Thursday, 22 September 2016


My lust had been simmering for weeks. Thoughts of cock
 kept invading my mind at all hours of the day, dis-
 tracting me, making my mind wander...

 Although I had been a faithful wife and mother, these
 thoughts lead to urges that I no longer could ignore.
 Every man I passed on the street or worked with in the
 office became simply cock.  Bananas, cucumbers, hot
 dogs, bottles, anything long, thick and fat... all were
 cock.  My mouth watered at ads in the newspaper for
 men's underwear, as I stared at their nicely rounded
 packages.  My pussy moistened at the mere thought of
 dragging those briefs down and filling my mouth with
 their thick meat.

 I tried to satisfy my lust with my husband.  Each night
 I'd find new tricks....all kinds of variations of fuck-
 ing and sucking him, but my mind still drifted to big-
 ger cocks.  Cocks that would stretch my mouth and pussy
 to their limits, that would make me cry out and moan
 and scream in lust.

 Finally, I knew I had to do something about this
 delicious torture I was going through.  After much
 thought, I looked into escort services, visiting a
 dozen in a neighboring city.  I made sure I selected
 only the classiest of them, ones with clients who
 expect the best, and who are discrete.  Hoping to
 reduce the odds of finding a man with a cock that
 would own me, I put on my application that I preferred
 to escort black men exclusively.

 A week later I got a call at work from Prestige
 Escorts.  The woman explained that they'd been given
 a request for an escort who would entertain a young
 black man who was coming to the city to try out for
 the university's basketball team.  He was kind of shy,
 and not accustomed to citylife, and the request was
 for an older woman he could be comfortable with.  The
 escort would include dinner and sightseeing, with the
 intent to show him how nice it would be to go to
 school there.  Was I interested?

 My hands were shaking!  I said I was, and asked for a
 little more information.  I was told he was 18 from
 Georgia, 6'8" tall, well-mannered and somewhat shy.
 Prestige would arrange for a limousine for Friday
 evening.  All I had to do was drive to the city.

 My pussy stayed wet for the next two days as I con-
 templated my date. A young black man!  6'8" tall!  I
 licked my lips as I thought of standing next to him...
 my mouth even with his cock....a cock I dreamed would
 be a real jaw breaker....a real pussy stuffer. At work
 I excused myself frequently to go to the ladies room
 and stroke my aching clit when images of feeding on
 his meat filled me, bringing myself to draining

 After what seemed like an eternity, the night came.  I
 told my husband I had to go out of town suddenly, and
 that I'd return Sunday.  I'd already packed my bags,
 and left from work, arriving at my hotel with an hour
 to spare.  I quickly showered and shaved my legs...and
 after a few moments of debate, decided to trim my bush
 very close, so only a hint of hair was left.  I had to
 restrain myself from playing with my overheated pussy
 as I trimmed, knowing it would be better later when I
 went wild all over my black fuck toy.  

 I purposely went light on cosmetics.  I didn't want
 him to think I was a whore, although I hoped to be his
 private slut in a few hours.  I put a light pink glossy
 lipstick on, just enough for him to notice.  I wanted
 him to focus on the lips he would be prying apart.  I
 then perfumed with Vanilla neck, my wrists,
 between my breasts, the insides of my thighs, my ass
 cheeks.  Next, I put on a wispy black lace bra and
 matching panties, and finally the thigh-high pantyhose
 I purchased in honor of the occasion.

 The dress I selected was a long, black silk, slit up
 one side to just above my knee.  I always got great
 compliments from men when I wore it, and tonight I
 craved more than compliments!  Dignified three inch
 black heels finished my look.  I added a single small
 string of pearls around my neck, and diamond earrings.
 The reflection in the mirror was very flattering.  I
 looked like a nice, warm, comforting woman....who
 couldn't wait to eat her fill of black cockmeat.

 The front desk called, notifying me the limo had
 arrived.  After a last look in the mirror, and a deep
 breath, I grabbed my purse and headed for the door.
 At the last minute I stopped and shimmied out of the
 panties, already wet with my juices, and flung them on
 the bed.

 My pussy got a little jolt when the driver opened the
 door to the limo for me (after giving me a very slow
 once-over), and I laid eyes on my date.  Alan intro-
 duced himself, and shook my hand, and he was obviously
 shocked to see an attractive, older white woman.  I sat
 across from him in the big back seat area, smiling all
 the time, and we made small talk as my mind tried hard
 to concentrate on his words.

