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Chapter 8

It was very late when I awoke from the sleep I had fallen into after Bruce and his friend, Lana, left. I had to go to sleep. I was completely exhausted.

But now I was wide awake, and it was three in the morning.

I thought of making some coffee and turning on my television, but the itching sensation in my groin told me I needed the company of people, particularly, males.

I slipped into a light dress and walked down the two blocks from my apartment building to the all night coffee shop.

The streets were deserted.

Inside the diner there was only one other patron; a black man.

I sat at the other end of the counter and ordered coffee from the little old man who waited on me.

I tried to ignore the black patron, but my mind wouldn't leave him alone. It continued to dwell on the thought of his nude body pressing down on mine; and his big cock fucking me.

I stole a glance out of the corner of my eye and saw that he was eyeing me, too.

I finished my coffee and left.

Walking down the street slowly, I soon felt a hand around my shoulder. I turned; it was the black man.

"It's a little late to be out walking alone, isn't it?" he asked in a soft, well modulated voice.

"I just live down the block," I said, looking at his crotch.

His pants were tight and I could tell that there was something bulky housed there.

"Do you live alone?" asked the very attractive black man.

"Well… yes," I hesitantly said.

I wasn't certain that I should give out that kind of information to a total stranger.

"What are you doing up this late on a Sunday night?" I asked.

"Just killing time. I really don't have anything to do," he went on, "so I thought I'd kill some time by taking a walk. Do you mind if I walk with you?"

"No," I said before I could stop my thought.

I was beginning to want this man. He got to me for some reason. He was very attractive, and I still needed satisfaction. What I had had in the afternoon had nearly whetted my sexual appetite.

Bruce… I wondered what he would think if he knew what was on my mind.

Would he be offended at having a black cock up his slave's pussy or ass hole?

The thought intrigued me. It would be degrading to tell him, later.

I had resolved.

"I know this may sound silly," I began, "but why don't you come back to my place. We can talk, if you like, because" I don't really feel sleepy, myself."

"That would be fine with me," he agreed, his voice remaining calm and controlled.

We were in my apartment in no time.

"Make yourself comfortable," I offered. "May I fix you a drink?"

"That would be nice… bourbon, if you have it," he finished.

I poured him a good, tall drink and sat next to him on the couch.

Here, in the light of my living room, I could see the outline of his cock. It was, it seemed, huge. I hoped it wasn't all balls.

"You don't look very comfortable," I said, getting up and walking around behind him. "Why don't you slip this off?" I said, slipping his jacket off his shoulders. Under it, I felt the muscular arms flex and move fluidly with my motions.

He leaned forward silently, and allowed me to slip his jacket off.

I reached around from behind him again to pull at his tie. He took the hint and began removing it.

Without further encouragement, he removed his shirt. He was left in his undershirt, which was pulled taut by the huge chest.

My groin began to ache more impatiently, now.

We talked idly for a few minutes, during which time I was building up my courage.

"How," I began, my words flowing out quickly lest I lose my boldness, "would you like to strip, completely?"

A broad grin covered his bright teeth and he stood up. "I thought you'd never ask," he chuckled.

In virtually no time he was stripped.

His mammoth cock hung limply from the wiry bush of crotch hair. It was long and yet flaccid, Exciting.

"Fair's fair," he smiled as he approach;: sis, deftly sliding down the zipper of my dress. It fell to the floor.

I stepped out of it.

Now I was nude as well.

His long, muscular arms wrapped around me and I felt myself being scooped into his bear-like embrace.

The hardness of his groin was pressing against my impatiently throbbing sex.

I could not help but grind my hips, slightly, as he continued to hold me to him.

I looked up at him just in time to meet his huge lips.

My mouth was in place and I felt his soft flesh settle on mine, his tongue and mine and into my mouth.

My body went limp in his arms, his tongue was sucking all resistance and inhibition from me. I wanted him badly.

"Oh, let's go into the bedroom," I moaned, trying to break his hold.

"Which way is it?" he murmured into my ear.

"That way," I answered, pointing.

He lifted me off the ground and began walking forward, my limp body slapping against his huge muscular form. The hair of his chest scratching the cleavage between my tits.

When we reached the bedroom he lowered me very gently onto the bed. And then he stood over me.

