Blacked.com suggestions

 There's been some interest that I mentioned that I sent blacked.com a list of suggestions for short films. They were just ideas to jazz up the scenes slightly. They never responded (I sent it twice when I didn't hear from them the first time). If you like the idea, maybe tweet them and maybe they'll respond. Anyway, thought I'd share what I sent.

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The Wrong Room: Sexy married woman going to meet her husband at a hotel. She's mumbling, "Now what was his room number again?" She sees a door with the latch holding it open. "Oh good, he left it open for me." She enters and hears the shower running. "I think I will surprise him." She strips down to sexy lingerie and then nude. "Surprise!" she says, stepping into the shower with him. She squeals and holds one arm across her breasts and her hand over her crotch when she sees it's a black man. He could have been masturbating. She stares with lust down at his semi-hard cock. "You're not my husband." He replies, "No, but he's a lucky man." He reached out and takes her arm, pulling it away from her breasts and placing it on his cock. "I've never seen a black one before." He chuckles. "I can tell. Why don't you take a closer look?" He pushed her down to her knees. "You're a lot bigger than my husband." "Put it in your mouth and it will get bigger." She licks it and looks up at him, slowly sucking his cock. Eventually he asks, "You like that big black cock?" "God yes, I want it in my pussy." They move to the bed and fuck in a variety of positions. He asks, "Can I see you again?" She says "No, this can't happen again. I'm happily married and I'd never be able to say no to that big black cock of yours. She kisses him goodbye and leaves the room. She calls hubby and finds it's the room next door. She tells him she's too tired for sex. He's mad, he's all horny listening to his coworker fuck some slut in the room next door. She says, "Your coworker?" "Yeah, you'll get to meet him tomorrow. Cool guy. I think you'll like him. At least I hope so, the company just partnered us up and we're going to be seeing a lot of him.

Son's Best Friend: This is based on a story of mine that Kaoscomics also did a comic version. The actress would need to look old enough to be the black guys mother. He's a senior in high school (could be going to a local college). He's wearing a sports jacket. The mother is sunbathing alone in a tiny bikini. Her husband hasn't even seen her in her tanning bikini. The black kid shows up in the back yard. She tells him her son is at school and asks why isn't he at school. He tells her he needs her help with something. He folows her inside where she puts a short robe on. He tells her that he's growing desperate for sex, his girlfriend wants to wait until she's married, all she's ever done is touch him through his pants. He's desperate to be with a woman. The mom tells him that he should respect his girlfriend's wishes. He can take care of it himself, she hears her son doing it all the time. The boy replies, he does take care of it himself and a few weeks ago when he was sleeping over, he went looking for her husband's porn collection. She interupts to say that her husband doesn't have a porn collection. He does and a good one. He also had this. The young black man holds up a VCR tape. She gasps. He told me he destroyed it. We made that when we were newlyweds. She rips the tape out. "Well that takes care of that." He holds up his phone. I digitized your sex tape. The phone could actually have a picture of her nude or a short video of her stripping playing. He threatens to post the tape on social media unless she has sex with him. She refuses and threatens to call the police on him. He says he'll settle for a blowjob. She responds that she hasn't even done that for her husband since they made that tape X number of years ago. She agrees to a hand job, if he deletes the video. He accepts, but wants her nude. She says no, the bikini stays on. He says topless. She agrees, but the panty stays on. They move to the bedroom. He leans his phone on something to film then when her back is turned letting the robe fall down. "Why me?" "You're the hottest milf in town all the guys want to fuck you." She unties her bikini top. He grabs and sucks on one nipple. She pushes him away, gasping. "No touching." She kneels and asks him to take it out, but he tells her to take it out. She reaches in, acting surprised and pulls his cocks out. "Wow! You're bigger than my husband." He responds that he knows, he felt sorry for her watching her sex tape. She starts jerking him off. He tells her he'll finish faster if she talks dirty to him so she starts telling him how much she loves his big black cock. "Enough to suck it?" "I do want to suck it." She starts blowing him while pushing her panty aside and fingering herself. She stops, gasping, sawing his big cock is hurting her jaw. He offers to repay the favor. She gets on her back and he pulls her panty off, going down on her. Eventually, he kisses up her body and pushes his cock inside fucking her, with her screaming how much she loves it. He cums and she tells him next time to bring condoms. He asks, "Next time?" She tells him her husband and son are leaving on a fishing trip and they could fuck all weekend.

A woman trying to get her daughter into college like in the recent Lori Loughlin scandal. The scene is a simple office where she's seated talking to a black coach about putting her on a team. He responds that he could do it, but if they got caught, he could get in a lot of trouble for it, maybe even go to jail. She understands and offers him 10,000 dollars if he'll do it. He responds that 10k is a start, but wants something else. "How far are you willing to go?" He stands and pulls his cock out. She acts indignant, but starts sucking him, eventually stripping and fucking him. He tells her he'll expect the same payment each semester. She agrees, she's never been fucked like that before. He looks in a folder at a picture of her daughter. "Well, I hope the daughter is as agreeable as the mom."

The Pool Game: A white couple is playing pool when a black man challenges the husband. The husband runs out of money and the black man makes him the offer that the wife has to take off an article of clothing for every ball he sinks. Finally, he offers double or nothing that he gets to fuck the wife. The (now nude) wife tells her husband they can't afford to lose all that money. They black man sinks the 8 ball and fucks the wife on the pool table. The husband looks distraught watching, but eventually, he's jerking off urging the black man to fuck her good.

A super-hero spoof: The actress is wearing a costume. Maybe a white one=piece with a red heart on it and a red cape with red boots and a mask around her eyes. She enters a warehouse setting, maybe beats up a couple extras. She enters an office with a couch or matress on the floor. A black man with a skull painted on his face and a top hat (Thin Baron Samedi from the Bond film "Live and Let Die") steps out and blows dust in her face, placing her under his spell. The villain gloats that he now has The Queen of Hearts (or other name) under his spell. He orders her to remove his mask revealing her secret identity.  He then has her strip for him and take his cock out, sucking him. They have sex on the matress. It ends with him giving her a new costume, a black spade bikini, black cape, and boots. He gives her the new name the Queen of Spades. This is based on a story of mine "The Rise and Fall of the Queen of Hearts". 

A part 2 has the Queen of Spades robbing an office. She is stopped by a black scurity guard. She seduces him and fucks him senseless, stealing the safe. The safe is fake (a painted box or something) looking like she has superstrength lifting it.

