pull out.” She begged, finally relaxing her legs’ grip around his hips. “Pull out,” she said again, he was still cumming and his seed was filling her womb up so fast it was beginning to hurt. It was halfway out when the sixth wad of black sperm splattered hard over her open cervix.

Her stomach looked slightly distended from being so full as she stared down at it, watching in awe as Leon’s gigantic cock rose up above her blonde pubic mound, jerking upwards and spewing out a long strand up white semen. A teaspoon’s worth of sperm reached as far as her nose. A larger wad covered her mouth. The rest of the strand was splattering on her chest, breasts, and stomach even as the next shot of ejaculate was leaving the tip of Leon’s rapidly bobbing cock. This strand reached as far as her chin with more covering her breasts. More shot from the head of Leon’s cock even as he grabbed it to steady it. Corinne watched him bend it left, a fan of white coming out to cover the top of her breasts. He bent if right and did the same to her right tit. Then he started stroking it, the last of his seed, squirting out only a few inches, but it was enough to form a puddle around her bellybutton.

She’d been right worrying about the mess, but wrong believing that it would be disgusting. Everywhere his sperm had touched was warm and tingling like it was giving her those little electric shocks she often felt whenever she and Leon touched. Her hands slipped off his biceps, her fingers tentatively touching the large white wads of semen covering her tits even as her tongue flickered out and licked up the semen around her lips. He tastes good, she thought with surprise, rubbing his semen around her nipples, spreading her hands out and making sure she rubbed his rich seed into every spot of her exposed breast flesh.

Leon’s cock had deflated and was lying across her stomach, so long, the head fell off her side. It was still throbbing like it had a life of its own, but the throbbing was in sync with the swelling of his chest as he breathed deeply. He watched her with fascination as her hand came down, pushing his cock out of the way so that she could scoop up the pool of semen in her stomach. She brought her hand up to her mouth, her tongue lapping his seed up. Leon growled with lust. “You should get cleaned up and go,” he said, even as his cock swelled slightly, the head rising back up off her side and on to her stomach.

“You shouldn’t have cum in me,” she scolded, looking down her body and realizing that her feet were on the bed and she was holding her hips off the mattress, keeping his seed inside her.

“You didn’t give me much choice,” he answered with a smile.

“It felt incredible,” she conceded, rubbing his cum into her ribs and under her breasts.

“If it makes you feel any better, there’s a fifty percent chance, I’m infertile.”

Corinne nodded, knowing the Johnson’s had been trying to conceive for years. She had her doubts, looking at the wads of semen she hadn’t smeared into her body yet. They were rich and thick, more the consistency of pudding when compared to Simon’s runny weak semen.

“You should go,” he said again, watching her slide off the bed, cupping her hands under her pussy as she ran to the bathroom. She stepped into the shower even as she was turning the water on. She moved her hands and let his cum pour out of her pussy as the hot water began cleaning her body. Her womb still felt full of sperm even as the semen pouring from her pussy slowly turning to a trickle. Corinne grabbed the small complimentary bottle of body wash and began cleaning off her breasts. Leon was staring at her in the shower. He was wide-eyed, watching her clean off her luscious body. “Corinne, this was a one-time thing, okay?”

“Agreed,” she said, looking at him and then down at the hard cock sticking straight out between his legs.

He’d gotten a hard again watching her. She wanted it again. Leon gave her body one last sweep of his eyes, looking regretful, before closing the door.

It took her a while to feel clean and when she did, she suddenly felt shy. She grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her body as she opened the door. The hotel towel did little to cover her buxom Coxville body and either the tops of her nipples were sticking out or her lower ass and pussy were visible. She opened the door to the bathroom. Leon was sitting on the bed, holding his head down in his hands guiltily. His cock was still semi-hard, sticking out, but drooping between his legs. “Hand me my robe?”

He looked up and stood, walking over to the door. “You little slut,” he said, but not angrily. “You told me it got caught in the door.” Her robe was sitting in a pile on the floor, at least a foot from the door.

She gazed at it in surprise. “No! I swear, it felt like it got caught and yanked right off my body, so hard it made me stumble.”

“Well, what’s done is done,” he said, tossing it to her.

She motioned him to turn around. He cocked an eyebrow at the silliness of the request but turned his back to her. She dropped the towel and tied the robe back on though she had a strong urge to hug him from behind, press her breasts against his back before reaching around and stroking his cock back to erection. She sighed. “Alright, then I guess it’s goodnight.”

“Yes, goodnight Ms. Cox.” At first, Leon looked like he wasn’t going to turn around and look at her again, but he was always a gentleman. “I’ll see you to your room.” He followed her to the door. He stood behind it so that no one in the hall could see his nude body, but he needn’t have worried as the hall was empty this late. She hesitated at the door, looking up at him, wondering if they might share one last kiss.

Leon just nodded. “Goodnight,” he said again, nodding.

“Goodnight.” Corinne walked out the door and down to her room. Leon watched her through a crack in the door. She stood at her door, reaching into the pocket on her robe for the key card which wasn’t there. “Oh!”

“What’s wrong?”

“I think I left the key in my room.” She turned and looked at him.

Leon arched an eyebrow. “I’ll check the floor.” He shut the door and looked around to see if it had fallen out of her robe, but there was no sign of it. He opened the door again. “It’s not in here.”

“I’m pretty sure I left it in my room.”

“Come on back and I’ll call the front desk.” Leon let her back inside his room and shut the door. He called down to the lobby waiting as it rang several times, but there was no answer. It was late, but someone should have been on duty.

“No answer? I’ll just go on down to the lobby.” Corinne made for the door.

“Wait!” said Leon. “It’s late. We can call again in the morning. You can stay here tonight.”

“Really?”

“Yes, just stay on your side of the bed and keep that robe on.”

“Of course,” she agreed, nodding. Leon walked around to the far side of the bed, big cock swinging back and forth between his legs. She watched him slide under the covers. He slid as close to the side as he could go, but his broad chest still took up a lot of his side of the bed. She turned the light off and joined him, staying near the edge. She turned on her side, facing away from him. She wasn’t sure if she’d be able to fall asleep. Leon apparently didn’t have the same problem and was soon snoring. She was hot in the robe and wanted to take it off, but didn’t. She rolled over on her back, keeping her eyes closed and breathing slowly.



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“We’ll let them knock and you can slip out when they give up.” Leon stepped back from the door.

Corinne looked at the second black man, the one with the beard, the one that had come to her in the sauna. He was even bigger and more powerful-looking then Leon. He was nude and his cock was a true monster. It wasn’t fully hard, but it was sticking out, rippling sinuously like a serpent, the head slowly emerged from its hood and she wouldn’t have been shocked to see a forked tongue flicker out from his pee slit. “White man, dey breed me good. Strong to work and good to breed,” he said, his voice deep and masculine. “Dey make ya too, Corinne. Dey made ya too good. The white man, dey not ‘nuff for ya.

Ya needs da big nigga cock now.” She nodded, agreeing with him. The shadow man grabbed the back of her robe and pushed her forwards. She fell out of her robe, nude and straight into Leon’s arms.

“Jesus! Corinne, what are you doing?” Leon’s large black hands caressed around her bare breasts, thumb and forefinger pinching and tugging on her nipples. She felt an electric jolt when he touched her nipples that had them swelling nearly an inch long.

The bearded black man stepped beside Leon, whispering in his ear. “Big white, Coxville titties.”

“Big white Coxville titties,” Leon mumbled, staring at them in awe.

“I think my robe got caught in the door,” she explained, trembling as she stood nude before him. She tried and failed not to moan as he played with her breasts. She stared down at his pajamas as the waistband opened and the head of his cock poked out. It quickly uncoiled, swelling and falling forwards.

Her hand rose and grabbed his shaft, just under the head. There was another electric jolt that sent a spasm through her pussy and his cock swelled so big, she feared it was about to explode. This was no plastic dildo. This was a fourteen-inch black cock and it was throbbing with heat and life. She caressed and stroked it while he played with her nipples.

“Look at her tits,” whispered the shadow man. “Pink swollen nipples.”

“Fuck, your tits are gorgeous. Your nipples are so pink and long.”

“Your cock… it’s so big… and black. I’ve never touched a real man’s cock before.” Corinne stared down at it, watching her hand stroke it. Her engagement diamond sparkled in the light, but all she saw was her white hand on his black cock. She tore her eyes off it and looked into his dark piercing eyes then over into the even darker eyes of the shadow man.

“Ya’ need ma nigger seed. Ma’ nigger dick,” he told her.

“I’ve never fucked a real man’s cock before.”

“Ya’ want it so come n’ get it.”

Corinne tossed and turned in her sleep. Leon was licking her pussy again, rising up prepared to penetrate her. He was telling her he didn’t have a condom. He was asking, “Is that a deal-breaker?”

“Ya’ need ma nigger seed, girl,” said the bearded man.

“No, it’s not a deal-breaker,” she whispered. “Just don’t cum inside me,” she begged.

“Cum inside me,” whispered the stranger in her ear.

Corinne spread her legs wider as Leon resized her pussy to accommodate his cock. As Leon slowly buried his entire cock inside her and she shuddered in orgasm she realized the bearded man was right. The white man would no longer be enough for her. Her mind and body, her very soul belonged to black cock now. She was a slave and black cock was her master.

The bearded man climbed on the bed. His cock was no longer a wriggling serpent, but a rock-hard ebony club. He moved behind Leon, bending his cock down like he was about to fuck Leon in the ass. Corinne wanted to scream out a warning, but it was too late. Leon grunted but kept fucking her. The shadow man’s cock, the shadow man himself pushed right into Leon, merging into him and becoming one.

“Can’t hold…”

“Not yet,” she said, trembling and raising her hips off the bed into the thrusts of his cock. “Keep fucking me. Don’t pull out yet. Just don’t cum… inside… me… cum inside me.” She locked her legs and squeezed them so tightly, the lower half of her body raised up into the thrusts of his cock. “I’m cumming! Oh god, I’m cumming!” So was Leon. He grunted, bellowing like a bull as he arched his back and the first blast of his seed filled her womb.

“Ya’ need ma nigger seed.”

Nigger seed was what her body had been waiting for. “OH GOD!” she screamed. “GOD DAMBALLA!” The bearded man’s head fell sideways out of Leon’s head so that it looked like she was being seeded by a two-headed man, only the bearded man’s head was hanging sideways as if his neck had snapped. His spectral form faded, pulling back out of Leon, fading away to nothing. “DAMBALLA!” she screamed.

“Come back to me, Damballa. Please? I love you, Damballa. I love you.”

“Ya’ want it so come n’ get it.” His voice echoed in her ears.



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Corinne woke up. She was on her side again, but this time facing Leon. The covers had pulled back mostly down his chest and enough light was coming in from outside the window, she could see his sexy muscles. She raised herself up and twisted around so that she could see the alarm clock. It was a little after 3:00 am. She’d been asleep an hour. She didn’t remember her dream, but it was about Leon and it had left her considerably aroused.

Corinne’s hand came out from under the cover to rest on Leon’s chest. He shuffled but remained asleep.

She could feel his heart beating under her palm before sliding her hand over one brown nipple and across his pectorals. Rubbing his chest was doing nothing to quench the building fire in her loins.

Already, her nipples were straining hard, the sensitive nubs scraping the cloth of her robe. She took her hand off his chest long enough to loosen the belt on her robe so that she could pull it open and give her nipples relief from the constant scraping.

She moved her hand over to the blanket and pulled it down revealing more of Leon’s torso, releasing it just under his navel. His muscles formed hard half circles on either side of his navel. She slid her hand across them and up over the ridges of his abdomen before moving back to his chest. She slid her hand across to the far side before moving slowly back down over his ribs and abdominals, the far side of his stomach before her hand slid under the covers.

His shaft was swollen and laying across his farther thigh. Her hand cupped it, following it down to his scrotum. His balls were huge with just one tennis ball-sized testicle filling her palm. Together, they were so large, he had to sleep with his legs slightly open to give them room. It’s heavy too, she thought, letting her fingers knead one of the hairy testicles. He’d emptied them only a short time ago, but already they felt full of sperm again.

She slid her hand back up to the base of his cock. This time, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling it grow in her hand as it swelled with blood. She slid her hand up, feeling the blood pulsing in the large blue-black vein that ran up the underside. His cock rose off his thigh, straightening out as it hardened, her hand sliding up the increasingly erect shaft. She raised it up off his stomach until the blanket slid down and she could see it. Her heart rate increased as she looked over at her white hand sliding along the shaft of his big black cock. Leon snorted but remained asleep.

Corinne moved slowly, trying not to wake him as she straddled his crotch, bringing her pussy down on the base of his shaft. He moved under her weight and his snoring stopped, but his eyes remained closed.

She slid her crotch up until her pussy lips ran over the tip of his cock, spreading apart as she pushed down against it. She gasped loudly as the head entered her, cumming when Leon’s lips closed down around one of her nipples. She moaned, sliding back into his shaft even as his hips raised pushing more inside her. She whimpered sliding her crotch back until she’d taken his entire cock.

Corinne looked down at her black lover. Her nipple was stretched out, pulling her breast up towards his mouth. He didn’t look mad and what man could have resisted having a perfectly shaped EE-cup breast dangling a long-swollen nipple before his eyes? He released her nipple, looking up into her eyes until she leaned down and kissed his lips. They moaned into each other’s mouths, grinding their crotches together as she laid on top of him.