 He was young and attractive, but I was more interested
 in what he had for me between his legs.  He was wearing
 pleated dockers that were kind of baggy, so I couldn't
 get a very good idea of his package.  

 We arrived at a nice restaurant, were seated, and had
 a nice dinner. I made sure to order a couple of good
 bottles of wine, over Al's blushing protests that he
 was too young, and had never had any before.

 By desert, I'd stared the conversation around to his
 romantic life, and he blushed again when he said he'd
 never had a real girlfriend before, because of the time
 he spent practicing basketball, and keeping up with his
 studies.  A fresh flood of juice wetted my pussy as I
 thought of how nice it would be to show this young man
 what a woman's holes are for.

 After dinner I told Al that I'd forgotten something
 back at the hotel. I asked the driver to take us back,
 and I again sat across from him, this time being much
 less modest about crossing my legs.  Al was really
 happy now, feeling more comfortable, and the wine had
 him loosening up quite a bit.  I watched him sneaking
 glances at my legs, and I made sure he saw plenty of
 thigh.  Every time we laughed, I leaned over and
 touched his thigh, letting my hand linger and press
 just a little bit longer, and I told him each time how
 much fun he was.  By the time we reached the hotel, I'd
 moved next to him, my dress draped to expose my thighs
 above the tops of my nylons.  The scent of my drenched
 pussy mingled in the air with my perfume, intoxicating
 Al all the more.

 We walked together through the lobby to my room, get-
 ting long stares from everyone, this little white woman
 with this very tall black man. I could imagine what
 they were thinking...obviously a whore, paid to service
 this guy's eat it, to fuck it, to drink his
 come.  All of which made me decide to go for it

 We entered my plush room, and I told Al I'd be right
 back as I walked into the bathroom.  I left the door
 open a crack so I could see if he took the bait I'd
 left for him.  He walked around shyly, then spotted
 my panties on the bed.  My clit hardened and pulsed
 when he picked them up, glanced my way, and put them
 to his nose.  My knees almost gave way when he breathed
 deep, and his hand went to his crotch. He was squeezing
 his cock!  His pants quickly bulged out in
 looked like he'd stuffed a grapefruit in there!  I felt
 weak.  I could feel my pussy spasm, and a trickle of
 juice begin to run down the inside of one thigh.

 I sneaked back into the room, careful not to let him
 hear me.  I was behind him, and watching him sniffing
 my panties while he worked his cock with the other hand
 was too much to take.

 "See what you did to me, before we even met?" I cooed.
 Al spun around, flustered as hell.

 "I...I...uhm...I'm sorry, Celeste...I didn't mean
 to...." he mumbled, dropping the panties.  "Maybe I
 should go...I'm so sorry."

 "Nonsense, sweetheart," I whispered, moving towards
 him, his big cock lump almost at eye level.  "We've
 got a lot of night left, and I have a few ideas about
 what you can do to make it up to me."

 I stood in front of him, and pushed him gently back
 onto the bed.  He was so tall, his feet were still on
 the floor.  I grabbed the panties, and crawled up over
 him, straddling his narrow hips, my pantyless pussy
 settling on his bulging cock.  Putting my panties to
 his nose, I whispered "Do you smell me?  I had these
 on when I was getting ready to meet you.  Do you know
 how they got that way?  Thinking about looking into 
 your startled eyes, and  your cock...thinking about
 how thick it is....about how juicy it is....about you
 stuffing it into my mouth...about you working it into
 my pussy...about you feeding me your thick, hot

 He was squirming below me.  I could feel his cock
 growing, pushing against my naked pussy, nudging my
 aching little clit.  I began rubbing myself on his
 lump...slowly.  "You've got me so wet, Al." I
 whispered, reaching down and running a finger between
 my sopping cunt lips.  The slight touch almost made
 me come.  I scooped up some juice on a fingernail and
 brought it to his lips.  "Taste me."  I trembled as
 his lips tentatively touched my finger, and his tongue
 licked out.  My hips ground down hard on his cock, and
 he moaned.

 "Celeste...I...I feel something funny..." he stammered.
 I felt something too, but it wasn't funny.  I felt
 hungry...starved for his cock....thirsty for come...
 lots of sweet, hot come.