A Tomb Raider Spoof: The setting would be complicated, a fake temple set like in the begining of Raiders of the Lost Ark where the monkey idol is sitting on a pedestal. Alternatively, it could be in a cave, she could be in a bikini emerging from under a waterfall carrying the idol, or she could just be running down a beach carrying the idol. The idol is a statue of a black man with an erect penis, a Carribean tourist novelty such as a black man in a barrel which when the barrel is lifted the penis springs up, or simply a black dildo. She has a black man helping her. He is dressed like an adventurer with backpack, canteen, binoculars, etc. He might be spying on her bathing or under the waterfall. She comments, "Don't spy on me Max. Remember you're my employee and our relationship is strictly professional." Later, they are camped around a fire. She might be in a tent and he's in a sleeping bag. She wakes up and removes the idol, staring at it, perhaps talking to it. She stands as if in a trance and removes her clothes. She approaches her black employee. He wakes and stares at her. "What's gotten into you boss?" She responds, "I know what I want to get in me," fondling his penis. They have sex. When he orgasms, she stands back up as if in a trance and returns to her tent/sleeping bag, bowing to the idol or kissing the head of it's penis before getting back in bed. The next morning, he makes a pass at her and she rebuffs him. "What's wrong with you. I told you that our relationship is strictly professional." She stares at the idol again and he asks her what she's going to do with it. "It belongs in a museum." He tells he that she should hang on to it for a while. Keep it as a trophy. She nods. "I do feel a strange attachment to the idol." Perhaps, she mumbles something about having a dream where she had sex with the idol and doesn't remember at what point she removed her clothes last night.

Nurse and Patient: Setting is a hospital room or she could be a visiting nurse to a private home. The actress comes in to a hospital room. The BM is laid up in bed with bandages or casts on his hands. She grabs a clipboard off the foot of the bed. "So how are you today, Mr. Black?" He replies, "My hands are doing a little better." She says, "Well, I can see you are do for a sponge bath today." She starts sponging him clean, pulling the covers back, and gasping when she sees his penis. She washes around it and over it. He begs her to take care of it for him as he can't jerk off and he's feeling backed up. She says, "I can't Mr. Black, I'm a married woman." He pleads, "But you're a caregiver and I need care. Just jerk it off for me." Reluctantly, she takes it in hand and starts jerking it off, she's staring at it with fascination. He asks her to suck it. She tells him, she doesn't even do it for her husband and Mr. Black is a good deal bigger, but she does, getting into it. He tells her that he'd cum quicker if she took her clothes off. She strips, sucking him some more, getting sluttier until she climbs on the bed and mounts him. Afterwards, he says, "Same time tomorrow, nurse?" She says, "Same time tomorrow, Mr. Black."

Poker game: Round poker table or regular table perhaps in a living room with a couch nearby. This is a common theme in stories. The husband loses a bet and has to share his wife. The wife is dressed sexy, blouse open, waiting while her husband and the black male bet on a hand of poker. There's a big pile of chips on the table. The black man looks smug. The white man is smiling, showing his hand to his wife. The BM goes all in. The WM says, "But I don't have enough to cover the bet?" The BM smirks, "Well, your wife's been teasing me all game. How about you bet her?" She looks horrified her husband would even consider it. They talk privately, he tells her how hard it is to beat his hand and how much money is in the pot. She reluctantly agrees. The BM wins and makes the wife strip and blow him while the husband watches. He does her on the poker table or nearby couch and she loves it, telling the BM how much better he is. Afterwards, she looks at her husband and asks if they can host the poker game again next month. Alternatively, there could be one or two more BMs at the table and the wife ends up taking them all. Another trick would be that she doesn't see her husbands hand, but peeks at it after he folds and she has sex with the BM and sees that her husband actually had the winning hand and wanted to see his wife get fucked. Or, the hubby and wife step away to discuss the bet, with her telling him she doesn't want to fuck a black guy. The BM cheats, checking the husband's cards and slipping himself the winning hand.

Houseguest story: A white couple and black friend are sitting in a living room. The BM is thanking them for letting him stay there after his wife threw him out. He'll start looking for a place to stay tomorrow. The talk turns to sex, the BM complaining he needs to find a date, he hasn't had sex he and his wife had their big fight weeks ago. The couple complain that they haven't had sex in months, with her working nights (maybe she's a night shift nurse). She's lucky to even get a kiss. The husband's tired and wants to go to bed. They go to the bedroom. He gets in bed. She strips, telling him she has an hour if he wants to get a quickie in, but he's already asleep. She puts her uniform on and leaves. She comes home the next day and strips in the bedroom, hearing the shower running. She smiles thinking it's her husband and steps inside the shower. The black friend is in there jerking off, thinking about the wife. Similar to my first suggestion, she might squeal and try to cover herself, but eventually she gives in, blowing and kissing the BM before moving to the bedroom. He tells her that it looks like they found a solution to their sex problem. She  agrees, telling him to slow down apartment hunting so she can fuck him every day when she comes home from work. 

Pool set: Wife sunbathing in bikini. BM shows up carrying a camera. The husband either hired him to photograph his wife or he's casing the house to rob it later and tells the wife he's there to photograph her.  She's surprised and scared until he shows her the camera, but realizes this must be for their upcoming anniversary. They start with him taking pictures of her in her bikini, eventually telling her to take her top off. She's reluctant, but he reminds her that he's a professional and that her hubby will love it. She does and he tells her the pictures will be sexier if she's glistening. He puts the camera down and rubs oil all over her body, concentrating on her breasts and making her aroused. They return to taking pictures and he asks her to remove her panty. She does, standing nude in the pool while he snaps more shots. Finally, he tells her that he needs to get in the pool with her to take the last shots. He pulls off his shirt, saying he strip down to his swimsuit, but strips naked. "Whoops, looks like I forgot my suit." He joins her in the pool naked, takes a few pics. Sets the camera aside and says she needs more oil. This time, he rubs his naked body against hers and fingers her leading to her blowing him and them fucking by the pool. 

The Ghost in Room 212: This idea is based on a fake porno that appeared in one of my stories where the black male was an albino. The scene opened with a BM wearing a 1950s style hat and suit and a married white woman meet in a hotel room and have sex. He fucks her telling her, she's black only now and she agrees. Her angry husband bursts into the room and shoots the BM, setting up a haunting. The actor was then replaced by the albino actor as the ghost. In a real movie, the black actor could just wear some halloween makeup to appear a dead. The dark opening could also be avoided by simply having the desk clerk warn the woman staying in the room that it's supposedly haunted by the ghost of a black man shot in the room 60 odd year ago.