They kissed for a good five minutes until she pushed herself up, sitting in his lap, and shrugging the robe off her shoulders so that she was nude again. Corinne slowly started bouncing in his lap, riding his cock while staring down into his eyes. Leon raised his large hands and caressed her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples. She sat in his lap, trembling as she came all around his shaft. Her vaginal muscles were squeezing all around it, tugging on it, trying to coax the seed from his balls. It was the first of several orgasms that left her too exhausted to ride him anymore.

Leon took over, moving his hands from her breasts to her butt cheeks. He lifted her halfway up his cock, holding her ass tightly as he started pistoning his cock up and down. Corinne leaned over him squealing in pleasure. “Oh god! Fuck me, Leon! Fuck me! Give me that black cock. AAAAHH! Cumming!” Another orgasm followed quickly on top of the last. “God, I love your cock.”

“Fuck, you’re hot,” growled Leon. “Shit! Getting close. I’ll pull out.”

“NO!” she cried. “Please! I need your nigger seed. Your nigger cock.”

Leon’s thrusts stumbled in surprise but kept fucking her. “Fuck yeah! Gonna seed that pussy good.” He grunted loudly, pulling her down on his entire cock.

“YES,” she moaned, throwing her head back and grinding her crotch into his. “Nigger cock. Love nigger cock. Give me all your nigger seed. Love nigger seed.” Her moans turned into a scream as she got what

she wanted. He held her still while she thrashed around on his cock. “All of it. I want all of it,” she whimpered, her head falling forwards, blonde hair hanging down and covering her face.

Her womb once again full, his seed began leaking down through her cervix, running down his shaft until it was spreading out over his pubic hair and running down his balls. She was frozen, swaying a little, still impaled on his shaft for several minutes. His cock turned from its hardest to shrinking some, giving his semen more room to pour out of her pussy. “Damn gurl, that was hot!”

“You’re amazing,” she groaned, finally moving and tossing her hair back so that he could see her face again. She gazed down at him in awe, a satisfied smile across her face.

“What was up with the “N” word?” he asked, not looking angry. He was running his hands along her arms and down her sides, caressing, before moving his attention back to her breasts.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t know where that came from.”

“I’m sure it came from growing up in Coxville,” he said, tweaking her nipples. He seemed as fascinated by her breasts as she was with his cock. “You have quite the potty mouth for an innocent farm girl from Climax.”

Corinne blushed so red; she wished her hair was still hanging in her face. “Sorry, I…” She didn’t want to tell him it was his wife’s fault; she had a dirty mouth. “I… um… bought a large black sex toy… and it came with a movie by the uh rather well-hung black actor…”

“Long Dong Lorenzo Doyle?”

Corinne paused. “Yeah, how’d you…?”

“We graduated high school together. He was always talking about going to L.A. to make it big in the porn industry. Wanted me to come with him, but I had my football scholarship.”

“Oh! Well, I guess It just felt right to talk like the women in the scenes with him. Sorry, I…”

“I didn’t say, I didn’t like it. You keep talking dirty, gurl.” Leon smacked her thigh, several times until Corinne slowly lifted herself off his shrunken cock. She slid out of the bed and ran for the bathroom, cupping her hands between her legs until she was able to step in the tub.

Embarrassed, Corinne squatted in the tub like she was trying to pee out all his semen. The shower water slowly turned warm and then hot. She stood, adjusting it a little cooler. Leon had an open bar of soap resting on the ledge. She grabbed it and began washing the insides of her thighs and around her blonde pubes. She was running the bar of soap across her stomach towards her breasts when the curtain was pulled open and Leon stepped into the bathtub with her. She stared at him in awe in the well-lit bathtub. He was looking down at her equally taken with her body.

“Can I have it when you’re finished?” He pointed at the soap and then down at his crotch. His pubic hair was matted and wet.

Corinne looked at the soap in her hand and at his crotch. Instead of handing it to him, she brought her hands over to his crotch and started lathering it while staring up at him. He grunted but didn’t stop her.

She cleaned up to his stomach and down under the base of his crotch to his scrotum. His balls seemed to get heavier in her hand as she washed them. She lowered her gaze from his eyes and down to his

cock watching her hand lather the base of his shaft, her soapy hand running along the floppy shaft towards the head watching it swell until it was no longer dangling between his legs. His soapy cock grew and she dropped the soap and grabbed the shaft, running her hand back down to the base and up to the head. It rose until it was sticking straight out.

He grabbed her wrist so suddenly, she gasped. He held it tightly, turning his crotch into the stream of water and letting the shower wash the suds off. Leon released her wrist, grabbing her hips and facing her towards the back of the shower. He moved behind her, taking her arms and moving her hands up to brace against the back wall until she was leaning forwards, slightly bent down. He stooped over her and she could see his hard cock sticking out between her thighs, running back along her pussy until it disappeared. “FFUUCCKK!!” she groaned as his cock penetrated her again.

Leon fucked her hard, rhythmically and steadily. Sometimes, his hands were on her hips, pulling back into his thrusts. Sometimes they were sliding up her back or sides, grabbing her shoulders as he slapped his thighs into hers. Sometimes, they slid under her arms and squeezed her breasts or pinched her nipples as he fucked even more orgasms out of her. “Cumming Leon. I’m cumming all over your big black cock.” He growled as she spoke, fucking her harder. “So good,” she squealed, tears running down her cheeks. “Big black nigger cock is so good,” she hissed, softly, pushing off the wall, fucking him back.

“Need your nigger sperm.”

“Fuck bitch! You want it, here it is.” He buried his cock, pumping the third load of semen into her receptive pussy. He filled her womb with three voluminous loads before yanking It out and shooting several more across her back. He squeezed up along his shaft, jerking two more wads out of it before releasing it. Corinne felt it resting on her crack. She could feel it pulsing along with the beats of his heart.

She felt it droop until eventually, it fell on her back. “Damn Corinne, this feels so right,” he said, pulling back until his cock slid down off her body. He turned around and let the water wash over his torso before stepping out of the shower.

Corinne stood up and backed into the spray, letting it wash the semen off her back. If he’d cum all over her front, she’d be rubbing his seed all over her body again. She turned and bent to get the soap up, washing herself off again and trying to force more rivers of semen out of her body.

“I guess we’ll make it a one-night thing instead of a one-time thing,” he said when she rejoined him in bed.

“I guess so,” she agreed, slipping under the covers and facing away from him. Leon surprised her by turning into her and pulling her into his body. He leaned in and kissed her shoulder before wrapping his powerful arm around her body and cupping her breast. This did feel right. She never felt this protected or possessed sleeping in Simon’s arms. She closed her eyes and quickly fell asleep.

An hour later, she woke back up as Leon pinched and tugged on her nipple until it turned fully hard under his ministrations. His hard cock was pressed into her back, sliding down as he pulled his hips back.

She lifted her leg so that he could slide it between her thighs. The head found the entrance to her pussy, pushing in as Leon bent over and kissed her neck. He slowly began fucking her as she turned her neck, her lips finding his. It was a slow steady fuck from behind. They kissed through most of it. This time there were no words, only noises from their throats, gasps of pleasure, whimpers, and moans, and finally, a loud grunt as his cock pumped a fourth load of sperm into her womb.

Leon was on his back, snoring again when she got back from the shower. She glanced at the clock. The alarm would go off in under two hours. She was exhausted and tired, but she also felt wonderful. She slipped back into bed, this time facing her black lover. She snuggled up next to him, resting her leg over his and one arm possessively on his chest, falling contentedly asleep seconds later.

She woke in the same position with the sun in her eyes through the window. She moved her leg off him and stretched, her hand running down his hard chest, over his stomach, stopping at his crotch. She fondled it, shaking her head in amazement. Even after, last night, it was semi-hard. She kneaded his floppy cock until it stiffened and straightened out. Corinne slid closer, resting her head on his chest so that she could look down at his cock as she held it up for her eyes to take in all its glory. What a magnificent black beast! Unfortunately, her pussy felt a little sore from taking him four times last night, though she would have liked to have said goodbye to it properly.

Corinne stroked it, watching her white hand glide up and down his thick shaft. The light from the window glistened off the very top of his shaft as the opening began leaking precum. His chest was still rising and falling rhythmically from sleep as she slid her body down his, leaning over his hip, she pulled his cock down and kissed the head, letting her lips rest on the tip, tasting the precum. She remembered how good his semen had tasted last night when she rubbed his cum into her body. Her tongue flickered out and twirled around the head. He hadn’t showered after fucking her from behind and she could taste the dried seminal fluids and her own juices on the crown of his cock. She didn’t care, a growing desire to have his cock in her mouth filling her. She kissed the tip again, parting her lips, she began to take his cock into her mouth.

Corinne did her best. She gagged, wanting to choke when just the crown scraped past her upper lip. She relaxed her jaw, slowly bobbing her head over her black boss’s 14” cock. What a challenge sucking his big black cock was! She almost wished she’d practiced sucking a man off on Simon. Almost. Not that he was a real man, like Leon, but it would have made her familiar with the motions. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she strained to get the head past her uvula and into her throat. Leon groaned and spread his legs. He was awake now, his head lifted up, looking down at the lovely white woman with half his black cock shoved down her throat. She continued bobbing her head while looking up at him. She had the strange feeling that she should be thanking him for allowing her to suck his perfect cock. The tears continued, but now they were from sadness and not the strain of taking his cock. She’d never have this cock again! Given time and more practice, she would learn to swallow the whole thing. She could give Leon the blow job he truly deserved.

“Damn gurl, you’re a great cocksucker,” groaned Leon.

His words filled her with joy and she wished she could look up at him, but she was staring straight at the black hole of his belly button just as his pubic hairs tickled her lips. She did it! She had taken the entirety of his shaft. She exhaled through her nose, pushing herself up his cock. Her head was angled down to get his shaft down her throat. The position was awkward, but his cock was so unyielding, it didn’t want to bend in her throat. She bobbed her head rapidly until the need to gag grew again as his shaft seemed to swell even large. His cock shuddered and suddenly her empty belly felt full.

The threat of gagging was so great, Corinne had to push up and off. His cock was continuously pumping sperm down her throat as it receded into her mouth which filled so fast, her cheeks were bulging out and cum was dribbling down her chin. She was forced to gulp it down while taking a big breath of air in

through her nose just as his cock left her mouth and coated her face with another hot blast off its seed.

Another wad hit her chest and the top of her breasts just as her brain was registering how great his sperm had tasted. Before she’d even caught her breath, she was wrapping her lips back around the head off his cock so that he could fill her mouth with more of his delicious seed.

Leon sighed contentedly as she jerked the shaft of his cock to get more of his sperm into her mouth. “I swear Coxville women are natural-born cocksuckers,” he said, a satisfied grin spreading across his handsome face. “Oh shit! Look at the time.”

Corinne frowned as his cock was pulled away from her as Leon jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. She licked around her lips, using her finger to push more semen off her cheeks and into her mouth. Her hands moved down to her chest, rubbing his cum into her skin and over her breasts.

Everywhere his seed touched seemed to tingle with warmth. Her distended nipples expanded larger than she’d ever seen them as she ran her cum covered fingers around them. She felt wonderful.

They shared the shower again. There was some washing of each other’s bodies, but no hanky-panky as they both needed to get downstairs to the seminar. Leon finished first as he had less hair to wash and his body wasn’t covered in semen. Before he left the shower, he turned facing her and cupped both her cheeks with his hands. “Thank you for a wonderful night,” he told her, lowering his head to hers and giving her a very affectionate kiss before stepping out of the shower. She watched him towel dry while running her soapy hands all over her breasts. He brushed his teeth and shaved a bit as she was turning the water off.

Corinne followed him, drying herself off and walking out into the bedroom. “Aww,” she complained, watching Leon step into his briefs. He looked up at her. “You just put your cock away,” she explained, grabbing her robe.

“One last look can’t hurt,” he said, with a grin. He reached in and pulled his slack cock out. Even, flaccid it was more than twice as big around as Simon’s and twice as long. Corinne couldn’t take her eyes off it.

She gazed hungrily at it, tongue flickering out to moisten her lips. Leon felt the blood began flowing back into his cock, he quickly tucked it back into his briefs before it turned hard again. “Aww,” he echoed, as Corinne tied the belt on the terry cloth robe around her waist.

She pulled the end of the belt and felt it untie until her robe fell open. “Until you leave,” she explained, letting the robe fall back to the floor.

Leon stared at her nude body while dressing and it didn’t help the swelling in his cock go down. “I’ll tell the lobby to send someone up to let you into your room,” he told her while tightening his tie.

“Here, let me,” she said, stepping up to him and straightening his tie for him.

“I’ll tell our class you’re running late,” he told her, taking one last longing look at her breasts before stepping out into the hallway.



**********

“Do not imagine friends, that leadership is a pleasure,” said Leon.

“On the contrary, it is a deep and heavy responsibility,” finished Corinne as she strode into the room.

“Ah Mrs. Cox has arrived,” said Leon, a broad grin spreading across his face. He couldn’t stop smiling while looking at her and he couldn’t stop looking at her. She was wearing her sexiest business professional outfit, the white button in front blouse, black skirt, and black heels.

She gazed adoringly back at her boss, smiling just as broadly.

Frank and Sam glanced at each other, both realizing that the dynamic between Corinne and Leon had changed since yesterday. The two were energized and their joint enthusiasm rubbed off on the crowd.

