I am a 35-year-old housewife with two school-age children. I am rather petite and have brown eyes and brown hair, which I keep cut short to frame my face. I work out four times a week and keep myself in good shape. I love my husband and we have a great relationship. But while we have a satisfying sex life, I have some secret desires which he could never fulfill. Consequently I find myself indulging in sexual fantasies now and then, and I keep a few toys hidden in my closet that Bill, my husband, doesn’t know about. My favorite is an eight-inch black rubber dildo that vibrates and looks very much like the real thing—thick, gnarly and somewhat threatening, in a good way.
My fantasies usually center around black men, who have an allure for me that really gets my juices flowing. I trace this back to my college days.
I wasn’t promiscuous by any means, but I did my share of dating, and for a brief time I was going out with a black guy. He was beautiful and very dark. We never had intercourse, but once, after a night of partying, he talked me into sucking his cock. He sat in a chair while I knelt down in front of him. I remember the thrill I got, seeing his penis. It was long, hard, thick, black and incredibly hot. Almost afraid of its size, I started licking just the head. He coaxed me with his hand on the back of my head, inserting his warm tool into my mouth. I loved the taste and feel of it, and soon I really got into the task, taking as much of his dick into my mouth as possible, before backing off and swirling my tongue around the big head. I felt like a total slut, and was loving it.
He told me to put my hands behind my back, then rubbed the length of that tool all over my face as he stroked himself into a sexual frenzy. When he came, I wasn’t ready for the explosion of hot, milky sperm that coated my face and neck. I creamed into my panties as he shot the last of his load into my grateful mouth. It was the most sexually exciting experience of my life up till then.
I met and fell in love with my husband shortly after that, and since then I have never told anyone about my craving for dark meat. But I fantasize about black men all the time, and whenever I see or come in contact with one who is at all attractive, my nipples get hard, my pussy moistens and I have to find a moment to be alone and satisfy myself with my big black dildo.
For some time Bill and I had been thinking about adding a new deck to our house, and finally I asked my brother-in-law Sam if he knew anyone who could do the work. Sam said his friend Dylan owned a construction company, and would give us a good price. I called Dylan and we set up a meeting at our house for the following Monday.
Imagine my surprise when I answered the door on Monday morning to encounter the most gorgeous black man I had ever seen. He stood about six feet three and had the look of a body builder, with wide shoulders, a narrow waist and bulging arms that filled out the sleeves of his T-shirt. His head was shaved smooth, and he sported a short beard that made him look just the least bit menacing, which thrilled me to the bone.
He introduced himself as Dylan, and I asked him in and led him through the house to show him where we wanted the deck installed. As I did so I couldn’t help wondering what my ass looked like in my baggy overalls, and wishing I had worn something a little more flattering.
Dylan came across as both charming and professional as we talked about the work to be done. He took some measurements and made some notes, and when he had all the information he needed he said he would call that evening with an estimate. After he left I ran upstairs and retrieved my chocolate dildo from the closet. After stripping myself naked, I lay on the bed and rubbed that beauty up and down the swollen lips of my pussy before easing the length of it into my aching cavity. No artificial lubrication was necessary, as I was wet as could be. I slid it all the way in and rode it to a crashing orgasm.
Dylan started work the following Monday, and I found myself dressing as attractively as possible for him, without being too obvious. I had no thoughts of anything actually happening between us, but I wanted to look good nonetheless. It must have worked, because I became aware of his gaze from time to time as he made his preparations. I also noticed the large bulge that threatened the stitching of his tight jeans.
As the days passed, Dylan and I built up a nice rapport. We would usually make small talk while he set out his tools and so on, and then I would leave him alone to get on with his work.
One morning, as Dylan was unpacking his equipment, a small hammer fell off the table where he had rather carelessly placed it. He was occupied with something else at that moment, and as I was standing close by, I knelt down to pick it up for him. As I squatted there beneath him he turned toward me, and I found myself face to face with the large bulge of his crotch, my eyes mere inches from his denim-covered cock.
I could almost feel the heat radiating from it. Startled, I lost my balance for a moment, and without thinking I grabbed for his ass with both hands to keep myself from falling backward. This sudden movement brought my cheek in contact with the hard cylindrical shape which was now snaking its way down his thigh. Although I had now regained my balance, instead of pulling away I found myself instinctively rubbing my face against his groin.