Optionally, the white woman was also shot fleeing into the adjoining room and the two lovers can only be together on Halloween night or the anniversary of the night they were shot, crossing into the other's room to fuck again. The ghost whispers with each encounter, "Black only" in their ears. Alternatively, she could be the ghost only appearing in the room when there's a BM guest. 

The first senario featured a business woman (dressed porn sexy) getting the last room at the hotel and being warned by the desk clerk. She sexily undresses, calls her husband and slips into bed. The ghost comes out of the closet with a fog machine blowing smoke out. The covers are pulled off the sleeping nude woman. He sucks her nipples and goes down on her. She sucks him and they fuck. He whispers "Black only" in her ear. She glances in a mirror and sees herself alone, hips rising into the imaginary thrusts of his cock. She awakens the next morning, feeling great, but beleiving it was all a dream. She mumbles something about making this a regular stop on her business trips. Maybe if she invites the black desk clerk to her room, she can stay there for free. Maybe he'll let me suck his big black cock when I check out this morning. She leaves licking her lips.

Other senarios would feature a medium staying in the room trying to contact the ghost with a ouija board or a spirit box. 

Two young girls staying in the haunted room trying to summon the ghost. They strip to sexy lingerie and sit on the bed with a ouija board. The board tells them to kiss. They ask, "Kiss who?" The board says, each other. The board tells them to strip, make out, go down on each other, with the shost appearing and fucking both girls. 

An actress in a sexy nun costume trying to excercise the room. After he appears and they have sex, he whispers "Black only." She leaves the room either thinking about a black priest from Africa or volunteering to help the black youths in the poor neighborhood.

A white couple take the room. The man lays on the bed while the woman stats blowing him. The ghost appears and enters her from behind, forcing her forwards. He says something about her never sucking his dick so forcefully before. She takes her lips off, moaning, "It's so big!" The white man says, "You never told me that before baby, I like it." The ghost whispers, "Black only," and the woman looks up and yells at the man to get out. She doesn't want his white dick anymore. He grabs his clothes and leaves, leaving her alone with the ghost.

A black couple are in the next room. The man wants a blow job, but the woman tells him no, she has a headache, putting on a sleep mask. The female ghost appears and starts sucking his cock. They have sex and she leans over whispering in the sleeping wife's ear, "Suck your husband's cock more." Alternatively, the female ghost could wake her and they have a threesome.

A woman rents the room on the night the two ghosts can crossover. She awkens to find the two ghosts slipping into bed with her for a threeway.

Another scene could have the black desk clerk with one of the women thrilled that every woman he puts in that room comes out hungry for some black cock.

Next part of Fuck Weed

 This part is a little slower covering the week before Shawn's return.

Mike managed to lead her to the shower. He turned the water on, waited until it was hot, and helped her in. He watched her shower through the glass door, an erotic and sexy sight except for the fact that she was washing off another man’s semen. When she was done, he held the towel for her and dried her off. It was another act that would have excited him under different circumstances. Afterwards, they took a long nap.

Mike fixed a quick dinner for the two of them. Mostly, they remained silent. She was starting to feel embarrassed and wouldn’t look him in the eyes. Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about the weekend. He didn’t like it. He believed he could forgive Jodi for her behavior if the last 24 hours were all there was to it. He also knew that a lot of what had happened was his fault.

He thought she might feel better after taking a bath. It was something he’d come up with on her birthday. He called it, “the pampering”. He prepared her a hot bubble bath with lavender bath salts and afterwards she’d laid down on her stomach on their bed and he massaged her. She hadn’t let him turn the lights on, but he’d gotten to run his hands all over her body. She’d even turned over so that he could rub her front. The pampering had worked and she’d gotten aroused. He mounted her and made slow love to his wife. This was before he’d started having difficulties with erection.

This wasn’t a romantic evening. He just thought a bath might relax her. She was grateful and stepped in the tub. Unusually, she had forgotten to shut and lock the door to the bathroom. It was open a crack and Mike decided to take a peek and check up on her, afraid she might have fallen asleep. Her head was back, resting on the rim, eyes closed. Her arm was in the water and it looked like her hand was between her legs. Her lips parted moaning slightly. She was playing with herself! The weed was still affecting her. He'd never thought of Jodi as a masturbator, but here she was fingering herself in the tub. She whimpered, arching her back enough he could see her nipples emerge from the water, suds covering parts of her breasts. He pulled back and slipped into bed, surprised to see, he was sporting a decent erection. The weed was still in his system too.

Her erection was gone by the time Jodi joined him in the bedroom. She sat on the bed and dropped her towel. Under different circumstances, he’d been thrilled to see she was nude. Jodi normally wore a pull over night gown. She looked sexy as hell in it, especially from the front where it clung to her breasts. She only removed it for sex and sometimes she only lifted it up to her waist during sex. Usually, she removed it just before he entered her and replaced it as soon as he was done.

Mike rolled over and stared at her sleek back. She was squirting skin cream into her palm and rubbing it into her breasts and chest. His penis stiffened a little, but shrank again when his mind pictured her rubbing Shawn’s semen all over her skin. She leaned forward and did her legs.

“Want me to do your back?” he asked.

Jodi froze a second. She sat straight up and raised her wet red hair up off her shoulder. “Please?” she asked, reaching around her to hand her the lotion. He sat up and began rubbing the skin cream into her back while also massaging her shoulders and neck. She moaned softly, enjoying his touch. When he finished, he kissed her on the shoulder. “Thank you,” she said. She turned the light out and slipped in beside him, sleeping nude in a bed for the first time since their honeymoon.

Mike woke several hours later to fingers caressing his dick. Jodi squeezed his prick, tugging on it. Her tugs turned to slow strokes as he hardened. Jodi didn’t sleep in the nude, nor did she ever initiate sex, but here she was, gently jerking him off. When he was hard, she sat up, leaning down and taking his dick in her mouth. Mike moaned and ran his hands through her hair.

Jodi adjusted herself slightly. Her knees were up by him, her bosom pushed into his stomach as she bobbed her head over his shaft. Mike sighed and relaxed enjoying the feeling of being in his wife’s hot mouth. He was relieved she still had any interest in his little penis after experiencing Shawn.

Jodi leaned further down, easily deepthroating his six-and-a-half-inch penis. She was nearly laying on him now and a few seconds later, she was raising one leg over him, her pussy just above his face. He was glad he couldn’t see it, not sure what kind of shape it was in after getting fucked repeatedly by a foot long penis. She lowered it a little. Mike wanted to eat her. They’d never 69’d before and this was pretty exciting. He raised his nose to her pussy, fearing it would smell like spunk, but the only aroma his nostril inhaled was lavender from the bath. She smelled clean. He raised his tongue up and licked up her slit. Jodi jumped slightly, but moaned and pushed her pussy back into his tongue.