They got a standing ovation when Leon ended with his line, “And that my friends, is the Napoleon Johnson method. Tomorrow, I’ll teach you the art of winning. He moved down to sit behind a table while Corinne stacked up copies of his book for him to autograph. Nearly everyone at the seminar was lining up to purchase a copy.

“Wow! That went well,” said Corinne, packing away the leftover books. “Are… are we still having dinner?”

Leon sighed and looked over at her. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” His eyes swept longingly down to her bosom. She noticed and almost immediately her nipples became more prominent through her blouse eliciting a gulp from Leon. “Frankly, I don’t trust myself alone with you.”

Corinne couldn’t help smiling at that. “Me neither. I… I think I’ll just go play tourist then.”

Leon nodded. “I’ll have some drinks with Frank and Sam, then maybe I’ll work out my frustrations in the fitness center. Have fun.”

“You too,” she said, glancing down desirously at his crotch. He noticed and blood began flowing into his penis causing it to rapidly swell. Corinne sighed longingly and left the conference room to go change in her room.



**********

Corinne spent most of the late afternoon walking through Hollywood, looking for stars on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. For dinner, she simply had a taco off a food truck, but it was the best taco she’d ever had.

She didn’t have the greatest time exploring Hollywood. More men then usual approached her and men always approached her. She got several, “You oughta be in pictures, sweetheart.” And one she was pretty sure was a legitimate producer and one she was pretty sure was an agent for adult film stars. He left his business card with her. A few others were simply men asking if they could show her around or asking if she’d join him for a cup of coffee.

If she’d had her way, she and Leon would have gone back to his room, fucked, ordered room service, before fucking and sucking all night long. She couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his cock…

All the male eyes in the lobby locked on her as she entered the hotel. She was wearing tight jeans, sneakers with no socks, and a blue tank top that left some skin showing above her jeans but didn’t show her navel. She was daydreaming about Leon, her nipples were hard and bouncing on the ends of her breasts. “Hold the elevator,” she called, noticing it was closing. “Thanks…” she said, noting the only other occupant was Leon. She flushed.

Beads of sweat covered his forehead as well as the rest of his body. He was in workout clothes, a tight white tee shirt that hugged his muscles and sweat shorts. He smelled deliciously manly. “D-did you have f-fun?” he asked, wincing at his nervous stutter.

“Yeah,” she shrugged, “but not as much fun as last night.” She couldn’t believe she’d said that and she turned bright red. Leon made a choking sound. They remained silent until the elevator’s doors opened.

They both tried to exit at the same time, comically squeezing in together before stepping out of the elevator. Leon stopped at his door, pulling his keycard out. He watched her walk over to her room.

“What?” she asked, pushing the key card into the lock.

“Just making sure, you have your key.”

Corinne winked at him and pushed her door open, strolling into the room. She pulled her top off over her head and tossed it on the foot of the bed, her bra quickly following it. She undid the buttons on her jeans, spinning around as she pushed them down over her hips. Leon was standing in the doorway, watching her, breathing heavily. “Leon!” she said, surprised, but continuing to strip down to her panty.

“Y-you left your door open,” he said, confused. “I took it for an invite.”

Corinne looked at her open door. She must have left it open, subconsciously. “It was,” she said, raising her hand and using her finger to say, “come hither.” Leon stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and approached the lovely blonde. Corinne reached into his sweat shorts and pulled his cock out, looking up into his eyes. He gulped. She quickly sat down on the bed, pulling his sweats down, her lips engulfing the head of his rising cock.

“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, throwing his head back. It took seconds for his cock to turn rock hard.

Corinne grabbed his ass cheeks pulling his cock deeper into her mouth. She managed to quite easily take half his cock down her throat. “D-do you want me to shower first?”

Corinne licked along under his shaft, twirling her tongue around the swollen black head of his cock until it plopped out of her mouth. “Fuck no,” she told him, staring up as she swallowed his cock down again.

The sweat combined with the natural scent of his cock made him smell even more masculine and desirable. She slowly raised her head until his cock plopped out of her mouth. She stared at it in awe.

“You know something,” she said, kissing the head of his cock.

“What?”

Her tongue twirled around the knob. “When you interviewed me, I told you that I believed all men were created equal. I don’t believe that anymore.”

“Well, some are more equal than others,” Napoleon responded with a chuckle that turned into a groan as she swallowed his cock back down. He stepped back until his cock pulled free of her mouth. She looked up at him questioningly, her hand stroking his shaft. Leon grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her feet, grabbing her hips and pushing her back towards the room’s table. He lifted her up on the edge and pulled her panty off.

Corinne moaned as he grabbed her feet, squeezing them and pulling her legs open. He stepped forward, the table was the perfect height for his cock to slide right in. Leon held her legs and fucked her hard while staring into Corinne’s eyes. Her lips moved, silently mouthing the words, “fuck me,” over and over,

but no sound came out of her mouth except a constant mewling that turned into a gasp as she came several times over his thrusting cock.

“Gonna cum,” he groaned, breaking eye contact and throwing his head back.

Corinne responded by rapidly bucking her hips off the table, trying to get his cock off faster. “Give me that black cock,” she growled. “I want your nig… seed,” she gritted her teeth trying not to say it, but her womb was aching to be filled with his seed again. He pushed deep, her cock jerking once and filling her womb with a fresh load of semen. “Nigger cock so good,” she cried, her pussy muscles squeezing down around his shaft, trying to hold him still while coaxing as much sperm as it could get from his cock. She screamed embarrassingly loudly as she came hard over his spurting cock.

Leon worked his cock around several times before pulling his hips back. His cock sprang free, spitting out a long strand of semen from her chin to her navel. It bobbed a half dozen more times spewing out more semen with each jerk.

“So good. So good. So good,” she muttered, writhing ecstatically on the table. Her hands were already rubbing his semen into her skin.

“Damn girl,” he grunted, trying to catch his breath. “You’re just about the perfect woman. The picture of sweetness and innocence in public, but built like a porn star and a total cock crazy slut in bed.”

“Only for you Leon,” she purred, rubbing her semen around her nipples. “I’ve never acted like this with any other man. I’ve rarely even cursed in front of Simon.”

“Well, I guess I’m special then,” he replied, his cocky grin returning. He winked at her before stepping away.

Corinne lazily leaned her head up watching his cock swinging from thigh to thigh as he walked over to his sweat pants and began stepping into them. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my room,” he replied, pulling his pants up and shoving his cock into the waistband. She whimpered and sat up, sliding off the table. He looked over at her, grinning again. “Don’t pout. I’ll be back. Let me brush my teeth and shower.”

Corinne wanted the throw her arms around him and kiss him, but she was covered with rapidly drying semen. “I guess I could shower too,” she said, just as clumps of semen began sliding down her thighs.

Leon walked over to the door. “Guess we’ll make this a two-night thing.”

Corinne raised a shoulder while sucking her lower lip into her mouth. She looked over at him leadingly.

“At this point, we might as well make it a one trip thing.”

Leon nodded in agreement. His eyes swept down her body. “Leave the door open,” he growled. His sweats were already tenting from his rapidly swelling cock.



**********

The last day’s seminar was another resounding success. “And remember,” closed Leon. “Man serves the interest of no creature, except himself.” He gave the crowd a thumbs up and received a standing ovation.

Corinne applauded along with the crowd, gazing at him adoringly. He had a dinner meeting with Frank and Sam later and she planned on getting a quick bite and taking a quick nap before he joined her for their third and final night together. She wasn’t even that tired despite getting only two to three hours to sleep between fuck sessions with her boss for the last two nights. Leon seemed to have a rejuvenating effect on her, but she knew tonight there would be even less sleep.

“I’m gonna milk that cock for all it’s worth,” she mumbled, watching Leon approach her.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, with a smile. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’d like to take a nap while you’re at dinner. Just wake me when you come up.” He already had her other key card. “And try not to be too late, Mr. Johnson.

Leon grinned back at her.



**********

“Honestly, I’d rather nap then have dinner with those two jerks again.”

“Who said I was having dinner with Frank and Sam?” He gestured towards a table in the back of the restaurant.

Corinne’s eyes opened wide and her jaw slowly fell open. Leon strode up towards the other black man.

They did some sort of black handshake that she couldn’t follow. “Corinne, this is…”

“Long Dong,” she whispered.

“I was going to say, Lorenzo,” said Leon.

Lorenzo Doyle raised his hands. “Guilty.” He reached one large black hand out and shook her hand while gazing into her eyes. His features weren’t handsome like Leon’s, but his presence was just as masculine if not even more so. “A pleasure,” he said, before releasing her hand.

“Told you, I knew him.” Leon held the chair out for her and she sat down with Leon on her left and Lorenzo on her right.

Dinner came and wine. The two black men got caught up, mostly reminiscing about growing up in Coxville County. Apparently, Lorenzo had a son at Coxville High that played football for the Cocks. She joined in the conversation from time to time especially when they brought up sports, Floyd’s barbecue or visiting lake Cox during the summer.

“Corinne here is a fan. She even has your dildo,” said Leon.

Corinne was sipping her wine as he spoke and spit it out. “Is that so?” asked Lorenzo with a smirk, leaning in and resting his hand on her thigh. She didn’t remove it. She found herself looking back and forth between the two men, sweat forming on her brow. Leon was leering at her predatorily. All the scenes of some porn slut sandwiched between Lorenzo and another actor flashed through her mind.

The next thing she knew, she was in Leon’s room and Lorenzo was shutting the door. “Why did you ask Lorenzo up to your room?”

“You know why?” Leon placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her down.

Corinne fell to her knees between the two men. Both were undoing their pants. She gasped as two fourteen inch black cocks appeared before her eyes. L.D.’s was rising faster, but Leon’s was close behind. She reached out grabbing both cocks, her stroking hands aiding them in turning fully erect. The men adjusted themselves so that their cocks were pointed at her face, one on either side. She leaned left, kissing Leon’s cock, giving it a little lick before turning her head right and kissing Lorenzo’s cock. She didn’t stop with the kiss. Corinne opened her mouth wide and sucked the head of L.D.’s dong into her mouth. His cock was new to her but familiar at the same time. Her dildo was a perfect mold of his penis and it was very similar to Leon’s except that Leon’s was darker. Leon placed his hand on her head and pulled her back, turning her back towards his cock. She moaned as her mouth sucked his shaft in, past her uvula and down her throat until her nose was pressed into his pubes.

“Damn!” said Lorenzo, impressed. “I want me some of dat.” He pulled her head back and turned her back to his cock. She did the same for him, holding still while he flexed his hips, slowly fucking her mouth. She alternated between the two men, sucking one cock while jerking off the other and wondering what she’d do if both wanted to cum down her throat? Her belly could barely handle one of Leon’s loads.

Corinne didn’t have the chance to find out. Both men pulled back and grabbed her arms, helping her up.

They led her to the bed and placed her on all fours. Leon climbed up in front of her, bending his cock back down towards her mouth as he kneeled before her. The bed depressed behind her as Lorenzo kneeled between her legs. “Damn, I’m lookin forward to dis. Haven’t had me any Coxville pussy for a long time and never any white pussy.”

“MMMPPHHH!” grunted Corinne as Lorenzo’s cock pushed past her pussy lips and began stretching her out. It also forced her forwards into Leon’s cock. She didn’t have to do much work sucking Leon as every thrust from L.D. pushed her forwards into Leon’s cock and Leon was thrusting forwards. There had been many scenes similar to this in Long Dong’s movies, but the secondary actor’s cocks never came close to Lorenzo in size. Corinne found herself loving it as she slowly turned cock crazy like many of the black women of Coxville County did. From here on out her purpose would be serving black cock.

L.D. was a skilled porn star and his cock had already made her cum a dozen times before it erupted into her womb. Her body shook as her vaginal muscles contracted all around his bucking cock. Leon’s cock jerked in her mouth and suddenly her belly was full. They filled her with several loads before removing their cocks and spraying the rest of their loads onto her back or in her face.

They caught their breath laying on their backs with Corinne between the two men, her hands playing with both their spent cocks. Leon recovered first, swelling back to erection as she fondled it. “Ride me,”

he ordered.

Corinne was grinning happily as she mounted her boss and slid back into his cock until she could sit up.

“I feel like such a slut,” she moaned, bouncing in his lap. Leon just smirked and gave one ass cheek a light slap before he grabbed her ass and pulled both cheeks apart.

Lorenzo knelt behind her and slapped his cock down between her crack a couple of times. “You’re not a slut until you had a black cock up your ass,” he said.

“Oh!” she gasped. “YES! Do it! Shove that nigger cock up my ass.”

“Spoken like a true slut,” growled Lorenzo, pressing the head of his cock down to the tiny puckered rosebud. She gasped again as his cock pressed down against it until her sphincter slowly opened up for him.

Corinne cried out. “It’s too much! Too much cock!” Lorenzo’s head pushed inside her and she could feel it pressing her skin into Leon’s cock as it slowly slid up into her. “Fuck,” she cried in disbelief. “FUCK!

FUCK ME!” Her body thrashed between them as she came so hard she nearly collapsed. When she recovered, the two men were fucking her, alternatively thrusting forwards while occasionally both would bury and pull back together. “FUCK! I LOVE IT!” She couldn’t stop cumming. This was the best ever. “Love nigger cock,” she whimpered. “Nigger cock in my pussy. Nigger cock in my ass. So good. So good. So good…” She began crying from the pleasure the two big black cocks were giving her.