 "Let's get you out of these slacks.  I'm afraid I'm
 getting them all wet," I whispered as I slid down his
 body, rubbing myself across that huge bulge until I
 was on my knees on the floor.  My pussy had saturated
 his crotch, and I breathed in my own scent as my chin
 rested on the massive lump in his pants.  My hands
 worked quickly, trembling, opening my present, my
 desert, my cock.  I pulled them off in one pull...and
 nearly fainted with lust.  His white cotton briefs were
 obscenely stretched much so, his leg
 openings were pushed wide open, allowing me to look
 inside.  His cock was pointing down in his briefs, all
 bunched up and constrained, with what looked like a
 small apple pushing against the cotton...and apple
 leaking something far more delicious than cider,
 soaking his briefs...

 "My, what do we have here?  I cooed. "You just relax,
 Al.  I think I know how to take care of this problem
 of yours."

 I mouthed him through his briefs, squeezing the sides
 of his meaty shaft with my lips.  He was hung like a
 horse.  I opened my mouth wide and tried to take his
 shaft between my teeth, but couldn't.  His precum
 smelled like salted butter.  I could hear it squeezing
 out his cockhead with each bite I took along his thick
 stalk.  The thought of his cumhole opening and closing,
 oozing delicious cream made my cunt convulse, and more
 of my juices ran down my thighs.  I had to see this

 Wrapping my fingers into his waistband, I slowly tugged
 down his briefs.  Each inch exposed more of his huge
 cock.  I moaned loudly when the base came into view...
 it looked as big around as a wine bottle.  A long,
 thick vein stood out on the top, pulsing with each beat
 of his heart as I exposed more and more cockmeat.  When
 I reached his cockhead, his underwear hung up on the
 deep ridge.  I pulled harder, and his cock sprung free,
 slapping against his stomach before coming to rest.

 "My god," I murmured.  He wasn't incredibly long, maybe
 eight inches, but his cock looked like a thick, black
 eggplant with an apple stuck on the top.  I reached up
 with both hands and pulled it down for a closer look.
 My fingers barely touched.  I could feel it pulsing,
 almost prying them apart.  His cockhead was enormous
 His balls were the size and shape of peaches, a light
 fuzz covering them.  They looked very, very ripe.  His
 meat...lighter colored, glistening with his precum...
 a cumhole so wide, it looked like I could fit a dime
 into it.  I took it between a thumb and forefinger, and
 squeezed it gently, watching his cock mouth open and
 close, drooling out thick white cream.  It was so soft
 and meaty...

 Al was moaning constantly...almost one long moan...
 since I'd started playing with him.  His hips were
 bucking with each little squeeze I gave his cockhead.
 "Ohhhh...Celeste...I think...I ...Oh."

 I felt his shaft stiffen and lurch, and before I could
 do anything, his cockhead swelled and his fat cock
 erupted, spitting out a thick ribbon of sperm that hit
 me between my eyes.  I quickly started milking his
 shaft, squeezing and releasing, pumping him.  I felt
 each load plastering my face, and I opened my mouth,
 panting blindly as I tasted his rich, creamy come
 dropping off my nose onto my outstretched tongue.  My
 pussy spasmed and a sudden, sharp orgasm overtook me,
 my thighs trembling.  I held onto his bloated cock for
 balance as the last of his pent-up sperm dripped onto
 my breasts.

 I wiped my eyes, licking the come off my fingers.  He
 was so damn delicious.  I was glad it turned out this
 way.  I'd been debating whether to swallow his whole
 load, or to taste some, and he'd taken care of that
 decision for me!  Al was breathing hard, his chest
 heaving.  "Oh Celeste...I'm so sorry!   I didn't mean
 to do that to you!" he babbled.  I stood so he could
 see me.

 "Al...", I whispered.  He opened his eyes, finding me
 cleaning my face with my fingers, sucking and licking
 his come off of them, smiling lewdly.  His eyes were
 wide.  "That was just an appetizer. Lie down on the
 bed."  He weakly pulled himself onto the bed, his head
 resting on a pillow.  " Now we are both ready for the
 main course."

 His spent cock flopped against his thigh.  It was still
 quite fat, and ugly in the most attractive way.  Still
 coated with a wet white a glazed chocolate
 e'clair.  I straddled him again, this time facing his
 meat, and bent down. My ass raised up, and for the
 first time he saw a woman's pussy...a white woman's
 pussy, open and swollen, with cunt juice running down
 her thighs.  His musky come smell made my head spin.
 Looking back at him through my legs, I said, "Al...I
 want you just to look at my pussy....your pussy.  I
 want you to watch it as I suck your fat cock again.
 Watch it open for it drip for
 it beg for your cock.  A woman's pussy is made to eat
 cocks like yours.  I want you to think about how good
 it will feel when you work your thick cockhead into my
 tight little cunt..."