Mike slid his arms under her thighs and wrapped his hands around her waist pulling her back into his thrusting tongue. She humped him, sucking his dick harder. He was surprised he’d lasted this long or could manage a strong erection. Her mouth felt great, lips tightly embracing his shaft to keep him hard. He could feel the cum welling in his balls. He switched tactics. Sucking her clit hard between his lips.

“YES!” she cried, raisin her head off his dick. “Keep sucking my clit.” She took him in her mouth again.

Mike sucked her clit like it was one of her nipples. She kept humping his face. Her anus must have been pushing into his nose, but even that smelled of lavender. Her cry was muffled by his dick in her mouth. Her thighs trembled and she came just as Mike quit sucking her slit and pushed his tongue back in her pussy.

It was like swallowing a raw oyster.

The thick pudding like substance slid down his tongue and into his mouth. What the hell? He thought, just as another oyster-sized wad of pudding shot into his mouth. It was hot, didn’t taste all that bad, and it was like nothing he’d ever tasted before yet it still seemed familiar. She pushed her pussy hard into his mouth, her orgasmic contractions shooting out more of the pudding until his mouth was full. He couldn’t breathe his nose was bent against her anus and her pussy was covering his mouth. Mike was forced to swallow, his mind realizing that what the substance was even as it was sliding down his throat. He tried to stop struggling a little, his wiggling tongue enticing out another wad of Shawn’s sperm into his mouth. Mike came, thrusting his dick deep between Jodi’s lips as he ejaculated. Another wad of semen slipped into his mouth. Mike closed his throat and lowered his head from Jodi’s pussy so that he could breathe through his nose. She wasn’t done cumming and a final large wad of Shawn’s seed, splattered across his face, covering his nostrils. The fresh lavender scent was gone and all he could smell was the ammonia-like stink of another man’s cum.

Jodi slid off him. Mike rolled off the bed the second he was free and ran to the bedroom. The last wad was still rolling around on his tongue and he spit it out into the sink. He ran the hot water, but used a cold wet cloth to clean the semen off his face. He rinsed it off under the hot water and washed his face again. He wanted to gag. In the mirror, he could see Jodi sitting up on the bed, spitting out his semen into a dixie cup of water she kept on the nightstand. She looked as disgusted as he did even though she’d swallowed him last week and at least two loads of Shawn’s semen over the last day.

Mike rinsed his mouth out with mouthwash and left the bathroom, switching places with Jodi. She also rinsed her mouth out with mouthwash before slipping back into bed.

The first rays of dawn were illuminating the room when he felt Jodi’s hand on his dick again. This time she had a lot more trouble getting him hard. She pulled and tugged on his prick until it stiffened enough. She climbed on top of him, squeezing the base of his dick to make it hard enough to enter her. It did turn fully erect at the sight of his wife’s nude body mounting his dick, but it quickly deflated after she’d only rode him a couple times. She bounded too high on the third and his dick slithered out. She squeezed his prick almost painfully until she could force the head back inside her and started humping him again. “Come on, Mike,” she gasped. “Come on, baby. Deeper. I need it deeper. I need a cock, a big bl… Noooooo,” she whimpered as Mike grunted, his limp dick leaking out a few meager drops of semen into her. “Dammit.”

“Sorry,” he said, feeling emasculated. This wasn’t the first time this happened. This was common when he’d first started developing ED. He’d gotten her worked up enough she wanted sex only to disappoint her, cumming after a few strokes or losing his erection almost immediately. The pills had been like a miracle drug to him.

She tapped him a few times on the shoulder to tell him it was alright. Though it wasn’t.

Jodi showered first and dressed for school in one of her figure hiding dresses. She beat him home from work that day. He entered the kitchen. She was sitting with her head in her arms. “Honey, are you okay?” he asked concerned.

Jodi raised her head. Her eyes were red and tears were running down her cheeks. She was a natural beauty and wore little makeup, but the little she wore was smeared. “Oh, Mike, I’m so sorry,” she cried. “I don’t know what came over me.”

Mike held his arms open. “Come here.”

Jodi stood up and ran into his embrace. She buried her head in his shoulder, still sobbing. “Can you forgive me? I behaved like a total slut.”

“There there, honey,” he reassured her patting her on the back. “It wasn’t you. It was the weed.”

“It made me act like a slut, Mike.” She shook in his arms. “I slept with one of my students, I… I… fucked a nigg… a black man.” She shook violently.

Mike hugged her tighter. “It’s as much my fault as yours. You were right I should have turned that weed in to the police.”

Jodi broke the embrace. “Yes, you should have.” Her green eyes were stared back at him. They looked sad. They were red from crying.

Her pupils were normal.

Jodi went back to the table and sat down, laying her head in her arms. “I don’t want to have anything to do with Shawn Wright again,” she said into her arms.

Ironically, thought Mike, her face was right where Shawn had left a pool of cum on their table yesterday. Mike had wiped it up before dinner. “We could go away for the weekend?” he asked. This was her final week of school for the summer and they’d often took a weekend off.

“That would just delay it.” She raised her head and smiled at him sadly. “And it might make him mad.”

“We could call the cops. Maybe set him up?”

“A man like that has friends, Mike. They would hurt us if Shawn found out it was us. Plus, how long would he stay locked up on a marijuana charge?”

“Not long,” sighed Mike. “It’s not even illegal. A judge wouldn’t care all that much that it’s a new strain of weed. He’d be back on the street a day later.”

“And really pissed off.”

“And really pissed off,” He agreed.

“I don’t see an out, Mike. I’ll pray every night that he doesn’t come back, but if he does, he does.”

“Jodi, if he keeps cumming inside you, you might get pregnant.” She shuddered. “And what’s to stop him from coming back whenever he feels like it, even after we’ve paid him back?”

She shuddered again.

**********

The rest of the week passed like normal. Jodi came home Thursday after school in a good mood. It was the last student day and she wouldn’t have to deal with the annoying brats for another three months. Plus, there was an opening for a second-grade teacher. She’d expressed interest to her boss and had a shot at transferring to another school with younger, better-behaved kids.

Friday was for teachers only and a half day. She planned on going shopping after work. The shadow of the approaching weekend hung over her with the possible return of Shawn to their home. Still, she hadn’t heard a peep out of him since he left last Sunday. Maybe, her prayers were being answered?