Leon grunted, his thrusts turning erratic as he grabbed her hips and pulled her down into his lap. His cock bucked several times filling her with his seed. Lorenzo practically fell on top of her and his cock quivered inside her. Her ass was too tight for it to move much and her bowels began filling with his semen. He worked his cock around several times to drain it before pulling out and falling back on the bed.

Corinne slowly worked her way up Leon’s spent cock and fell back between the two men. “Well, I guess I’m officially a slut then,” she said, happily.

“That you are, slut,” said Lorenzo, sitting up and slipping off the bed. Leon climbed off the bed too. “Sit up slut,” ordered Lorenzo. She sat up, watching curiously as he produced a medium-sized bag and pulled out a metal ring. He opened the ring and placed it around her neck.

“What’s this?” she asked, tugging at the ring. It was sealed firmly around her neck. Lorenzo pulled a small bag from the sack and tossed it at Leon. He caught it, grinning as he felt the weight of it. “What’s going on?” She watched Leon upend some of the bags into his palm. He counted out thirty pieces of silver.

“Well,” said Leon, emptying the silver coins back into the sack. “You put in your resignation and I can’t risk Tonja finding out about us, so I just sold you to Leon.”

“You’re going to make a great porn star,” said Lorenzo, hooking a chain into the ring around her neck.

She grabbed the chain as he pulled her to her feet.

“But… but…” She looked at Leon, pleadingly before Lorenzo yanked her forwards and out the door.

Lorenzo led her nude form down the hall. Frank and Sam were knocking on the door to her room. They paused, reaching out to paw her breasts and ass as she passed. “I can’t wait to see her first porn,” said Sam.

“No need to wait,” said Lorenzo, pointing back at the room. Corinne glanced behind her as L.D. kept tugging her down the hall. A camera crew was coming out of the room followed by Leon. Her former boss held up two DVDs. The cover had her kneeling between the two black men. The title was; Corinne Cox’s Black Cock Threeway. He handed them out to the two white men.

The elevator opened as Lorenzo led her into it. He turned her around to face the wall and started fucking her from behind again. The elevator ride was too short for him to finish. When the elevator reached the lobby, the doors opened and stayed there. She looked out into the crowded lobby as dozens of eyes watched her getting fucked. Lorenzo finished and tucked his cock away. He pulled her out into the lobby. Most of the crowd were clapping his performance, congratulating him as he walked past.

Leon and Tonja were in the crowd. Leon was in a tuxedo and Tonja in an evening gown. She shook her head. “See, I told you she was a slut,” said her black friend.

Leon nodded in agreement. “I had no idea.”

Two doormen opened the hotel doors as the black man led the chained naked woman outside. Only it wasn’t outside. The lobby door led straight into a dark theater. Men sat spaced apart, most jerking off.

She walked down the aisle watching the screen playing out the scene of her fucking Leon while Lorenzo took her ass. She glanced down one row of seats. Simon sat there, staring at the screen, jerking off his little penis. Leon and Tonja took their seats as Lorenzo led her up on stage.

The seedy seventies porn theater disappeared. The theater was now filled with people dressed up like Leon and Tonja. They were all applauding. Corinne was no longer naked. She was dressed in a slutty sparkling gown cut down the middle and showing off most of her tits. Her arms were full of awards.

“And the award for best anal scene goes to,” said another buxom sluttily dressed woman. “Goes to…

CORINNE COX!”

Corinne smiled and turned to accept her award as the crowd gave her a standing ovation.

“JESUS!” said Leon, loudly in the crowd.



**********

Corinne jerked awake, breathing heavily. She was wet between the legs and her nipples were straining at her breasts. She turned in a daze to see Leon lit up by the light in the bathroom. He was naked and his cock was totally hard. He was staring at her in awe. “Jesus,” he said again. “That was some dream.”

Dream or nightmare? She wasn’t sure, but it had left her horny for a large black cock. “Just get in here and fuck me,” she said, throwing the sheet off her body.

“Yes, ma’am,” agreed Leon. He made to slide into bed beside her.

“Wait!” she interrupted. “Would you… go down on me first?”

He grinned. “Happy to.”

“No,” she said as he was moving down between her legs. “Like this.” She turned around and got on all fours, resting her arms under the pillow and resting her head on the pillow. His hands slid over her ass cheeks, caressing them and squeezing before his tongue found her pussy slit. “Yes,” she moaned, “Like that.” His tongue licked up and down along her slit, wiggling its way inside her. Leon held it rigid and fucked her with his tongue. She swore it felt almost as big as Simon’s penis.

His tongue flickered over her clit and then back up. “Lick higher,” she whispered. His tongue worked its way up to the back of her vagina. Corinne lowered herself a little, moaning as his tongue licked along her perineum. He slid it back down, wiggling into her folds and then flickering back over her clit. As he was licking back up, she lowered herself further as it reached her perineum again and this time it licked over her anus. Leon hesitated for just the fraction of a second and then his tongue was wiggling against her anus before moving back down. When he licked back up, he continued all the way to her sphincter. This time, his tongue probed at it, pushing inside. Corinne moaned. She’d showered before her nap and had paid special attention while cleaning between her legs. She almost wondered if her subconscious was planning this.

Leon quit wiggling his tongue and kissed her ass cheek. “You like a little anal play?” he asked.

“I want… I want you to fuck me there,” she whimpered, feeling like a whore as soon as the words left her mouth. You’re not a slut until you’ve had a black cock in your ass echoed in her memory, but she couldn’t remember where she’d heard it.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Leon couldn’t sit up quickly enough. “Tonja likes my thumb in her asshole, but she won’t let my cock anywhere near her ass.” His fingers slid between her legs and she heard him rubbing her body’s arousal onto his shaft to lubricate it.

“I want your cock everywhere before we end this,” she told him truthfully.

“I’ll go slow and easy.” Leon grabbed his shaft, gazing at the dark head of his cock and down at the tightly puckered anus. It didn’t look like it could fit, but if Corinne were like the black women back home, she’d take it and love it.

Corinne almost had misgivings when she felt the tip of his cock pushing down between the crack of her butt cheeks and pressing hard against her anus. She tensed up, waiting for the pain as her asshole began pushing inside her body, her anus slowly opening for it. The pain came. She gritted her teeth, sweat forming on her brow. Corinne could feel her cheeks flushing red. “Oh god,” she hissed, slowly exhaling through her nose.

“Fuck,” groaned Leon. “I haven’t done this since high school. Almost in.”

At some point, she’d pushed herself up on all fours. Now, her arms were trembling and she wasn’t sure if they could hold her up much longer. She gave in and lowered her head back down to the pillow. It helped the pain, but it still felt like her anus was about to rip apart. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the head of his cock pushed into her bowels and stopped.

Leon held still, letting her get used to being penetrated like this. He busied himself, caressing and massaging her ass cheeks and running his hands down her back to her long blonde hair. She quit trembling after several minutes. He worked the head of his cock in and out a little, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. Only the initial entry hurt badly, the rest would be a piece of cake. At an inch past the head, she let out a little moan. He slowly fucked her, pushing deeper each time until she was pushing her ass back into his thrusts. “Fuck me,” she mumbled into the pillow.

“I can’t hear you,” he grunted, picking up speed and pulling her ass back into his thrusts.

“FUCK ME!” she cried, pushing herself back up on all fours. “Fuck my ass!” She worked her ass against his shaft, fucking him back as hard as he was fucking her.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he said, happily. “Work that ass, slut,” he said, his hand coming down to slap her cheek.

“OH!” she said, shocked. He spanked her again and before she knew what was happening, her pussy was squirting her orgasm all over his balls. She’d cum from having her ass fucked! She came again too. He fucked her hard to the point she was squealing each time his cock pushed deep in her bowels. Another orgasm squirting all over his balls. Her pussy was contracting like crazy, trying to pull a none existent cock deep inside it.

“Here it cums,” he groaned, giving her another spank as his cock pushed as deep as it would go. It shuddered, trying to jerk, but her anus tightly gripped the shaft just as the first load of semen shot into her bowels.

Leon pulled back pumping it slowly in and out until his balls were drained. He kept it inside until his cock lost some of it’s swell before pulling it out. His cum welled up inside her, following his exiting cock and began to pour out of the hole in her anus just as Leon collapsed beside her. She didn’t want to move, but his hot semen was pouring down over her pussy and sliding down her thighs. Corinne climbed off the bed and waddled over to the bathroom.

Her black lover was half-asleep by the time she returned to the bed. She fondled his spent cock, tugging and squeezing the floppy shaft until it began to swell. She straddled him and slid up the shaft and then back down when he entered her. His hands came up, caressing her tits. “Turn the light on,” she told him.

One hand left, reaching out to the nightstand and pressing the button that turned the light on.

Corinne blinked at the brightness. The room hadn’t been totally dark. A light was shining in under the bathroom and the atrium light by the door was on. He stared at her beauty. She stared at his face, moving her eyes down to the hard-muscular black chest, her dainty white hands following to run across his muscles. She bounced in his lap, stopping while sitting up so that he could hold her waist while bucking his cock in and out of her. “I want to fuck you all night,” she moaned, cumming.

“I want that too,” he agreed, pulling her down into his up-thrusting cock so that he could fill her womb with another load of his seed.

Unfortunately, they were both exhausted and fucking all night turned into only one other session when Leon woke up, needing to piss. He stared at her sleeping body, tugging his cock hard again. He mounted her, arching his back so that they could kiss while he slowly fucked her.

Corinne woke him with a blow job just before the alarm was set to go off, his voluminous seed serving as her breakfast that day. She smiled at him while sipping coffee as he ravenously ate to get his strength back up.

She packed her bag, gazing longingly at the messed up bed, as she shut the door to her room and the greatest weekend of her life. Leon was shutting the door to his room. They were silent walking down the hall, neither knowing what to say to the other, but the second the elevator door closed, he took her in his arms, pulling her into him, and kissing her passionately for the whole ride down until they heard the

ding of the bell when they reached the lobby. They were both flushed and breathing heavily, but standing apart when the doors opened.

“I don’t want you to quit,” Leon finally said about an hour into the flight home.

“I don’t want to quit either,” she replied, tears in her eyes until one rolled down her cheek.

“But we can’t have a repeat,” he added, gravely. “I don’t want to lose Tonja. Best for you to leave if it harms both our relationships. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she nodded.



**********

Please get this over with, she thought as Simon’s penis slid out of her for the fourth time that night. He groaned in frustration. He’d tried getting on top, but it kept coming out. Finally, he asked her to get on top. Corinne tried to pretend she was riding Leon again, but even in the dark, she could tell she was riding a weaker man. Simon’s chest didn’t have the muscles Leon’s did, nor was it as broad. Her legs weren’t spread as wide around her fiancé’s thighs either, but the big difference was Simon’s skinny little penis. He felt even smaller inside her since she’d been resized for big black cock. This unsatisfying little thing was the most she’d ever have for the rest of her life if she went ahead and married him.

Corinne tried to pretend it was Leon beneath her and she bounced too high causing Simon’s little penis to fall out again. He tried to hold her still to get it back inside her, but Corinne was done with him. She sat on his shaft, sliding her crotch back and forth along it as quickly as she could to get him off. He quickly grunted, his penis twitching between her legs a few times before it started to shrivel. Corinne fell sideways beside her future husband.

She got up to use the bathroom after him. The used condom was in the trash can beside the toilet. She picked it out of the trash, squeezing the receptacle on the end, feeling the few drops of runny semen squish around. The entire condom could have served as the receptacle for one of Leon’s loads.

Simon was snoring when she left the bathroom. She tiptoed over to the dresser and snuck her Leon Dong out of the drawer. She slipped out of the bedroom and used her black friend on the couch. She could take the entire thing now that she’d been resized and it felt better than ever, but it was also a lifeless piece of plastic. It got her off several times, but now that she’d had the real thing…

Work that week was awkward. Both she and Leon stumbled around each other. Their camaraderie was gone and she blushed furiously the first time she saw him after their weekend of fucking. He made several excuses to leave work early or take long lunches. She gazed at him longingly and had to spend time fingering herself in the restroom. She caught him gazing at her several times before he’d get up and limp out of the room, spending a long time in the men’s restroom. She also caught Rose glancing at her over her black-rimmed glasses. The secretary was no fool and knew something had happened between Corinne and her boss to bring the mood of the office down. To make matters worse, Tonja was out of town and Leon was growing increasingly frustrated as the week wore on.

Thursday, things were still awkward between them for the flight to Houston. They were mostly silent during the trip. Corinne caught him staring at her again as she opened the door to her room beside his.

Again, she turned a bright red.

Luckily, the awkwardness banished for the opening night of the seminar. They were both professionals and had done this many times before. It all came rushing back, the banter and the chemistry between them. The crowd applauded with many telling them they were looking forward to Friday’s full day of the seminar.

They avoided each other afterward and had separate dinners. Corrine was horny and frustrated. She thought about working out but worried Leon would be there. She ended up touring the city for a few hours. When she returned to her room, she showered to rinse off the Texas heat and humidity before slipping on Leon’s jersey. She walked over to the sliding glass door and opened it, stepping out onto the balcony.

Hers and Leon’s balconies were connected again. She glanced at the door to his room. The TV was reflecting in the glass door, a big breasted blonde riding Long Dong’s huge cock. Her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened immediately. Leon was awake and probably jerking off. She wanted to see his cock again, to watch his cum bursting upwards from the head when he came. Corinne pushed a chair over to the railing and used it to step over onto Leon’s balcony.