I looked to his crotch again, where his cock had begun to grow, to stretch and to swell.

It had almost become completely hard, dropping only slightly. His balls were hanging loosely between his legs. They were calling to me… and coaxing me.

Slowly I raised myself on my arm and slipped my head beneath his distended shaft, into his dark crotch, up to his testicles.

I licked them, the wiry hair slithering and rasping across my lips and tongue as I did. But as the hair became wet, it became softer, and also more pliable.

The odor coming from his crotch was sweet and yet masculine. He was very clean. He had powdered himself, and it was this that I smelled.

But I also smelled man… there is no scent like that of a man… there is none to match; strong, musky, seductive, animal.

"Ohhh," I moaned, drawing one of his balls into my mouth and working it around.

His big hand had reached forward and was squeezing my breast, roughly, but at the same time, gently. He was pinching the nipple, working it between his fingers, scraping it against his coarse palm.

"What happened to your back?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," I said, sheepishly.

"That doesn't look like nothing to me," he answered. "It looks very much like you have been beaten," he concluded.

"Well," I hesitated. I didn't know what to say for fear it would be the wrong thing.

"Well, what?" he pressed on.

"Well, I was beaten… but I was willing at the time… " My sentence lingered in the air, incomplete. I did not know what more to say.

"Was it a man?"

"Yes," I said. "It was."

"You must really dig him… you should see your back… "

I didn't want to look. Now we were talking about the whipping I could feel the pain.

My back was hot; it felt like hot wires were lying on my back. It burned into me. It excited me. I felt my cunt wince and twitch.

"Let's talk about you," I said, to change the subject.

"I'd rather know about the marks," he insisted.

I was getting nervous. I didn't know what his story was. He was too big to beat me. I didn't think I could have him beat me. I wanted him to me.

"He taunted me into it," I confessed. "He promised to fuck me if I let him… "

"And did he?"

"No," I said disappointedly. "No, he didn't."

"Well, we'll take care of that," he said, bending over and pressing me flat onto the bed.

I expected him to crawl onto the bed. Instead, he sat on the edge, facing me.

I immediately took his stiff cock in my hand and began slipping back and forth on it, skinning the flaccid foreskin back and forth, over the head of his beautiful cock. It looked large, but to the touch, it was larger.

I was certain it wasn't as long as Bruce's but it was broader.

His hand glided down over my flat stomach, his fingers touching me very lightly, sending little tingling sensations boring into me as he moved.

Down, down, down his hand moved, slowly, teasingly. It made contact with my pubic hairs. It slowed its journey. His fingers twirled into the thickly-bushed hair for moisture and then it slowly went further back to my ass hole.

He touched it.

"Uhhh," I heard myself grunting. I also felt my legs spreading, clearing the way for his seduction.

"Do you want to be fucked?" he asked simply.

"You don't know how badly," I confessed.

"Good," he said. "We're going to get along just fine."

His fingers were touching the lips of my cunt. I had a strong urge to reach down, pull them apart and slam my cunt up into his hand. But I restrained myself. I could feel the tension throughout my whole body.

I resolved that this man was going to take me. I was not going to have to take him. That's the way I like it.

But oh, I wanted him so badly.

He did not disappoint me.

One hand was working on my cunt lips, stroking them lightly, teasing me, taunting me, getting acquainted.

His other hand was again working over and around my tit. He could bunch it up and wrap his big hand around it and squeeze until it came through the top of his hand. The nipple would stand up high, hard, ready.

He leaned forward and took just the nipple in his lips.

The sensation was excruciating. It hurt… but only because it felt so good. It was not pain. It was painful pleasure.

My body worked frantically on the bed, moving from side to side, up and down, writhing under his gentle attack.

"Oh, God!" I said, involuntarily, as his finger slipped into my crack and touched me inside. He seemed to know just where he was going and what he wanted to do.

I could feel his finger rubbing over around it, pressing it back into me and then curling it out, teasing it, intensifying my desire, setting my head spinning.

"Oh, God," I repeated. "It's wonderful… it's just wonderful."

"Like that, do you?" he asked.

"Yes… how can I not… It's so good… so 134 very good," I confirmed.

"Just imagine what it's going to feel like with my cock up there."