Mike came home from work Friday, entering though the front door. He sighed when he saw the pile of bags on the couch. She warned him she was going shopping. He hoped she hadn’t replaced the ugly church outfit Shawn had destroyed.

“Honey, I’m in the kitchen,” she called.

Mike dropped his briefcase and walked towards the kitchen. He wanted to ask if she’d gotten the call they’d been dreading, but didn’t want to ruin the mood if she hadn’t. He froze in shock at the entrance to the kitchen. His first shock was that she was actually making dinner. He usually took her out Friday nights and mostly, he was the cook in the family. The bigger shock was over what she was wearing… yoga pants! Jodi didn’t even wear yoga pants for yoga! The pants were clinging to her shapely legs and even more impressively, her well-rounded ass. Seeing Jodi wearing these were like a dream come true. She turned and approached him. His eyes transfixed on her bare navel. Above, her yoga pants she was wearing a while sleeveless halter. Her sexy shapely belly was fully on display. He could even see a dark bra through her top. Also surprising him, she was barefoot. He rarely saw her barefoot and she’d panted her toenails red. This was like a fantasy outfit to him. If his golfing buddies saw her wearing this they’d be so jealous.

“I’m guessing you like?” she asked, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

“I like,” he said, nodding, after kissing her. She returned to the counter where she was tossing a salad. Mike just stood there and stared happily at her ass. “Buy that today?”

She didn’t turn around, but kept working. “Got this a couple days ago. I wore it out shopping.”

Holy shit! She wore that out to the mall! “I can’t believe you wore that out in public?”

Jodi sighed and did turn around. “It wasn’t easy. Every male I passed checked me out. A few tried to talk to me.”

Maybe his dream of her dressing sexier wasn’t that good of an idea? “Did any bother you?”

“Just your buddy Eddie.”

“You ran into Eddie?” Eddie was one of his golfing buddies. He’d spread the word to his friends over how hot Jodi looked. Mike felt slightly pleased with this.

“No offense, Eddie’s a little creepy. He kept staring at my belly.”

“He’s got a thing for bellybuttons.”

“Told me I should get it pierced.”

“That would be sexy,” agreed Mike.

“I’ll stick with just having my ears pierced, thank you.” She turned back to the salad. “I was worried Eddie wasn’t going to leave me alone. He practically followed me into the lingerie store, but luckily his wife showed up and dragged him off. She gave me a look over and apparently didn’t approve of my new look.

“Diane’s used to being the hottest woman in any group. I think her weight gain after her last baby’s left her a little bitter. Wait, did you say lingerie store?”

“Yes. If you’re a good boy, I might even let you see me in some of my new outfits.”

“Oh, I’m a good boy,” said Mike. “What’s for dinner?”

“Salad,” she replied.

“Just a salad? I’m pretty hungry.” He looked down at the bowl. It was a large garden salad and to be fair, there were several strips of chicken on it.

“I want you hungry.”

“Oh yeah, why?” he asked, confused.

“Cause your pills are more effective on an empty stomach.”

“Yeah,” he said, chewing some lettuce. “They do work better… oh. OH!”

Jodi smiled at him.

Later, they watched a movie together on the couch. His stomach was growling and he was starving, but she was right. His ED meds did work better on an empty stomach. He got up halfway through the movie to take a couple pills. After the movie, he followed her upstairs, staring at her ass the whole time. As he watched her cheeks flexing with each step up the stairs his penis was already stirring.

They stopped by the bed and faced each other. Jodi reached up and loosened his tie, pulling it off. Her hands unbuttoned his dress shirt, working their way down until his shirt was open. He lifted her halter over her head, stunned at the sight of her bra. It wasn’t black, but a dark blue, it squeezed her breasts, displaying a lot of cleavage and showing off more breast flesh than any of her plain old bras.

Her panty matched the bra and as she stood before him in her new underwear, all he could think of was that she should have been an Instagram model. She needed to display her amazing body on social media. She couldn’t look any more beautiful than she did at that… Jodi unhooked her bra. No, topless was better, a lot better. And as she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, Mike thought. Nude is the best of all. Women that looked as good as Jodi naked shouldn’t wear clothes.

This great and amazing night only got better. Jodi laid down on top the bed, never turning the lights out. Mike mounted her. The head of his dick found its way into her pussy without any help and he found her warm and ready for him. His dick slid easily inside. They both groaned in pleasure at their mating.

Her pussy felt different. It was still hot and wet, but it’s embrace wasn’t as tight and even as he buried his dick inside her, he felt her channel continued on way past the maximum reach of his penis. Still, she seemed like she was enjoying it and she still wanted him even after she’d been stretched out by a much larger man. Maybe, when this was over, her pussy would contract back to normal?

They made love for ten minutes and it was wonderful, some of the best sex they’d ever had. Mike and Jodi stared into each other’s eyes, pausing to kiss passionately. He slowed down when he felt he was getting close, withdrawing most of his prick so that he could hunch over her and suckle her hard nipples. She writhed beneath him, humping her crotch into the head of his dick wanting him back inside her. He gave it to her, increasing the speed of his thrusts until he felt the cum welling up in his balls. “Getting close,” he groaned.

“Not yet,” she gasped. “Slow down.”

Mike didn’t slow down. He pulled back until his dick sprang free. It was twitching. He let it calm down, before pushing it back in. Jodi humped up into him. “Harder,” she moaned.

Mike thrust harder, groaning as he felt his orgasm growing.

“Slow down,” she begged.

“Do you want it harder or do you want me to slow down?” he asked, holding it inside her and letting the feeling in his balls fade.

“As hard as you can without finishing,” she whispered. “I think I might.”

The thought of making her cum thrilled Mike and he tried to give her what she wanted to the best of his ability. He worked his dick in hard, even slamming it forward, pausing and pulling it out to let it calm down. He waited a while, teasing the entrance to her pussy with the tip until he felt he could go hard again. “Can’t hold off much longer,” he gasped.

“That’s it Mike. Fuck me. Hard. Cum in me.” He worked his dick in and out as fast as he could, the sperm welling in his balls again. “YES! Yes, Mike. I’m close, baby. Gonna cum. I’m gonna…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

They both jumped at the noise as Jodi’s phone jumped on the dresser nightstand the bed. Mike’s final thrust shot several strong spurts of his seed inside her as he came. Jodi’s approaching orgasm faded and went away. They both looked at each other and turned to look at the phone on the nightstand.

Mike pulled out. He had one of those huge erections, he got right after ejaculating. Jodi slid up and picked up her phone to look at the text. “It’s Shawn,” she said, looking at him crestfallen.