He was jerking off! And he wasn’t in a hurry. His hand was slowly moving up and down his massive cock while his eyes were fixated on the television screen. It was so easy for men! She stepped up to the glass door watching his hand hypnotically rising and falling, rising and falling. Her hands grabbed the hem of his jersey, pulling it up, her fingers slipping inside her wet pussy. Her arousal flew freely down her fingers into her hand as she stared mesmerized by the hand slowly masturbating his cock.

The hand quit moving.

He was still holding his cock up. She broke her eyes off the towering shaft and looked up and her black boss. He was staring wide-eyed back at her. Corinne licked her lips, nodding her head towards his cock, willing him to continue, but this time, she wanted him watching her and not the porno on his television.

He still hadn’t resumed masturbating. She grabbed the hem of her jersey and pulled it up over her head.

Corinne stepped closer pressing her breasts against the glass until they pressed flat round circles into the pane. She nodded at his cock again, her fingers sliding down into her pussy.

Leon didn’t start jerking off again. He slid off the bed and walked over to the sliding glass door. He hesitated a second, before reaching out and sliding it open. “Jesus… Corinne.”

“I want to watch you jerk off,” she stuttered stepping into his room. She gasped as she stepped too close and the head of his cock pressed into her stomach, sliding up her belly. He didn’t answer, but gulped, sweat forming on his forehead. “You can look at me while you do it.” He was frozen, but the sweat was now running down his forehead. Her hand came up under the shaft, caressing up to the head, fingers wrapping around it. “Please?” she asked. Her hand slid down then up, down then up. “I’ll do it for you.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” he finally said, his voice hoarse.

“It’s not cheating,” she agreed. “Just me helping my boss relieve some of his frustrations.”

“I’ really frustrated,” he said, stepping back into the room. She kept her hand on his cock, following him.

Leon stepped backward but didn’t go to the bed. Maybe he was afraid that would send the wrong message. He stepped back, reaching behind him and turning the desk chair around so that he could sit back in it. Corinne fell to her knees between his legs.

This is where I belong, she thought, pulling his cock down towards her mouth. She leaned forwards, puckered and kissed the tip before pulling back as her hand started to glide up and down the shaft. Leon moaned and spread his legs wider, thrusting his hips out. Maybe this will work? She thought. Maybe, I can relieve his frustrations every trip? The poor man deserves relief. She envisioned her hand stroking him faster and faster until his cock began to swell. She’d pull it down, aimed at her tits and let him cover her in his hot seed! But just as she sat up and started jerking him faster, her tongue licked across her lips. The taste of his precum tingled her taste buds reminding her of how good he tasted.

Every time her fist rose up the huge shaft, a little geyser of precum squirted out to help lube her hand.

Corinne stared at it, licking her lips. In just a few minutes, Leon’s superior cock had squirted out more precum then several of Simon’s full ejaculations. So tasty. She bent his cock down again, kissing it, but this time she let her tongue lick across the pee slit and twirl across the black cock head so she could taste more of him. Leon groaned.

She pulled back, unable to take her eyes off his cock, her hand gliding up and down his shaft. More geysers of precum shot out until his head was coated, again and again, she pulled his cock down to her mouth. Her tongue licked it clean. Her lips pressed against the pee slit, eruptions of precum shooting directly into her mouth. Her lips parted wider and wider until they engulfed his cock head. Both she and Leon moaned as her head started bobbing over the tip of his cock, her fist jerking faster to get more of his pre-seminal fluid into her mouth.

Soon her hand had less shaft to stroke as her mouth was taking more and more of his cock. Eventually, her hand was just in the way and she released his shaft letting her mouth do all the work. Her belly growled eagerly for its favorite meal. Leon rested his strong hands on her head as his hips started bucking into her mouth. “Unh!” he grunted, thrusting forwards. His cock began to swell. “Unh!” It grew so thick, she feared she might choke. “UNH!” His sperm erupted into her belly… once… twice… three large loads. She pulled back feeling the fourth wad gliding down her throat. The fifth filled her mouth, bulging her cheeks out. She swallowed, making room for more as his cock head continued bucking and spraying his seed into her mouth. She moaned around the spurting cock head. His semen was addictively delicious. She clamped her lips around it bobbing her head as her hands returned to the shaft trying to jerk any remaining semen into her mouth.

She didn’t stop when it lost some of its firmness. She wasn’t done! More! She thought. More! More!

Leon groaned, trying to pull his hips back, the hand on her head, pushing slightly to get her to release his cock. She clamped her lips down tighter, increasing her speed. His shaft expanded, hardening rapidly. He gave up trying to push her off, removing his hand from her head. His cock was now as hard as it had been when she started.

Corinne looked up at him as she sucked his cock. He’d stared at her through most of the first blow job.

Now his head was back, staring up at the ceiling. Corinne braced her hands on his knees and pushed herself up, his cock slipping out of her throat. He raised his head, staring into her eyes, even as she was straddling his lap and gliding his cock inside her needy pussy. Leon looked sad but didn’t stop her.

Instead, he growled, kissing her, not caring that she’d just sucked him off. His strong hands grabbed her ass cheeks, fingers digging into her flesh. He raised her up and down his cock.

He broke this kiss, moving his lips down her neck. Corinne leaned back, arching her back so that her nipples thrust outwards, his mouth eagerly finding them and sucking them between his lips. “Oh god,

Leon! I’m cumming! I’m cumming so hard over your big black cock!” She trembled as the powerful orgasm overtook her, her strength draining out through her pussy. He kept raising her up and down his shaft, several more waves of orgasmic fluid flowing down his exposed shaft. “So fucking good,” she muttered near the point of passing out. He lifted her so high, the head almost exited her pussy and then he dropped her. Corinne came down hard in his lap just as her womb filled with his seed, his cock jerking, spewing more virile seed into her hungry womb. “FUCK!” she screamed cumming over the entirety of his cock. “I love it! I love you! I LOVE YOU!” she fell into him completely drained.

Corinne recovered. She was still sitting in his lap. His cock was plugging her pussy but shrinking. “I’m sorry,” she said, sitting up.

“S’alright,” he grunted. “I wanted it to.”

She bowed her head, looking up at him while her white hands ran down his black chest, feeling his hard muscles for what she feared might be the last time. “I do love you,” she muttered, hurriedly raising her hand and pressing a finger against his lips. “Ssshhh!” she ordered. “But I’ll never ever try to come between you and Tonja.”

“Still,” said Leon. “This is going to keep happening until we get caught.”

“You want me to quit?” He nodded. “Then I hereby tender my resignation. I love you Napoleon Johnson and I’ll never regret what happened between us. She squeezed her vaginal muscles down around his shaft. “This is your pussy whenever you want… no, this is your body.” She raised his hands and placed them on her breasts. “I’ll do anything for you, Leon. Do you want me to go back to my room?”

“No,” he answered. His cock began to swell in her pussy again.

Corinne smiled contentedly



**********

They spent that weekend in bed as much as possible. It took two maids to clean their room, one giving them a mean stare, the younger one, glancing hungrily as Leon’s crotch one day.

“Here’s my official resignation,” she said, sadly, handing the envelope to Leon beside her on the plane.

“I’m staying until just before Thanksgiving when we had a break anyway.”

“Would you and Simon like to come to our house for Thanksgiving?”

“That might be too weird,” she snorted. “I think I’ll go home for Thanksgiving and probably not with Simon.” Leon raised his eyebrows questioningly. “Now that I’ve had a real man…” Corrine just shrugged.

She turned away from Leon and pulled her sleep mask down over her eyes.



**********

“Yes!” Dana Cox sprang up and hugged her daughter. “My little girl’s home.”

“Sorry, it didn’t work out with Simon,” said Manly. “The Cox family always seems to come home to Coxville.”

“Well, I’m glad to have my big sis back,” said Caitlyn, standing up. The eighteen-year-old was wearing a wraparound skirt and a bikini top so small, Corinne was surprised her dad hadn’t put a stop to it. Her teenage breasts were still only a DD. Caitlyn noticed the attention on her outfit. “We’re heading off to Lake Cox. Gotta take advantage of this Indian summer.” A car honked outside. Corinne hugged her little sister before she ran out the door, large breasts bouncing as she ran.

“Give any thought to what you might do?” asked her dad.

“I think I might want to follow in my father’s footsteps and be a sport’s reporter.”

Manly grinned broadly. “I’ll make some inquiries,” he said coming over and taking his wife’s place hugging his daughter.

Corinne looked over his shoulder, trying not to sob when her eyes fell on the book sitting on the stand by her father’s recliner. Napoleon Johnson grinning at her from the cover.



**********

“Woman in the locker room. Put them big dongs away boys,” yelled the Coach.

“Or don’t,” said Corinne, striding into the locker room. The giant black men grinned. The few with towels around their waists dropped them. “Nice,” said Corinne, staring down at one magnificent black cock. It was hooded and the head was the size of a small apple. “You’ll do,” she said. Her eyes ran down the row of football players. There were no white boys playing for the Coxburg Bulls. These were all huge ghetto thugs, bulging with muscles, and with cocks sized to go with the team name. “And you,” she said, staring at another cock that would probably come close to Leon’s in size. Of course, the biggest cock was on the ugliest most brutish player.

“And me,” he grunted.

“And you,” she agreed, licking her lips as his cock grew to truly Brobdingnagian proportions.

Corinne pulled her shirt off over her head as she walked into her living room. Her three bulls, pulled their jerseys off as they followed her. She’d told them not to shower. They snorted looking around the living room. She planned ahead, pushing the furniture back to make room. There were several rolls of paper towels on the carpet. She undid her bra, six brown eyes focusing on her white breasts and pink nipples. When she was nude, she kneeled on the carpet.

The three nude black men stepped up to her, their cocks not needing much coaxing to get fully hard.

“My God,” she gasped, staring at the ugly Bull’s monster cock.

He snorted. “They call me the minotaur, half bull half man.”

“I can guess which half is the bull,” she groaned stroking his fifteen-inch cock. It was thicker than Leon’s too. My god,” she said again. “I mean it. You are my god.”

“Then worship me, slut,” he commanded.

Corinne kneeled forward and worshipped at the altar of black cock, at three altars of black cock as the other two bulls stepped forward. She sucked all their cocks, stroking the two that weren’t in her mouth.

“Enough,” grunted the minotaur, his cock slick and dripping with her slobber. “Ride me, bitch.” He stepped back and laid down on the carpet. “Imma gonna resize that white pussy.”

“I think you’ll find it already resized,” she answered squatting over her new favorite bull. “Unh,” she grunted, lowering herself over the head. It felt like her pussy was being resized all over again. “YYEESS!”

she hissed finally sinking down on to the minotaur’s lap.

“Imma gonna tap that fine white ass,” said another bull. She leaned down on the minotaur, moaning as he sucked one dangling nipple into his mouth. The other bull pressed his huge cock head against her asshole and pressed down.

“FUCK!” she screamed as her sphincter opened up for his cock. “FU…OOMPH!” Her mouth was suddenly full of the third bull’s cock. She moaned, slobbering over the cock in her mouth, her cum soaking the minotaur’s cock as her ass muscles contracted around the cock in her ass trying to pull it in deeper.

“OOFF NOOF!” Corinne’s eyes went wide as her mother walked in the door, staring at the scene in front of her.

“Don’t mind me, dear,” said Dana just as the black man stepped inside the house behind her. He looked vaguely familiar to Corinne. The man was large and muscular, bearded and wearing a suit only the tie was a noose hanging around his neck. “This is Mr. Damballah. We’ll be upstairs fucking if you need me.”

Mr. Damballah winked at her and followed her mom up the stairs.

Corinne turned her attention back on her cocks, but her pleasure was interrupted again.

“MOM!” yelled, Caitlyn bursting into the house. She was still dressed for the lake, but the skirt was gone and her bikini bottom was a tiny thong. “I met this guy at the lake. He thinks I could be an actress.” She paused. “MOM!” Her little sister was staring up towards the second floor, but her mom wasn’t answering. Lorenzo Doyle walked into the house. “MOM! HE NEEDS TO KNOW IF I CAN TAKE HIS BLACK

COCK UP MY ASS BEFORE HE HIRES ME!”

“I think she’s busy,” said Corinne. The bull she’d been sucking, slapping her forehead impatiently with his cock.

“Do you know where the Vaseline is?” Caitlyn asked, pushing her panty down her legs. Corinne couldn’t respond as her mouth was stuffed full of cock again. “Fuck it. Just use your spit L.D.” Caitlyn got on all fours and lowered her head, keeping her ass up. Long Dong kneeled behind her, spitting in his hand and coating his cock before bending it down towards her asshole.

“You haven’t fucked my ass yet, Mr. D,” said Dana, coming down the stairs, followed by Mr. Damballah.

She was naked and covered in sperm. He was nude also but still wore the noose necktie. Dana kneeled beside her youngest daughter and assumed the same position. She looked over at the couch. “You be sure to get this, loser.”

Corinne’s eyes turned to the couch. Her father and Simon were sitting side by side. Simon was crying.

Both men were nude and looked dejected, but their small penises were erect and dribbling out little teaspoon’s worth of semen. Her dad had his phone raised, filming his wife. His other hand held a pencil over his notebook like he was writing an article for the paper. Her eyes followed the camera back to her

mom, looking past her sister now having her ass pounded. Mr. Damballah pressed his cock against her mom’s sphincter and pushed forwards. He looked over at her and smiled.