His voice brought me back to myself as he asked if I was okay. I let go of his ass and eased myself to the floor, feeling myself flushing with embarrassment. Dylan just laughed and reached down to help me to my feet. I started to stammer out some kind of apology, but he just laughed again and told me not to worry about it. I had the feeling he was used to getting that kind of reaction from women, and for some reason the thought aroused me even more. I took a deep breath and asked boldly, “Just how big is that thing anyway?”
He looked at me for a long moment, and I stared right back at him. “I don’t know,” he said finally. “I’ve never measured it. Would you like to help me do that?”
He didn’t wait for an answer to his question. Instead he pulled out a chair and told me to sit down. He walked over to his toolbox, picked up a tape measure and handed it to me. Then he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, his legs slightly spread and his crotch again just inches from my face.
My hands shook as I reached for his zipper and slowly pulled it down. As I looked up at him he met my gaze with a self-satisfied smile, no doubt enjoying the sight of this white, middle-aged housewife and mother who was about to become his latest conquest.
As I peeled his jeans over his hips, I was shocked to see that he wore no underwear. Half of his tool was still hidden in his pants, but what I saw was so thick it made me gasp. I hesitated a moment before pulling the jeans the rest of the way down, and as the head popped out of its confines I was presented with the largest cock I had ever seen. Even semi-soft, it was bigger than the rubber dildo I so loved to stuff up my pussy. It was heavy in my hand and hot to the touch. As I let go of it, it hung halfway to his knees, impossibly thick and black. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was seeping moisture as I stared at it.
Again Dylan’s warm husky voice woke me from my trance. “It wouldn’t be fair to measure it while it’s soft,” he murmured. “It gets a lot bigger than that, but I might need your help.”
I slowly reached out and took that thing in my hand, watching the head bulge and feeling the spongy flesh stiffen as I squeezed it slightly. The cock throbbed under my fingers, and I watched in amazement as it grew to freakish proportions. My husband had a nice seven-inch cock, but this marvel was beyond belief! Soon it was standing straight out from his chiseled abdomen, bobbing up and down in front of my face.
“Go ahead and measure it,” he said with a grin, obviously enjoying my mixture of embarrassment, fascination and lust. I lay one end of the tape measure against his pubic bone, then pulled the tape as tightly as I could to the end of his bulging cockhead. Precome dripped onto my fingers as I read off the measurement with wide eyes. “Eleven and a half!” I said. “My
He grinned again. “I’ll bet if you kissed it we could make it an even foot,” he said.
I knew I shouldn’t, but I was too far into this to stop now. Taking his rod in my hand again, I leaned forward, bringing it to my mouth. I slowly swabbed my tongue around the giant head, tasting the salty pearl that gathered there and feeling a shiver go through me to the depths of my being. His flesh was hot in my mouth as I continued to lick that huge knob, and when he began hunching his hips toward my face I opened my mouth as wide as I could, taking him in to the back of my throat. My eyes began to water as he slowly churned that big black dick back and forth. After a minute, to keep from choking, I pulled my mouth away and, pushing his dick up against his hard belly, began licking the underside of it from balls to head. A stream of precome leaked out from the tip, and I caught it with my tongue as it flowed down, rolling it around in my mouth before swallowing it. God, I was so hot!
Dylan, seeing how far gone I was, now grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over my face, asking me if I wanted more. I was babbling and trying to catch the thing with my tongue as he swabbed my face, leaving a slippery trail of precome as he did so. Finally he put his other hand on the back of my head and again fed his throbbing dick into my mouth, slowly working his hips as my tongue roamed the circumference of his thick black sausage. I wrapped one hand around the base of it to control his thrusts, which still left a goodly portion for me to suck on. My lips were stretched wide around him as he continued to pump in and out of my mouth. “That’s it, baby,” he husked. “Yeah, that feels so good. Keep going baby.” And then he suddenly took my head in his hands and held me still as his cock expanded, shooting his sperm into my mouth.