Mike’s penis withered on the spot, shrinking down to only half its size.

“He’s coming tomorrow at seven,” she said gulping, her eyes staring at him, pleading for help.

Mike couldn’t help noticing that even as his penis was shrinking into his testicles, her erect nipples were swelling even harder to the point her areola lifted off her breast.

**********

Jodi came down for breakfast wearing her yoga pants again with a matching sport’s bra. “Wow,” said Mike, staring at her.

“Thought I’d get a work out in.”

“Can I come watch?” he asked, filling her breakfast plate.

She just smiled at him, sitting down to eat. Mike was going to mow the lawn while she was at the gym and clean out the hot tub. Despite their trepidation over Shawn’s impending return, they had things to do that day.

Jodi left and returned a few hours later with a haircut. “You got your hair done?”

“I’ve had an appointment for weeks,” she lied. She just felt like a haircut and after that she’d gotten her nails done, but he wouldn’t notice that. “This top keeps my breasts pretty firm,” she said, jumping. Her breasts jiggled quite a bit, but not as much as they did in one of her bras.

“Yeah, they do.”

“I’m going to try to jog around the block.”

“Sure,” said Mike, wondering what the neighbors would think seeing Jodi dressed like that out running. It was Saturday and they’d be out mowing or washing their cars. They’d be in for a shock. He smiled at the thought, liking the idea.

Jodi returned, breathing heavily from her workout. She wasn’t done working out and entered the garage to use her exercise bike.

Mike watched TV while waiting for her to finish exercising. He was wondering where all her energy was coming from or maybe she was just killing time from nervousness. She was pale and a little shaky when she came in from the garage. Shawn had texted her again.

Answer the door in your bikini. Greet me like you greet yo husband. Have the hot tub ready.

“You don’t have to go through that again, Jodi,” said Mike, handing the phone back to her. “We can just get in the car and leave.”

“And go where? He’d find us eventually.” Jodi sighed. She looked at the clock on the wall. They’d had four hours. “I’m going to take a nap and then a bath.”

“I guess I’ll fill the hot tub back up.”

Jodi didn’t think she’d be able to nap, but the hot day and her work out must have worn her out. She quickly fell asleep, her anxiety over Shawn returning giving her a vivid dream.

She was sitting at her school desk, grading papers. All the ethnic students, she used a red pen to write F before circling it and setting the paper aside. There was a knock on her door. Jodi stood up from her desk. Behind her, the blackboard was gone having been replaced by a mirror showing her reflection and the rest of her empty classroom. She was dressed more like a porn star then a teacher. She wore a tight black skirt with a white button-down blouse. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and for some reason she wore black rimmed glasses. She pushed her glasses back on her nose and walked over to answer the door. The school security officer stood there looking grim. “Sorry, Mrs. Hayes,” he told her. “They shut down the special education classes.” He entered her room leading Shawn Wright by a pair of wrist restraints. Shawn was naked except for tiny white boxers that could barely contain his bulging cock. “He’s all yours.”

“That’s okay, officer,” she told him, watching him cut Shawn’s restraints. Shawn spread his wrists apart and flexed his bulging biceps. The Shawn in her dream was the current 19 year old Shawn and not the 15 year old she’d had in class.

“Four years in detention,” he grunted. “You sentenced me to four years in detention, bitch.”

“Want me to stay?” asked the officer, warily eyeing the giant black man. He’d suddenly turned into Mike.

“No thanks, you can go Mike.” She slapped a ruler down on her palm. “I can handle Mr. Wright.” She stared at Shawn after Mike shut the door. “First things first, Mr. Wright.”

“Yeah?”

“Pull your underwear down.”

“Yes, Mrs. Hayes.” He stepped out of his underwear, his plump cock uncoiling and falling out.

“Now that is one big black cock, Mr. Wright,” she said, stepping up to him and taking it in her hand.

“Yes it is, Mrs. Hayes. Chu like it?”

“Why yes, Mr. Wright. I like it. I like it very much.” She took it in her hand and stroked it to full hardness, letting it fall so that it was sticking straight out. “Why this is the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen.” She laid her ruler down on top of it. The ruler balanced perfectly on the thickness of the straight black cock. “Why it’s a perfect 12 inches,” she stated impressed. “Mr. Wright, how would you like to get your grade up in my class?”

“I’d like that very much, Mrs. Hayes.”

“I thought you would,” she told him, kneeling and taking his cock in her mouth. Jodi started bobbing her head. In her dream she managed to take the entire thing. He grabbed her head, fucking her face shoving his cock down her throat while he pulled her hair out of a pony tail. He came down her throat and she gulped it down. “I give the taste of your cum an A, Mr. Wright.” She stood, licking some semen off her lips.

“Let’s see what you think of dis then?” Shawn grabbed her blouse and ripped it open sending buttons flying all over the floor.

Jodi was soon on her desk being fucked by Shawn just like he had fucked her on her kitchen table Sunday morning. “Fuck me. Fuck me. I love your big black cock, Mr. Wright. An A+.” She turned and looked at her reflection in the blackboard/mirror. She saw her nude body laying on her desk while Shawn held her legs up slamming his cock in and out of her. Her hair was spread out over the table and her glasses were askew on her nose. “I give you an A+”

“And I’m gonna give you a black baby. Gonna bust a nut in yo pussy, teach TILF. Put a black baby in that white belly. Here cums my nut, slut. Take my SEED…”

BBBUUUZZZZZZ!

Jodi sat straight up gasping and covered in sweat. Her alarm buzzed again and she reached over to shut her phone off. The pillow and bed were soaked like she’d had a fever break. Her thighs were even wetter and her nipples were so erect they were scraping painfully against the insides of her sports bra.

She sat up and pulled the bra off, sighing with relief when the cool air from the AC caressed her aching nipples. Topless and on shaky legs from her dream, she walked to the bathroom, skipping the shower, she went to the tub and started the water, pulling off her yoga pants while it was running. Nude, she added her lavender scent bath salts and bubbles to the water. It was 5:30, ninety minutes until Shawn got here.

Her arousal subsided during her bath, though her nipples remained hard. She sank down into the hot water, letting it soak her hair before coming back up. Jodi raised her leg out of the bubbles, reaching for her razor to make sure her legs were nice and shaved. After doing both legs and under her arms, she ran the razor down both sides of her bush. Done shaving, she sank back down into the water. She didn’t want to over do it knowing she’d be sitting in the overly hot tub soon anyway, but the soak felt good.