“Such is the destiny of all the Cox family,” he said.



**********

Corinne gasped as she came awake, a large black hand was caressing her breast, pulling at her painfully hard nipple. “Some dream,” said Leon, smirking down at her. “Was I in it?”

“Yes,” she lied, turning towards him. Corinne climbed on top of the large black man. Her pussy was soaked from her dream, her lips quickly engulfing the head of his cock. “We were fucking like this, but it was mostly about a career path I might take after working for you.”

“Oh baby, you’re working for me now,” he said, squeezing her tits and bucking his hips up and down.

“Working that sweet pussy.”



**********

Corinne’s panty was soaked through as she slowly got up from her desk. She was white as a ghost when she entered Leon’s office. He looked up, grinning. He couldn’t help smiling every time he looked at her and it flattered her to no end. “What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing how pale she was.

Corinne closed the door so that Rose couldn’t overhear. “There’s a problem with our rooms this weekend.”

“Oh?”

“The hotel with our conference is overbooked. They only have one room available for us. It’s a single king. Do you want me to stay in a nearby hotel?”

Leon froze a moment. “No,” he answered. His eyes fell on the growing outlines of her nipples beneath her blouse. “One room will do.” They both knew they would have ended up staying in one room anyway. They were going to keep fucking up until her last day at work. He looked down and went back to work as Corinne spun around and left his office.

That weekend was one of the best of her life. The following was one of the worst. She was hooked now.

Her pussy craved Leon’s cock constantly. Her belly growled every time she pictured herself sucking him.

Her sphincter tightened every time she pictured the half dozen or so times, he’d taken her ass over their three weekends together. The dildo was a poor substitute and she started looking forward to her next weekend with Leon as soon as she got home from the previous weekend. That is until she found out Tonja would be coming along. Leon’s wife was between cycles again and off work, so she decided to join them to try to get pregnant again. Corinne had arranged two rooms next to each other with a connecting door, but that door stayed closed all weekend. She laid awake, staring at the ceiling, listening to them fuck all night long. Everyone knew she was in a bitchy mood and Tonja even made a joke about it being Corinne’s time of the month. She wasn’t on her period, though she was overdue for it.

She lied about her period when she got home. “NO!” she snapped at Simon when he tried to initiate sex.

“Sorry, I’m having a bad period.” He nodded knowingly and backed off. The next morning, the dildo managed to get her off, but it only served to remind her of what she really needed.

She wasn’t any better at work the next day, snapping or terse with both Rose and Leon. Leon retreated to his office and closed the door. Rose ignored her most of the day, grabbing her purse in the afternoon.

“Well, I guess I picked a good time to only work a half-day,” said the old woman, holding her nose up as she walked past Corinne.

“Sorry,” she apologized. “I’ll be in a better mood tomorrow,” Her eyes followed Rose out the door then flickered over to Leon’s closed door. There’s only one thing that will put me in a better mood, she thought, slowly rising from her desk.

Corinne rapped on Leon’s door before opening it. He was on the phone. He nodded, waving her in before going back to talking. Corinne walked up to his desk. He was sitting sideways, leaning back and looking out at the skyline of Baltimore. It wasn’t a business call. It was friendly and there was a lot of chuckling. She recognized the name, it was the muscle-bound jock with the stripper girlfriend from the pool party. Leon smiled at her and motioned for her to have a seat.

Instead, she kneeled between his legs.

His eyes turned mostly white as they widened and he shook his head no, but she was already reaching for his zipper, her other hand squeezing the lump under his pants and feeling it grow. It was fully hard by the time she managed to open his pants and she struggled to release the fourteen-inch monster. He shook his head again, but at the same time, he was lifting his hips off the chair so that she could pull his trousers down. Her lips closed down around the head just as it turned completely hard.

“I’ll call ya back later, something just came up,” said Leon into the phone, before placing it down on his desk. He groaned as she bobbed her head down over the length of his cock. “Dayum Corinne, I thought we agreed, only when we were away?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes. He could see her need reflected in them.

“I missed you too,” he answered, spreading his legs wider.

Corinne deep throated his cock, squeezing her lips around the base and sucking slowly upwards until the glans began to exit her lips. Her tongue flickered around the head before she sucked his shaft deep again before starting it over.

“FUCK!” Leon groaned. “Nobody sucks cock like you, Cee Cee.” He whimpered when his cock head slipped past her lips, his shaft slapping back against his stomach. He looked down at her with a “what gives?” expression.

Corinne stood up between his legs and pulled her dress up over her head. “Pull my panties down,” she ordered.

Leon reached out for her panty. It was light blue and lacy. He could see the yellow tufts of pubic hair through her skimpy panty. Her bra was similar and sheer. It was damn sexy, but not as sexy as the perfect breasts that sprang free of it, the second she unhooked it. He leaned forward, bending down and kissing her belly button while pushing her panty down her calves. He kissed farther down, just above her pubic mound, sitting back as she stepped out of her panty. He closed his legs as she straddled them, grabbing his cock by the base and raising it off his stomach. Corinne had to slide her pussy up the shaft

and stand on her tiptoes, it was so large, but she pushed back, the head spreading her pussy lips apart and then… he was inside her again. They both moaned.

“Too long,” she muttered, working the tip of his cock around, slowly pushing down, taking inch after inch inside her. “Need this so bad.”

“Me too, babe,” he responded. Looking up into her eyes, she bent down and kissed him, groaning as their tongues played with each other. She sank down over half his shaft and then… stopped.

Corinne broke the kiss. She reared back, adjusting herself, the head pressed hard into her cervix, but this time it was unyielding. She needed his cock so bad.

Leon needed it to. He grabbed her hips and tried to force her down on his cock.

“WHAT THE FUCK!”

Leon and Corinne froze, staring at each other in shock and horror.

“WHAT THE FUCK!!!”

Their heads turned towards the door and the twisted up furious face of Leon’s wife.

“YOU MUTHA FUCKER!” Tonja screamed.

“SHIT!” cried Leon. “Baby, it’s not what it looks…” He tapered off. His assistant was nude and leaning over him with half his cock buried in her pussy.

“MUTHA FUCKING SONOFABITCH!” Tonja was crying now. She grabbed the nearest item to her, a dish of candy, on a stand and threw it at her husband. It shattered on the front of her desk.

Corinne cried out, leaping off Leon and ducking behind his chair.

Leon stood, batting a flower vase aside with his arm, it flew towards the window but didn’t shatter.

“Baby, please. I’m sorry.” Something else broke. “Calm down. Let’s talk this out.”

Corinne’s heart broke hearing Tonja sobbing. This was all her fault.

“Don’t… wanna… talk.” There were some more sobs. “Don’t.. even… want… to look…” Tonja was gasping for breath. “At you,” she finished. “Fuck you, Leon. FUCK YOU!”

Corinne crawled forward, looking around the desk. There was a smashed lamp on the floor. Tonja was standing in the doorway. She looked shattered… broken. The lovely black woman raised her head and looked at her husband. “How could you, Leon? How could you?” She turned and left. “Don’t bother coming home tonight… or ever for that matter.”

Tonja left the office.

Corinne pushed herself off the floor. “Leon… I…”

He was bent down, grabbing her dress and underwear. “Just go,” he said, tossing her clothes to her. She caught them, dropping her panty. She bent down and stepped into it, glancing up at him. He was pulling his pants up. His head was turned away from her like he didn’t want to look at her. His cock had

shriveled up, the smallest she’d ever seen it, which was still eight or nine inches. He tucked it into his briefs and it was gone. She wondered if it would be the last time, she ever saw it.

Corinne finished dressing. Leon was sitting at his desk. His head was in his hands. She wanted to run over and hug him, pull his head against her bosom and console him. “Leon… I’m sorry.”

“GET OUT!”

She was sobbing as she left his office.



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Simon wasn’t just sobbing, he was bawling, tears running down his cheeks. “But why? I deserve an explanation.”

“Simon, I cheated on you.”

Simon looked on her in disbelief. His face was red, cheeks slick with tears. She felt sad but wasn’t crying.

She only cried when she thought about what she had done to Leon and Tonja. “How?” he asked, confused. “Who?”

“With a man at one of my conferences,” she answered, not really lying.

He froze, letting this revelation sink in. Fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. “I still love you. I’m willing to work through this provided it was a one-time thing.” He looked at her hopefully.

Corinne shook her head sadly. “It made me realize, that I’m not willing to settle down yet. I love you, Simon, but I’m not in love with you. I don’t want to marry you.”



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Thank god for social media, thought Corinne. It allowed her to let most of her friends know that the wedding was off. Her father was pissed off and fuming that he might not get his deposit back at the yacht club they were getting married at on the Eastern shore of Maryland.

Corinne sighed, sitting back on the couch. She looked out at her apartment. Simon didn’t want to look at her and was sleeping at the hospital. All her things were boxed up and ready for the movers. There was surprisingly little and most of it were her professional business clothes. She wasn’t looking forward to moving back to Coxville, but her best friend from high school had just caused a local scandal by dating a black guy. Something unheard of back home. She wondered if she might have a friend for her? Just the thought of getting a black cock in her made her pussy wet.

Her phone buzzed.

Corinne checked it and stared at the number. It was the office. Her breath caught in her throat. It rang twice more before she answered. “Leon?” she asked, hesitantly.

“No dearie, Rose.” The older woman’s voice was hushed like she was trying to keep it down. “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.”

“It’s nice to hear from you.”

“I was wondering if you knew what went down between Leon and his wife?”

“I knew… I knew they had a fight. She hasn’t taken him back?”

“No. She threw him out. He’s been sleeping here at night. He canceled all his seminars for the rest of the year and a couple of book signings. I’ve never seen him like this.”

“I feel horrible.” Corinne felt tears roll down her cheeks.

“Me too. He was always such a happy guy. I hope they work things out. What about you? Where are you going?”

“I’m moving back home. Simon and I split up.”

Rose hesitated on the other end of the line. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. I broke it off with him.”

“Well, it was nice working with you. This office isn’t the same without you. Not sure it will ever be the same again. Maybe, you could talk to Mr. Johnson, try to cheer him up?”

“Maybe. Thanks for calling.”

“Of course, dear. Bye.”

“Bye.”



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Corinne was so nervous her hands were shaking and she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. She didn’t want to be here, but she needed to make things right. Her hand shook badly as she raised it and rang the bell. Corinne took a deep breath, stood up straight and tried to will herself to calm down.

The curtain moved.

She rang the bell again, waited, and knocked. “Please?” she yelled.

Corinne heard the latch and the door opened. “What do YOU want?”

Her eyes flickered down the black woman’s body. She had been expecting an unkempt wreck. Instead, Tonja looked stunning. Her hair was done and she had makeup on. Her dress was grey, spaghetti strap, and slit up the sides to reveal a lot of leg. Her nipples were poking out through the front. She looked amazing, but there was no joy in her expression and the brown eyes looking back at Corinne were cold.

“Well?” asked Tonja, tapping the toes of one high heeled sandaled foot.

“I hoped we might talk.”

“Did my husband send you?”

“No. We haven’t spoken since the incident.”

“Since I caught you fucking him, you mean.”

“Yes. I have talked to Rose and she says he’s devastated about what happened.”

“Good,” said Tonja. “Now, as you can see, I have a date. Why don’t you run along?” She made to close the door.

“Please. I want to make things right. I don’t want to break up your marriage. I don’t want… your husband.”

Tonja snorted. “Liar.” She opened the door and stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in? I do want to know what happened.”

“I tell you everything,” said Corinne. She did tell Tonja everything and by the time she ended, she was crying.

“It hurt, Corinne. It wasn’t just Leon either, you had become my closest friend.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want it to happen. It felt like… it felt like all these forces were just coming together at the right time and I couldn’t resist. Blame me.”

“Oh, I do. Men are weak. There isn’t a man alive that could resist… well, look at you.”

Corrine snorted a laugh through her tears. “I’m a total mess.” Indeed, the blonde woman was feeling ugly next to the black woman. Corinne’s face was red and tear-streaked and she’d just thrown on some old sweats. “Please give him a second chance? I’m moving home. I want you both to be happy.”

“Do you love him?”

Corinne hesitated. “I do,” she answered, watching Tonja lean back into the couch and cross her left leg over her right. “And I want him, but not at the expense of your marriage. I want him to be happy and you are his one true love.”

Tonja sighed. “I do miss him and I really miss that big cock of his.” She took her phone out. “I’ll text Colt and cancel our date.”

“Colt?”

“One of Leon’s best friends. I wanted a revenge fuck, but I doubt he’s packing half of what Leon’s packing.”

“Then you’ll take Leon back?” Corinne looked hopeful.

“Depends,” said Tonja, putting the phone down and uncrossing her legs. “It depends on you.” Tonja turned her back to Corinne and raised her straight black hair. “Can you get the zipper for me?”

Corinne stood up and unzipped the top of the black woman’s dress. “What depends on me? I’ll do anything to make things right.”

Tonja turned around and Corinne felt some hope for the lovely black woman was smiling. “That’s what I hoped you’d say.” Tonja pulled the straps down. The dress fell around her bare breasts, her brown nipples were perky and erect. She struggled to get it down around her hips.

Corinne’s eyes automatically glanced down her body and at the lacy white thong panty, so skimpy it barely covered the black woman’s bush. “What?”