"Oh, I know," I moaned, writhing under his moving hands. "Oh, I know… I want it so badly, so very badly… "

"Good," was all he said.

His finger moved lower in my slit, now. It probed deeper, pulling the moistness out of me and smearing it on my lips.

I could feel his throbbing member in my hand, which was now wet from his juices.

He continued to knead my breast, squeeze it, pinch it, tug at it.

I wanted to scream out my delight.

But I didn't.

"You ready?" he asked me, his voice low.

"Yes, yes… dammit, yes," I moaned excitedly.

Without another word he lifted himself, keeping his hands where they were.

My hand clung to his stiff cock. I held onto it and he slowly got over me, into position. He rolled me over on my stomach. He then removed his hands from my ass and placed them one on each side of my shoulders.

And his body came down toward me.

His cock advanced on my asshole.

My hand was pulling, urging, directing.

At the first touch of his black skin against my hot ass hole, a shudder shook me.

I had a momentary desire to get out from under him. But it was not strong enough to overcome my sexual drive. I pressed him onward by raising myself higher.

The pressure increased.

I spread my legs wider, and in doing so, I could feel the lips of my asshole fall apart.

As they did, his cock slid snugly into the opening they created.

I removed my hand and his hips took up the rhythm. Slowly and gently he began pumping into me. Short gentle strokes, increasing in their length so that more and more of him crept into me.

His slow, relentless advance paralyzed me. I lay stock still, unmoving savoring each and every movement of his cock. I could feel the foreskin as it pushed in. The rigidity of his too! as it slid back, away from me, left a cloak of foreskin to serve as cushion for his next advance.

Back and forth, back and forth, his body moved steadily, his cock slipping firmly and snugly, deeper and deeper into my ass.

I felt the tickling sensation of the hair on his balls as his groin came closer and closer. The little wire hairs touched my inner thighs and I couldn't hold myself back.

"Yes… yes… that's it… let me feel them, let me feel those balls resting on me. Then I'll know… then I'll know you're in all the way."

I was lying: the stretched channel in which he was lodged was tingling out its acknowledgement of his presence alright.

The walls of my ass were clinging, almost desperately to his torrid peter.

My hips began to work, swirling in circles under his belly; around and around, up and down, driving the hard, pounding length of his raging cock deep into the recesses of my bowels. His hands reached under me and I felt him grasp one of my soft, quivering mounds. His fingers dug into the creamy softness. My nipples expanded hotly and he tweaked them savagely. I moaned with the passion that swarmed through my lust-filled body.

The fires of lust were raging inside me. I could feel my orgasm mounting as his stiff prick continued to plunder the abused cavern of my ass. I slammed my ass against him, trying to take even more of his rigid cock inside. I could feel his balls banging hotly against my soft, quivering ass cheeks.

"Oh, Jesus, shit, fuck me you bastard. Oh, oh, Christ, slam that fucking prick of yours into me. Fuck the shit out of me. Just fuck the shit out of my ass. Oh, harder, harder, I can't stand it. Oh, oh, more, more. Fuck me more, harder, harder. Oh, yes, that's so good. Oh, shit, shit. Your cock, fuck me with it. Fuck my ass hole, HARD!"

As the lust-filled obscenities escaped my lips I felt his meat slamming ever harder into my torn ass hole. It felt like his cock even got harder, if possible. I gasped for breath as I struggled to come. Reaching behind me, I grasped his balls and squeezed them, feeling the sperm inside. I could hardly wait to feel his hot, sticky load shooting into my grasping anus.

Just then, he started grunting and I knew that he was going to shoot his load inside me. The thought of it was enough to make me come and I moaned with ecstasy as I felt the convulsions of my climax racing through me, the hot juice pouring from my throbbing cunt hole.

Suddenly, a scream of pleasure ripped loose from my throat as I felt his thick, scalding load of cream spurting from his throbbing cock, filling my quivering ass hole.

"Oh, baby, baby, fill me. Fill my hole with your come. Oh, I love it, I love it. Dirty me with your come. Oh, shit… "

As the last of his hot, sticky juice spurted from his throbbing cock I sighed, my entire body relaxed and, satisfied, he pulled his cock out from my hole. I turned around and looked at it. Still semi-hard, I could see small brown spots of shit on it. A low guttural moan rose from my throat, and with my mouth wide open I engulfed his entire length of cock meat inside, relishing the heady, musky flavor of both his cock and my ass hole.