When she was done, Jodi dried herself off and stared at herself in the mirror. She plugged her curling iron in and applied some light makeup, adding some green eye shadow that complimented her eyes and some lipstick. When the curling iron was hot, she added some curls to her newly cut hair. Finished, she stood up straight and stared at herself in the mirror. The image of herself staring at her reflection while Shawn fucked her flashed through her brain. She turned away from her reflection and walked over to her bags of new clothes and began looking for the one with the new bikini.

**********

Mike was pacing nervously, worried what the night might bring. It was just minutes until seven. Jodi appeared at the top of the stairs stopping him in his tracks. His jaw dropped open. “You got a new bikini?” he stated the obvious.

“I wanted one that fit.”

“I’m not sure that one’s much better.” His eyes swept down her voluptuous body. It did fit better, but even though it covered more of her body then the other bikini, it made her look sluttier. Her new bikini was a solid red string bikini. The panty tied high on the hips and the front was cut low, nearly to the tops of her pubes. The top cups caressed her tits along the outside displaying a lot of breast flesh between her bosom. The red strap connecting the cups ran under her breasts. Her ever-prominent nipples were trying their best to poke through the top.

Mike’s watch dinged. “It’s seven,” he said.

Jodi descended the stairs. She stared at the door. “Maybe he’s not…”

DING DONG!

They both jumped a little. They turned and glanced at each other before turning back to stare at the door.

DING DONG!

Jodi’s shoulders fell in defeat as she began strolling towards the front door. Mike’s eyes moved down to her ass. The new bikini wasn’t a thong, but the rear covering left little to the imagination. It more or less just covered her ass crack leaving her outer cheeks bare.

DING DONG! DING DONG! DING DONG!

“Alright already,” she muttered, turning the knob and opening the door. Shawn’s massive form towered over her. She stared up at him trying not to tremble.

“Good evening, Mrs. Hayes.”

“Shawn,” she said.

“Well?”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Is this how you greet yo husband?” His brow furrowed as he glowered down at her.

“Welcome home, honey,” she said.

“Naw bitch. Like this.” Shawn’s huge arms enveloped her, grabbing and squeezing her ass cheeks. He pulled her into him. Jodi pushed off arching her back and looking up at him just as he brought his broad black lips down to her pink ones. He kissed her forcing his tongue into her mouth. She tried to push it out with her tongue, but all that did was cause their tongues to intertwine. His fingers dug into her lush buttocks pulling her tighter against him and lifting him to her tiptoes. His swelling cock pushed into her belly. “That’s how you greet yo man,” he grunted.

Jodi spun around wild-eyed. Her cheeks were flushed and she was breathing heavily. Her nipples were still hard and pushing out her top, but now her areolae were also visible having puffed up off her breasts. Mike’s nervousness began to increase. Jodi couldn’t actually be turned on by the ugly brute, could she?

“You got yo bong, Mr. Hayes?”

“Please no,” groaned Jodi, not sure how she’d behave under the influence of the fuck weed though she also didn’t want to do anything with Shawn without it.

“Go get it,” ordered Shawn. He turned and walked through the sliding glass door to the hot tub. It was warm out and all Shawn had on was a white tank top, camouflage patterned shorts, and bare feet in men’s slides. He stepped out of the slides and pulled the tank top off over his head. Jodi’s eyes went straight to his muscular torso. “Here ya go,” said Shawn pulling a small bag of weed from a pocket and tossing it to Mike.

“This doesn’t add to our debt, does it?” asked Mike, suspiciously.

“No white boy,” said Shawn laughing. “It’s mostly for me. I ain’t neva gonna fuck again without it.”

“Not me?” asked Jodi in a small voice.

“If chu want some, Mrs. Hayes. If chu want some. Show me a good time this weekend and I might just let chu off the hook.” Her eyes lit up with hope at that. “Now why don’t you go get me a beer.

“Yes, Shawn,” she said, turning and leaving.

Mike felt the color drain from his face when Shawn bent down and slipped his shorts off. His cock was nearly sticking straight out, slightly bent down. Nude, the large black man turned and stepped down into the tub. Mike pulled his own shirt off. He wasn’t just conscious of how much smaller his prick was from Shawn, but by how inferior his physical body was with his skinny build, sunken chest, and slight paunch. He climbed into the tub with his suit on.

“Dis is nice, Mr. Hayes,” said Shawn taking the bong and filling the bowl with some of his weed. “Might get me one of these when my fuck weed business gets up and running.” He lit the weed and took a hit. “Though I’ll get me one of da big eight people tubs so I can party with a bunch of hot bitches.”

“Just don’t get her too stoned,” pleaded Mike.

“You think I need the weed to fuck yo wife again, Mr. Hayes? She wants dis bad.” Shawn lifted himself out of the hot tub so he could shake his plump black cock at Mike.

“No,” said Mike, turning his head away from the giant cock, but staring at it sideways.

“She hooked now, white boy,” said Shawn taking another hit.

“No, she’s not.”

Shawn laughed. “Betcha there’s a wet spot on her panty.”

“What?”

“I’m telling ya dat white pussy is leaking at the thought of getting some black dick in it again.”

“No way,” said Mike, with little conviction. He’d seen the way her nipples had puffed out after kissing Shawn.

“If there ain’t a wet spot on her bikini bottom, then I’ll leave and never come back.”

“What’s that about never coming back?” asked Jodi, returning to the deck with a beer.

“We’ll see, Mrs. Hayes,” said Shawn. “Why don’t you stop and let me check chu out in dat new bikini?”

Jodi felt kind of humiliated and stood above her husband and former student while both their eyes roamed her body.

“Turn around,” ordered Shawn.

Jodi turned, glad she’d decided against another thong.

“Put that beer down.”

Jodi bent down and placed Shawn’s beer on the deck.

The black man chuckled. “That’s what I’m talkin about. Looks like I ain’t going nowhere.”

“Oh Jodi,” groaned Mike. The bottom of her swimsuit was noticeably darker and wet just beneath her pussy.

“What?” she asked, standing back up and turning around.

“I told your husband that I’d leave if there wasn’t a wet spot on yo pussy.”

Jodi’s cheeks turned as red as her hair. “I didn’t dry down there after my bath is all,” she stuttered out.

“She did just have a bath,” said Mike, not convinced.

“Stick yo finger in her then,” ordered Shawn. “That’s what I thought,” he added, when Mike didn’t move. “Gimme my beer and join us.”

Jodi squatted to get the beer so they couldn’t see her panty again. She handed the beer to Shawn as she stepped into the tub. He took a sip before setting the beer aside and adding some more pot to the bong. The weed already in the bowl had gone out. He lit it and inhaled. Jodi shuddered slightly when she saw the large black man’s eyes were already dilated. The large pupils made him look demonic. “I need some,” she said.