“I still want that revenge fuck.” Tonja grabbed Corinne’s cheeks and pressed her brown lips against Corinne’s pink ones. Her tongue slipped into Corinne’s mouth. Tonja broke the kiss.

Corinne was frozen. Her mouth was hanging open and one eyebrow was raised in confusion. “B..but?”

She shook her head to clear it. “I’m not into women. I’m not a les…”

Tonja pulled her lips against hers once more and again, her tongue slipped into Corinne’s mouth. This time, there were some tentative probes back from the white woman’s tongue. Tonja broke the kiss again, Corinne’s eyes were closed, her head moved slightly forward her lips following Tonja’s. Her breathing had increased. The black woman grabbed the hem of Corinne’s old high school “Climax Cougars” sweatshirt and pulled it off over Corinne’s head. She pulled Corinne against her again. This time, there was no hesitation, Corinne moaning as their tongues teased each other. Dark hands reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. White hands slid down the slim black back to grab Tonja’s firm brown ass cheeks.

Tonja broke the kiss. She stood back, staring down at Corinne’s breasts. Her dark hands caressed the sides, coming around to pinch the erect nipples. Corinne shuddered. “You really are lovely you know?”

“So are you,” she replied.

“I know.” Tonja held out her hand. “Come.”

Corinne reached out and took Tonja’s hand. She watched Tonja’s ass cheeks flexing as she led Corinne up the stairs to the bedroom. Tonja led her to the bed, sitting down on the edge and pulling Corinne between her legs. Corinne moaned as Tonja sucked her erect nipple between her black lips. Her pussy was dripping like crazy. This was the last thing she’d expected to be doing coming here to beg Tonja to take Leon back. She’d been depressed over what had happened, that she’d had no desire for sex since she and Leon had gotten caught. She hadn’t even used her Leon Dong and twice had tossed it into the trash. Simon had a complete meltdown when he came by for a change of clothes and saw the size and color of the thing sitting in the wastebasket. Now her sexual needs were roaring back with a vengeance.

The black woman pulled Corinne’s sweat pants down her hips while gently biting her nipple. “Lay on the bed,” Tonja ordered.

Corrine made to lay down normally, but Tonja pushed her sideways on the center of the bed and pulled her legs open so that she could kneel on the floor. Corinne lifted her hips to help Tonja pull her panty down. She looked down her body in disbelief. Tonja was staring hungrily at her pussy. Corinne was leaking profusely and the intensity of Tonja’s gaze turned the stream of arousal into a torrent. Tonja leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, licking up. The blonde began to shiver in anticipation. “AAAH!”

She squealed as the black woman’s tongue licked up her slit. Tonja’s eyes were grinning as she stared up Corinne’s body, her tongue probing between Corinne’s pussy lips. Corinne laid down on the bed and opened her legs wider, letting the tongue in deeper.

“Unh unh unh,” moaned Corinne, her hips raising into each thrust of Tonja’s tongue. Tonja’s arms scooped under Corinne’s thighs causing her to raise her legs and hold them open. Leon’s wife growled with lust eating Corinne’s pussy. Tonja’s hands slid up her sides, caressing over her breasts and then pinching both her nipples rather painfully. “AAAGH!” Corinne’s hips bucked up into Tonja’s mouth as she came hard. The black woman lapped it up. She was pinching and pulling on Corinne’s sensitive nipples

prolonging the orgasm. She finally let go when Corinne’s hips came back down on the bed. “Wow!

You’re good at that,” said Corinne. Tonja was good, better at it then Leon had been.

“I had a close relationship with my college roommate,” replied Tonja. “We shared a bed nearly every night. I’ve missed being with a woman.”

Corinne was breathing heavily; her head was turned looking up towards the pillows. Tonja’s hand was slipping under the pillow. She pulled the Long Dong out and soon it disappeared from Corinne’s sight.

“Oh god,” she moaned, spreading her legs again as the head of the dildo began probing between her pussy lips. She whimpered as she opened for it. The dildo switched to vibrate, Tonja working it in and out, moving it deeper until it couldn’t go any further.

“What did Leon see in you? White girl can’t even take half this cock,” muttered Tonja.

Corinne lifted her hips, trying to get the angle right, but her cervix was closed tight. A week without Leon and she’d closed back up. She’d need to be resized all over again once she got home to Coxville. Tonja fucked her with it for a few minutes before Corinne felt the familiar cycle of vibrations began as the black woman pushed it as deep as it could go. She came again when the head pressing against her cervix began making the ejaculation vibrations.

“Get on all fours,” ordered Tonja, using Corinne’s knees to push herself up.

Corinne rolled over, Tonja pulling her ass against the edge of the bed and stepping between her feet.

The dildo pressed against her pussy lips and began to push inside. “Oomph,” she grunted as Tonja pushed it in all the way to her cervix. The black woman wrapped Corinne’s blonde hair around her hand, pulling on it like reins while she held the base of the dildo, thrusting her hips like she was a man with a real cock. “Fuck me,” mewled Corinne, lowering her head to the mattress while keeping her ass upthrust.

‘You like this, slut?” growled Tonja fucking her harder. “Never did this with my roommate.” She pulled back on Corinne’s hair so that the tip of the dildo pressed hard into her cervix. Corinne was trembling when Tonja froze, letting go of the dildo, but using her pubic mound to hold it in Corinne.

SLAP!

Corinne’s eyes flew open in surprise.

SLAP!

Her right ass cheek quivered as Tonja’s hand came down hard again.

SLAP!

“That’s for fucking my husband, slut.”

SLAP!

“FUCK!” screamed Corinne cumming so hard, her pussy tried to force the dildo out, but it was stuck firm.

SLAP!

“Tell me you're sorry for fucking my husband, slut.”

“I’m sorry for..”

SLAP!

“LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY FOR FUCKING YOUR HUSBAND,” she screamed, waiting for another blow, almost wanting it, but her butt cheek was stinging now. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed into her arms.

Tonja released her hair and put her hand back on the dildo, working it in and out a few times, Corinne responding immediately by pushing her ass back into it. Tonja pulled it out all the way and ran the head along Corinne’s labia. The white woman pushed back, trying to get it inside, but Tonja kept it out, sliding the head up her perineum and pressing it hard against her tightly puckered sphincter. “UNNHH!”

grunted Corinne, slightly pulling forwards, but pushing back as the head spread her rosebud open. “Fuck my ass,” she groaned.

Tonja snorted. “He’s been in here too, I see.” She worked the dildo in and out slowly pushing it deeper and deeper into her bowels. “What’s wrong with you, white girl? You can take more of this cock in yo ass then in yo cunny.” Tonja held her hip and the dildo with her other hand, fucking her with it like a man again for a while. Finally, she pushed the dildo deep and released it.

Tonja climbed onto the bed and laid down on her back. “Straddle my mouth,” she ordered. Corinne pushed herself up on her knees and lifted one leg over Tonja’s head. “God, that’s a beautiful sight,” said Tonja, looking up Corinne’s pussy lips, over her blonde tufts, her flat tummy, between the giant breasts with their swollen nipples, and into the blue eyes staring down at her as she tried to position her pussy gently so that she didn’t smother the black woman.

Corinne lowered herself, squealing as Tonja’s tongue pierced her pussy again. She moaned sliding her hips up and down the black woman’s mouth. Tonja’s hands reached around, squeezing her ass cheeks and spreading them open before one hand let go and grabbed the base of the dildo protruding from Corinne’s anus. Tonja started pulling the dildo in and out while lapping Corinne’s pussy. The white woman lost control, thrusting her hips down, humping Tonja’s tongue, forcing her pussy hard down into Tonja’s mouth. “CUMMING!” she screamed, throwing her head back and staring up at the ceiling as Tonja’s wiggling tongue lapped up every drop of her orgasm.

Tonja slowly pulled the dildo out of Corinne’s ass while the white woman raised herself off her mouth, but paused gasping for breath. Tonja licked her lips, tasting the last of Corinne’s orgasm. “Good,” she said.

“What?” asked Corinne, gasping.

“I can’t taste my husband in you.” She patted Corinne’s ass, telling her to get off. Corinne fell over on her side and Tonja scooted up so that her head was on the pillow. “His seed stays in you for days.”

“I haven’t spoken to him since you caught us. Rose told me he’s miserable. You’re the love of his life, Tonja.”

Tonja nodded, staring off into space. Finally, she looked down at Corinne and spread her legs open.

“Well, get to work.”

Corinne moved over and laid on her stomach between Tonja’s legs. She looked down and took in her first sight of another woman’s vagina. She’d examined herself in a mirror. Tonja was similar, but different, pink lips were dark brown, and the insides her darker. She looked at it, up her dark curly pubic hair, the light brown stomach with its dark bellybutton, large brown breast capped by black nipples and Tonja’s lovely face staring down at her. Corinne gasped in surprise.

“What?”

She gulped. “It is a beautiful sight,” she said. The black woman smiled and nodded knowingly, as Corrine’s pink tongue came out and pressed between the folds of Tongue’s brown pussy lips. Corinne licked up Tonja’s slit and let her tongue flicker over the protruding brown clitoris. Within seconds, she was no longer doing this as reparations, but because she was into it. She moaned lustfully into Tonja’s pussy as her tongue’s effort made up for what it lacked in experience.

Tonja opened her legs wider, reaching down and grabbing Corinne’s head. She pulled the blonde hard into her pussy and she came all over Corinne’s probing tongue. “White girl can eat pussy,” she grunted, gasping for breath.

Corinne looked up Tonja’s body and wiggled her eyebrows. She pulled back and paused a moment. She looked up into Tonja’s brown eyes seriously before leaning down and kissing the black woman’s pussy respectfully, much as she had often kissed the head of Tonja’s husband’s cock out of respect.

Meanwhile, her hand was reaching out and probing the mattress for the dildo. She found it, her fingers closing around the thick plastic shaft.

Corinne moved out from between Tonja’s legs and propped herself on her elbow outside the black woman’s thighs. She looked down, bringing the head of the dildo up against Tonja’s pussy and watching as the black plastic head made from the mold from Coxville’s own, Lorenzo Doyle spread Tonja’s black pussy lips apart and pushed inside. Corinne slowly pumped it back and forth, going deep and deeper.

Tonja lifted her hips up, angling it right so that it could pass through her cervix. She didn’t need resizing.

Corinne watched jealously as the black dildo buried deep inside Tonja’s pussy. She leaned over and licked Tonja’s navel. Her finger pressing the familiar button that ran the vibrating dildo through its cycles. She licked under Tonja’s bellybutton and down along the crease of her pubic mound and her thigh. Her tongue flickered over the dildo and Tonja’s clit just as the vibrations switched to the maximum setting. Tonja’s hips were rising quickly and Corinne could hear her whimpering. Her tongue flickered quicker and just as the dildo switched to spurt mode, she sucked the swollen clit hard between her lips. Tonja cried out, cumming hard.

Corinne watched the base of the dildo pull up into Tonja’s pussy as the black woman’s vaginal muscles squeezed tightly down around it. The muscles switched direction and the dildo was shoved the other way and Tonja’s orgasm forced nearly half the shaft out, her pubic mound throbbing like crazy until eventually, she pulled her clit out of Corinne’s lips.

Corinne reached down and flickered the vibrator off, pulling the dildo out and planting another respectful kiss on Tonja’s wet clit. She sat up, holding the dildo up unintentionally holding it so that it looked like a hard cock sticking up between Tonja’s legs. It was dripping with Tonja’s arousal. Corinne leaned in and licked some off around the head. She liked it and licked some more off.

Tonja watched her intently. “I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a cock like my husband, to be inside a woman, to know what it feels like to cum like a man.”

Corinne nodded, though she’d never had thoughts like that. Then just as she’d kissed Tonja’s pussy or Leon’s cock head. She planted one last kiss on the tip of the dildo while staring up at Tonja. The black woman seemed to like that and smiled down at her.

Corinne laid the cock down and crawled up next to the black woman. Tonja opened her arm and Corinne snuggled up next to her, the black woman clearly in the dominant position. Tonja stared up at the ceiling. Corinne watched her white hand caressing Tonja’s body, sliding along her breasts and toying with her nipples. The contrast between their skin colors was every bit as arousing as it had been with Leon. After a short period of time, there was a noticeable swelling in Tonja’s black nipple. Tonja turned into her and the two women kissed again.

The second time was more intimate and affectionate. Tonja’s anger was gone and there was no spanking, no dildo, and no talking. There was just a lot of gasping and moaning. Tongues found brown nipples and pink. They kissed and caressed up and down each other’s bodies with an emotional connection that only two women could have. Eventually, Corinne found herself on top Tonja, facing the opposite direction, her tongue wiggling into Tonja’s brown pussy while Tonja’s tongue was licking up her pink folds across her perineum and probing at her anus.

Both women tensed up, cumming together, and ending with a final kiss on the other’s pussy.

Corinne rolled off the black woman and crawled up to snuggle again, but Tonja just put her hands under her head and stared up at the ceiling. “You can go now,” she said.

Corrine froze a moment, nodded, and said, “Okay.” She slid off the bed and searched the floor for her panty, stepping into it when she found it and her sweat pants. “Thanks. That was an… experience.” She tied the drawstring on her sweats.

Tonja finally turned her head towards Corinne. “I don’t ever want to see you again. Understand?”

Corinne nodded. “I understand,” she responded feeling very sad.

“That includes my husband.”