 He moaned again, and returned my eyes to his meat.  It
 was beginning to show signs of life, lurching off his
 leg, a thick strand of come connected from his cock-
 mouth to his thigh.  Opening my mouth wide, I swooped
 down on it with no hands, my tongue lifting the slimy
 cockhead, my mouth sucking it inside until it was
 trapped in back of my teeth.  I mouthed him like a
 slut, slurping loudly on the head.  It filled my mouth
 almost to the breaking point.  I started rocking back
 and forth, my mouth able to take in only another inch
 or two of his wide cockshaft...I felt my cuntmouth
 opening and closing to the rhythm of my sucking...
 wishing it had something to swallow, too.

 I watched his cock fatten up...his balls begin to move.
 The head was firming up in my hot mouth, no longer able
 to get past my teeth.  I made my lips into a wide,
 tight my pussy....and began to suck him
 hard.  His cockhead had mushroomed until it filled my
 mouth. Maybe an inch of cockmeat was inside me...the
 rest was all tender, juicy, fat cockhead.  I twisted my
 head back and forth like a fish on a hook, pumping him
 with my obscenely distended mouth, my lips just a thin,
 tight line of flesh.  My breathing was labored and my
 nostrils flared as I worked on the huge cockflesh.
 Lewd, wet slurping sounds escaped my lips with each
 suck, sounding like a pussy when it's fucked my a thick

 My cunt, untouched, was convulsing.  I was moaning like
 a whore around his cock, humming as I ate.  As I bobbed
 up and down on the top of his cock, I could see the
 rest of his tight lips causing the veins in
 his big cock to swell with backed-up blood, the entire
 stalk gnarled and bloated.

 Without warning, Al began to hump up into my face,
 gently but urgently.  My stuffed mouth took in all it
 could, but it was wrapped so tightly around his cock
 that all I could do was go along for the ride.  Saliva
 and left over sperm squeezed out from the corners of
 my sealed lips with each thrust, hanging down in long
 lines to his stomach, where it ran like a river to his
 balls.  Al started groaning deep in his throat, causing
 me to moan even louder around my huge meal...and send-
 ing another long orgasmic wave crashing through my
 poor, begging pussy.  

 While panting and snorting through my come, lost in it,
 I felt hands on either side of my head...holding me
 steady as he humped faster...using my mouth to jerk off
 with.  I felt the bloated head of his cock bumping my
 throat, gagging me a little, but Al couldn't help
 himself.  With a long loud cry, he pumped into my mouth
 faster and faster, pushing my lips further down his
 shaft, and then his fat cock started jerking, lifting
 my face with each throbbing lurch....

 I felt his cockhead swell until I couldn't breathe, and
 then my entire mouth was flooded with thick, gagging
 come.  He rode my mouth like a horse as what seemed
 like a pint of heavy cream filled me.  I tried to
 swallow, but there was too much.  It made my throat
 convulse, and I gagged and coughed, his seed spraying
 out from between my lips and snorting out my nose.
 Another wave of orgasms made my knees collapse as he
 worked my head on his erupting cock.  My cheeks were
 bloated with his sperm, my lips so tight it could only
 force its way out under the pressure of his spurts.  

 Finally, Al let go of my head and his body went limp.
 I reached up and gripped his slippery cockshaft with
 both hands, pulling hard, until his giant cockhead
 pulled free from my lips with a loud, wet pop.  A
 river of thick sperm poured from between my lips as my
 head fell heavily to his slimy stomach.  I could feel
 come and saliva on my face as a swallowed the heavy
 cream that coated my throat.  Panting like a racehorse,
 I washed my face in the come pool on his flat belly,
 my tongue scooping up all I could get....sucking it
 into my mouth....swallowing greedily.  In my hands I
 could feel his well sucked cock pulsing and jerking as
 it tried to rest.   

 I was content to rest, now.  I'd come three times...
 without even being touched....just from sucking this
 huge, fat, black cock.  My pussy was leaking sweet
 juice, making Al's chest all slippery and sweet smell-
 ing.  As I drifted off, I thought about how great it
 will feel to teach Al about the pleasures of fucking a
 woman....especially this little white woman, with the
 hungry a bitch in heat.


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