“You don’t need it, Mrs. Hayes. Your pussy’s literally weeping for my cock.”

Again, Jodi’s cheeks turned crimson. Mike flushed a little to.

“Just give me a hit?” she asked.

“You just want it so you has an excuse, Mrs. Hayes. If you didn’t want this…” Shawn leaned forward and stood. His thick foot long cock stuck straight out from his crotch. Mike winced, but couldn’t look away. Jodi’s eyes widened; her eyes glued to the giant black cock. “If you didn’t want this, then why’d you pimp yoself out for me?”

“Pimp myself?”

“The hair, makeup, and a new bikini, good choice on that.”

“You mean primp and I certainly didn’t primp myself for you. I pamper myself the end of every school year. Just let me have a hit. I need to be stoned if I’m going anywhere near that monster again.”

“Give the head a kiss and I’ll give you a hit.”

Jodi glowered at him, but she sat up and leaned forward, planting her lips on the tip of his cock, she gave it a quick kiss.

“Nah Bitch, not like dat. Like you kissed me at the door. Open yo mouth and use a little tongue.”

Jodi sat back up. This time she parted her lips and placed them on the tip of his cock. She spread them wider, her tongue licking around the end of his cock head. She pushed forward a little, her lips sliding along the bulbus head of Shawn’s huge cock until the large flair of his glans had slid under top lip. Her tongue twirling around his cock head. She moaned slightly. It was a lustful moan and both men heard it. Jodi’s head rocked and she began bobbing it along the tip of his cock, sucking a little more of his shaft in her mouth until Mike ruined it.

“I guess you don’t have to be stoned,” he said, angrily.

Jodi pulled back, his cock jerking up and bobbing as it sprang free of her mouth. She blushed again and wiped the back of her hand across her lips. “Just give me a hit.”

Shawn sat back down, but several inches of his cock stuck out of the water. He had to light the bong again. “Suit yourself,” he said, passing it to her. Jodi snatched it out of his hand and took a big hit from the bong, closing her eyes as she held it in. “But you’re a whore for black cock, Mrs. Hayes, chu just ain’t admitting it yet.”

Some tears rolled down her cheeks when she opened her eyes again and exhaled. She had been aroused since waking up this morning and her horniness had only increased the closer it got to Shawn’s arrival. Her sex dream had only made it worse as did displaying her body in her new bikini for the two men. Showing off her body was starting to stir something within her. She’d even gotten a little horny from the attention Mike’s creepy golfing buddy Eddie had given her. Being horny was nothing compared to what the weed was doing to her. Now her pussy felt empty amd the need to have it filled was growing. She took another hit, holding the smoke in. She kept her eyes closed, feeling Shawn pull the bong away so that he could have another hit. She wasn’t a whore, but she hated that the black bastard was right. She wanted his cock again. She hadn’t gone an hour all week without thinking about one of their encounters last weekend. She wanted him inside her again and she wanted to cum like she had last week again.

Mike watched them passing the bong. Neither offered him a hit, nor did he ask for one. He was going to watch his wife fucking the black thug again, but the weed would have forced him to jerk off watching them. He’d rather have his usual noodle dick, but dammit the fuck weed had given him a rock-hard erection and some powerful orgasms. There was a part of him that wanted a few hits even if it jerking off to his wife acting like a slut for the black man.  He understood why Shawn had said he never planned on fucking again without it.

Jodi exhaled through her nose and started to slide down into the water after her third hit. “There she goes,” said Shawn. Mike leaped over to grab her shoulders and lift her up so that her head fell back on the deck. Her stoned smile spread across her face.

“I gave it to a couple other sluts this week and they didn’t go out like her,” said Shawn, staring at Jodi’s face as he finished of the bong. Her eyes were fluttering like she was in REM sleep. “Can’t wait for the seeds to sprout and secure my stash. I’ll experiment with it some more when I’ve got a decent supply, but I gotta raise some funds to get more greenhouses.”

“You’ll make a fortune off this stuff,” said Mike, staring at the black man. If Shawn Wright controlled all the fuck weed, he was going to be extremely wealthy.

“Gonna be rich, bitch,” said Shawn, a triumphant grin spread across his face. “Just need some funds.”

**********

As soon as she passed out, Jodi’s sexual history started passing before her eyes again only now her sexual history started the moment Shawn Wright stood up in her hot tub and she laid her eyes on the giant cock sticking out between his legs. Her pussy gave a wrench of yearning as she recalled taking it in her mouth for the first time making her officially a cock sucker. She liked it. She liked servicing his cock. His voluminous semen tasted amazing. Her need to be filled began growing again. She’d believed that Mike’s penis could satisfy the need, but she’d realized how wrong she was when the black teen had given her first taste of a real man’s cock inside her. Shawn’s cock fulfilled the need even as it made it worse. Now it was the only thing that could satisfy the burning desire in her pussy. The only thing that had quenched her desire had been when he flooded her with his seed giving her a few meager hours of release. She’d woken horny and empty again reaching over for Mike’s dick. It had been erect, so small and skinny, not what she needed. What she needed was in the guest room. Shawn had been sleeping nude on the covers. Like Mike, he too was erect, giant cock pointing North of his navel rising up off his stomach. She straddled it sliding her wet pussy along the shaft until her opening was over the head. She pushed down over it, then back taking his shaft back inside her. Shawn flipped the light on to watch her ride him. His mouth and fingers on her nipples increased the pleasure his cock was giving her. Again, his cum quenched the fire in her pussy and he put out the fire again a few hours later. In the morning, she’d awoken hungry, her belly growling as she glanced at his hard cock. She’d felt normal for a while, the guilt over what she’d done hitting her while taking her shower even as the emptiness in her pussy was growing again. Her vaginal muscles began clenching down around an imaginary cock trying to pull him inside her as she remembered the black brute ripping her blouse open before fucking her on the kitchen table. Her brain superimposed images from her dream with her memories of last week. He was cumming inside her fucking her in the kitchen and on her desk at work. Black cock filled her need. She loved black cock. She needed his black cock. Say my name, she heard him say. “SHAWN!”

Jodi jerked awake.

“What?” asked Shawn.

“Jodi, are you okay?” asked Mike, concerned.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her face flushed. “It’s too hot in here,” she complained, wiping the perspiration off her forehead with her hand. “What’s the temperature, Mike?”

“Normal,” he said.

“Maybe we should get out den?” said Shawn, standing.

Jodi’s eyes immediately fixated on his hard cock.

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