"Yeah, baby, that's right. Suck that cock. Eat it all up. Suck it all in, baby, suck my prick."

His obscenities excited me and I began to suck faster. His prick hardened inside my mouth and I suddenly wanted him to come. I wanted to feel his hot load splashing against the back of my throat. I wanted to swallow it.

While I mouthed his cock he cupped both my boobs, squeezing the soft, round mounds, pulling on the erect, sensitive nipples until I was panting with pleasure. His cock swelled inside my mouth and I knew that he would be coming any second. I increased the pressure of my mouth on his tool and sucked it even faster. With my hands I squeezed his balls, hefting their weight. He was groaning with pleasure now and his balls pulled tight in their sack.

"Oh, baby, suck it, suck it, suck it."

And suck it I did. His prick expanded inside my mouth and I gulped as the first sticky wad of his come spurted from his cock hole. I sucked harder, draining his balls of their sweet, warm load, until finally, there was no more. I had swallowed it all. Exhausted, we both closed our eyes to rest for a few minutes. After awhile, I opened my eyes and saw his cock was already starting to harden once again. He smiled and told me to get onto my hands and knees.

I got into the position and felt him pressing the head of his cock against my tortured ass hole. I felt myself quivering at the touch and even though it hurt I still wanted it.

I moaned with pleasure when I felt his finger gathering up some cunt juice and then smearing it over my ass hole. He pressed the tip of his finger into my rectum and I gasped with pleasure.

"Oh, shit, hurry. Please, I can't stand it. Fuck me. Slam that cock up my ass. Oh, God, hurry. Please… "

His cock-head was once again pressing against the entrance to my rectum and I felt him shove forward slightly. The head of his cock oozed into my anus and the muscle at the entrance gave way. I moaned with desire, shoving my ass back against him, trying to feel the entire length of his cock sliding inside me.

Looking back between my legs, I could see his balls hanging low and heavy with another load of hot, sticky come. Reaching back, I scraped his sack with my fingernails. He groaned and slammed the rest of his cock into the depths of my bowels. It was my turn to groan. My body was on fire with lust. While he slammed his prick in and out of my ass hole, I rapidly squeezed my erect, throbbing clit with my fingers. I could feel another load of juice welling up inside my cunt.

"Oh, baby, fuck me, fuck me. Harder, fill my ass with your cock. Oh, shit, do it to me, do it. Oh, oooh, yes, yes, harder, harder, fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me, fuck me… "

I was wild with passion as his cock plunged in and out of me while at the same time I savagely twisted my throbbing clitoris, feeling my cunt juice soak my hand.

Just then, I felt his cock expanding inside my ass hole and I knew that he was going to come soon. I squeezed my clit harder and suddenly screamed out and I climaxed, my body quivering, writhing in uncontrolled ecstasy. Hot come ran from my cunt down the inside of my spread thighs. I gasped for breath as the hot convulsions raced through me.

I could hear him groaning behind me and I waited for the moment when I would feel his hot, thick, sticky load flooding my ass hole, mixing with the warm, brown globs of my crap. I wanted him to come. I wanted to feel his come inside me. I tightened the muscles inside my ass making the sensations even greater. He was groaning louder. Suddenly, his cock expanded fully inside my rectum. It throbbed. It jerked. I cried out as I felt the thick, scalding liquid shooting deep inside me, filling me to the brim and then overflowing and running down my ass crack to my cunt, mixing with my own come. Reaching back, I pressed my hand to my cunt and began smearing the hot liquid over my hot, swollen gash and soft pussy hair.

He stayed inside me until his cock softened and then he pulled it out. I rolled over onto my back and he squatted over me, his cock dangling above my mouth. I looked at it, both seeing and smelling the mixture of come and shit that clung to it. The odor intoxicated me. Hungrily, I opened my mouth and sucked all of it inside. I laved my tongue all around, tasting the musky flavor. I sucked it hard until it was clean and then I released it. Exhausted, he rolled over onto his back next to me and with my head resting on his shoulder we fell asleep.