Corinne nodded again. She didn’t answer, just turned around and left the bedroom. Her bare breasts bounced down the stairs. She fought to hold the tears back, just wanting to get away and leave their house for good. She left her bra off and just pulled the Cougar’s sweatshirt over her head. She cheered up a little on the drive home. At least she hadn’t broken up their marriage. She loved them both and wanted the best for them.



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Corinne returned home or at least her home for the next two days. She was glad Simon wasn’t home showering or doing his laundry. She still felt bad for hurting him, but she really didn’t want to see him again. She glanced at the calendar on the wall. She’d drawn a big X in the square two days from now.

The day she was leaving for home. The date was… Corinne frowned; her brow furrowed as she worked out the math. The date couldn’t be right. She did the math in her head. Her last period had been just over a week before she’d had sex with Leon for the first time.

“Oh no!” cried Corinne as she realized just what that might mean. She turned around and headed back out the door.

Forty-five minutes later, she was sitting on her toilet, rocking with her legs drawn up staring at the pregnancy test sitting in a cup of her urine. “Dear God, please don’t make me pregnant. Please don’t make me pregnant,” she muttered. It would explain so much, why her period was late and why her cervix was closed up tight. She pulled the home kit out, stomach-dropping as the second line appeared.

“FUCK!”



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“CORINNE!” Rose sprang up from her seat, well not quite sprang, but she got up quickly for an old woman. “I thought you were going to leave without saying goodbye.”

“I couldn’t do that,” said Corinne, giving the secretary a hug.

“You look horrible,” said Rose, tactlessly. She stepped back looking her up and down.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night,” she replied faking a smile. Corinne had one of those nights where her mind was too active to sleep as she debated whether or not she should tell Leon. He had the right to know, but at the same time, it might damage his marriage further. When she did sleep, she had waking dreams, as weird as the dreams she’d been having since September. She was dressed in an antebellum white lacy dress, running from the Coxville townhall and former plantation of the Cox family. Her sister was with her dressed similarly and leading her into a barn to see a bearded black slave sitting on a bale of hale with a monstrous black cock dangling between his legs. She’d never seen the man before but swore she’d had dreams about him. “Is he in?”

“Oh yes,” nodded Rose. “I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see you. He’s not been himself since the fight with his wife, but I think they’ve worked things out. He’s in a good mood.”

“Thanks.” Corinne took a deep breath and knocked on the office door.

“Come in.”

Leon rose from his desk, looking up as she walked in just as he had the first time she’d walked in his office. A smile tried to spread across his face seeing her, but he composed himself. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, nervously.

“I know,” she replied, taking her last sight of him in. “I need to tell you something.” She paused, but he said nothing. “I’m pregnant. You’re the father.”

Leon sat down heavily in the chair. “You’re… you’re sure it’s not someone else’s?”

Her cheeks flushed with anger. “I haven’t been with any other men.”

“I mean Simon?”

“Oh,” she calmed down. She no longer counted her ex-fiancé as a man anymore. “He’s always worn a condom.”

“I see.” Leon looked stunned and was staring blankly off into space. His face was a mix of emotions, at times looking horrified, and at other times it looked like he was overjoyed at the thought of impregnating her.

“Don’t worry. I don’t want money from you and I don’t want to hurt your marriage any more than I already have. I thought you had the right to know about it. All I know is that I want this baby and I’ll be the best mother I possibly can to it.”

“You don’t want me to acknowledge that it’s mine?”

“That’s up to you. You’re the father. You have the right to know, but I don’t want anything from you.”

“But you’ve already taken everything from us,” said Tonja’s voice behind her.

Corinne spun around, stepping back. Tonja was reaching for the lamp that had replaced the last one she’d smashed. She regained control, yanking her hand back. “I’m sorry,” said Corinne. “I didn’t know yesterday. I just found out.”

“God, you’re a bitch. I hate you so much.” Tonja’s face scrunched up and the tears began pouring down her cheeks. “You’ve given him the one thing I can never give him.”

Leon strode forward around his desk, arms outstretched. A part of Corinne wished he was coming to give the mother of his child a hug, but she was happy to see him hug his wife to his large chest. She sobbed burying her head. “I hate her. I hate her. I hate her,” she muttered over and over.

Corinne turned to leave, glancing back. Leon was holding his wife tightly, but staring at her. She nodded at her ex-boss, turned and left, walking past a stunned Rose.



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“Jesus, I must be cursed or something,” said Corinne laying down in the bed again. The events of the day playing through in her head. She hoped she hadn’t fucked up their chances of getting back together. She didn’t know what she was going to do anymore either. Her parents would freak out if she gave birth to a black baby.

She wanted to be on the road as long as possible and needed to sleep, but this night was as bad as the last when it came to a good night’s sleep.

The bearded man was hanging from a rope. The townspeople’s heads turned her way as she walked up to the dangling black man. Her sister watched, dressed once again for the pre-civil war period. Corinne, however, was wearing her Coxville Cougars sweat clothes.

The hanging man wasn’t dead, but smiling down at her, the noose tight around his neck. His cock was rock hard and lined up with her mouth. She looked up at him in awe.

“I’m not Jesus and you are not cursed, my child. You have received my blessing, the blessing of Damballah and this boy will be the first of Damballah’s blessings. I’m returning and he shall be one of my heralds upon this earth. Bear me many heralds and serve me well.”

Corinne lowered her head and stared at the black magnificent cock pointed at her face. She stepped forward and looked back up at the bearded slave as she kissed the tip of his hard cock just as a cold mist engulfed them both.

“Worry not, for things will work out in the end,” said his voice just as the snapping of his neck echoed through the mist.

“NO!” she cried, sitting up in bed, tears pouring down her cheeks at the injustice of it all even as her memory of the dream faded.



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All, she remembered of the dream the next morning were the words, “Worry not, for things will work out in the end.” She sat in her car, resting one hand on her belly as she started it. She actually smiled at the thought of going home and seeing her parents and old friends. There was something else she missed about Coxville to.

“Floyd’s Barbecue,” said Leon’s voice in her head.

She smiled and drove off.

She hadn’t quite left Baltimore when her phone rang. She glanced at it, Leon’s number flashing on the screen. She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shouldn’t answer. It had to be more bad news. Why should she answer? She couldn’t answer, she was driving. She didn’t want to get pulled over.

The call went to voice mail.

Corinne pulled over for gas and checked the voicemail.

“Hey Corinne,” said Leon’s voice. “I hope I caught you before you left. Tonja and I would like to talk to you at the house. Please stop by or give us a call.”

Corinne froze, the clicking of the trigger on the gas pump snapping her back to her senses. She didn’t know what to do. Should she call back? Should she just let it go and be on her way? She wasn’t far from their house from where she was. It wasn’t far out of the way. Maybe, Leon wanted to acknowledge the baby and support it financially? Maybe…

Corinne turned the car towards their house, the Jonson’s mini-mansion appearing down the road.

“Everything’s going to be alright,” she told herself, even as a sinking feeling filled her. The best reason she could come up with for them to want to see her was not something she would agree to.

They wanted her baby!



**********

Leon had a security camera recording his long driveway. He and Tonja were standing before their front door when she pulled up. She stopped the car and got out. Leon smiled at her. “Thanks for com..”

“You can’t have my baby,” she said.

“Can we at least talk?” said Tonja.

“You can’t have him.”

“Him?” Leon asked, perking up.

She held both hands over her belly. “It’s a boy. Don’t ask me how I know, I just know.”

“Come on in,” said Tonja, smiling and holding her hand out for Corinne. “We have a proposal for you.”

Corinne reached out and took the proffered hand. They led her into the house. “I’m confused.

Yesterday, you were calling me a bitch and telling me you hated me.”

“I had good cause,” said Tonja.

“But, she’s calmed down and we’ve had time to think it over,” added Leon. “Just hear us out.”

“I will,” she said, sitting on the couch as Tonja led her over to it. The black couple sat on the loveseat and held their hands in Tonja’s lap. “I just don’t know what you have to offer. I want this baby more than anything. I know this sounds weird, but I feel as though I’m meant to have this baby.”

“And we want you to have it,” said Leon, smiling. He seemed happy. “And we want you to live with us.”

“What?” said Corinne, dumbfounded.

Tonja took a deep breath. “I can’t have children, Corinne. We want you to live here. You keep working for Leon and when you're away, I’ll watch the children.”

“Children?”

“Yes, Leon and I always wanted a large family, at least four children,” Tonja said, while Leon nodded hopefully beside her.

“Are you saying Leon and I can keep…”

“Fucking? Yes, you can keep fucking.” Tonja glanced down. “I see you like the idea.” Corinne’s nipples had popped out through her top. “He’s certainly man enough for both of us. You can share a room when you’re away together and you can have the master bedroom when I have a job. And you can share the master bedroom with me when Leon’s away.” Tonja licked her lips, looking down lustfully at the nubs pushing out through Corinne’s top.

“The guest rooms yours,” added Leon, “but honestly, our bed is big enough for the three of us.”

“Uh, seriously?” Corinne furrowed her brows.

The black couple nodded. “It will be tough keeping up with our schedules, but Leon was always impressed with your organizational skills. “I’d still be in charge of the household. You’d be something like a second wife.”

“WOW!” gasped Corinne.

“Do you really need to think about it?” asked Tonja. Corinne’s eyes followed Tonja’s hand over to Leon’s lap. “Do you need more persuading?” Leon lifted his hips as his wife fished his cock out of his pants.

Corinne licked her lips, staring hungrily at Leon’s cock. “You don’t play fair.”

“He’s been hard since I told him about my revenge fuck with you.” Tonja slipped off the couch to her knees. “We’ll have to reenact it for him sometime if you agree to our proposal.” She leaned over and licked around Leon’s cock head. “Come join us?”

“I think I will,” said Corinne falling to her own knees beside Tonja. The black woman leaned in and kissed Corinne before both women turned their attention to giving Leon the best blow job of his life.





Epilogue


Leon was wearing his jersey, jumping in his seat and tossing a football up and down, staring intently at the television. Corinne was laying back on the long couch, staring intently at her tablet, her legs in Tonja’s lap while Tonja rubbed her feet. Both women were wearing their game day shirts. They were Saint’s jerseys with Leon’s number, but they were half shirts that left the stomachs bare and barely covered their breasts. Corinne’s lower belly had a four-month pregnancy bulge. She was wearing a Saint’s cheerleader skirt while Tonja had on white short shorts.

Leon jumped up and slapped the football down hard. “That’s the game! The Saints are going to the Superbowl!” New Orleans had just beat the Vikings in the playoffs.

“YES!” cried Tonja, raising one hand to give her husband a high five.

Corinne looked up. “Who dat? Who dat, Mr. Johnson?” She looked back down at her tablet.

Leon finished a beer. “You ladies want to go to the Superbowl? Watch the Saints beat the Colts?”

They both looked up at him and jumped up. He opened his arms and both women flew into him as the big black man leaned down and kissed them both on the lips. “Yes! GOD DAMN FUCK YEAH!” Leon stepped back and did his touchdown dance. His phone was starting to buzz with texts from his ex-teammates.

Corinne sat back down and picked the tablet up while he looked down at his phone.

“What are you staring at, Cee Cee?” asked Tonja.

“Yeah babe, it’s not like you to take your eyes off a game,” added Leon.

“This is going to sound dumb, but I was supposed to be on my honeymoon right now. I thought I’d check on Simon to see if he’s doing okay.”

“Is he?” asked Tonja.

Corinne snorted. “Better than alright. He’s got a new girlfriend and he took her on my honeymoon.”

“Good for the wimp,” said Leon. “Let see her.”

Corinne turned the tablet around. “She’s a bit nerdy.”

“Jealous?”

“Hell no,” said Corinne, indignantly.

“Nerdy hot,” grunted Leon, nodding appreciatively. Simon’s new girlfriend was by a tiki bar on a beach.

She had a lovely trim body, dark brown hair and black glasses perched on her nose. She was quite pretty. “Looks like she’s got eyes for the bartender.”

Corinne turned the tablet around and looked down at the picture. She slid over to Tonja and shared it with her. “Damn, I got eyes for the bartender,” the black woman added.

The bartender was a shirtless, bald black man with muscles nearly as impressive as Leon’s. Simon and his girlfriend were posing for the picture, but Simon’s new girlfriend’s eyes were turned on the bartender.

“There’s a lot of big black men in the pictures.” Corinne flipped through Simon’s vacation pictures for Tonja.

“That place looks awesome. Where are they?”

“Some new resort in the Caribbean,” said Corinne, looking at the last picture and putting the tablet down. “Someplace I never heard of, but Simon picked it out. A place called…”

“Damballah Island.”



The End



Author’s Note: This was supposed to be a relatively short story, but like many of my stories, it grew on me. Two of the dream sequences were ideas that occurred to me for possible alternative endings, Corinne returning to Coxville County and getting all the cock she can from black athletes or Corinne meeting and hooking up with Lorenzo “Long Dong” Doyle to become an adult film star. I’ve gotten a few criticisms that too many of my stories end with the women going into porn and never really considered that as an ending outside of her enjoying an actual three-way with Lorenzo and Leon. From the start, I always planned on this one having a happy ending with Corinne, Leon, and Tonja enjoying a rewarding if unconventional relationship.

Astute readers might also have caught the numerous “Animal Farm” references. That wasn’t planned, but when I decided to name my alpha character, Napoleon, I tried looking up some of Napoleon’s military quotes, but instead, Napoleon the pig from Animal Farm kept coming up, so I went with those references.