I couldn’t turn away, so I tried to swallow it all, gulping it down as he churned his hips; but it was too much for me. My cheeks bulged with his jism, and then it escaped my mouth, coating my lips and dribbling down my chin. Just when it seemed it would never end the final drop spilled onto my tongue, and he slowly eased his sticky log from my mouth. My eyes were tearing and my jaw ached, but I grabbed his tool and licked up the remainder of the white spunk that clung to the dark flesh of his mighty cock. It was a wanton display, but I had never felt so wicked in my life. It felt like a dream.
A minute later I stood up on unsteady legs as Dylan pulled up his pants and stuck his now shiny dick back into them. I could hardly look at him, let alone speak, as I swiftly left and went upstairs to clean up.
When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror I seemed to be a different woman. I looked as wanton as I felt, and I was more aroused than I’d ever been in my life. I slipped my shorts off and, sliding my hand into my sticky panties, swiveled my fingers into my flooded cavity, feeling my pent up orgasms wash over me as I squatted in front of the sink. I didn’t want to think about what my husband would say about all this—but that night he got the fucking of his life.
The next few days went by as if nothing had happened. Dylan and I seemed to have a silent agreement between us, as if we were waiting for the right time to resume our erotic encounter, or to take it further. I decided to let him make the next move, although my sex drive was in high gear and my pussy in a constant state of arousal. Then one day Dylan said that the work was getting to the point where it was too much for one man, and he would have to bring in some help for a few days to complete it. He gave me a sly smile as he said this, and my stomach turned over.
I wasn’t really sure that he meant what I suspected, but the next morning I took my shower early, making myself as clean and as pretty as possible, and I also trimmed my pubic hair. I looked at my naked body in the mirror, and felt a shiver wash over me as I imagined the events of the next few hours.
Dylan showed up at nine o’clock as usual. Before going downstairs I slipped on a short white terrycloth robe, the bottom of which barely covered my ass. When I opened the door I saw that Dylan had indeed brought another man with him, a man perhaps a bit younger than he was, but just as large, just as muscular and just as black. As I let them in I mumbled something about them catching me in the middle of getting dressed.
Dylan smiled at me as he introduced his helper, Jeff, both men looking me casually but rather obviously up and down. Jeff was very good-looking, with short dreadlocks hanging off his head. Like Dylan, he wore a tight T-shirt and jeans that showed off his athletic body. I tried to be casual as I stood, nearly naked and almost trembling, between these two towers of black virility. My nipples were stiff and no doubt visible against my tight-fitting robe. I felt light-headed and very aroused as we walked out to the deck area, where Dylan started to outline to Jeff the work to be done. I finally excused myself and walked away. I could feel their eyes burning into my retreating body, and I waited anxiously for them to stop me, to call me back. But they didn’t.
As I walked to my bedroom I could feel my pussy lips rubbing against each other, and I ran my fingers over the stiff buds of my nipples, feeling as though I was going to explode. Then, as I sat at my makeup table, I had an idea. I got my box of toys down from the closet and pulled out my black dildo. I opened my lingerie drawer, lodged the dildo on top of the overflowing pile of silk and lace and closed the drawer. I pulled at it slightly, and the wedged-in dildo made it stick just enough. I then called down to Dylan and Jeff, asking if they could come and help me with something.
I heard them coming up the stairs, each heavy footfall making my clit throb. As they came into the room I was standing next to my dresser. “My drawer is stuck,” I told them. “Do you think you could open it for me?”
I don’t think I was fooling anybody, really, but at that point I didn’t care. Dylan smiled knowingly at me as he walked over to the dresser and gave the drawer a couple of tugs. When it opened, he grinned and picked up the phallic-shaped vibrator. “Here’s your problem,” he said, holding it up for Jeff and me to see. Jeff had a broad smile on his face now. Dylan shook the dildo at me and said, “You need to find another place to put this, young lady. Any ideas?”
I feigned embarrassment, but my body was tingling and my pussy was dripping. Dylan now gently put his arm around my shoulder and led me over to the king-size bed that I shared with my husband. He handed me the dildo and, without comment, nodded toward the bed. I sat on the edge of it then slid myself back, lying down on my back with my head on the pillow, so I could see the two black men who were watching me. Jeff moved to the foot of the bed, now rubbing his stiffening cock through his jeans.
It was a surreal moment. Through the open window I could hear small children playing, lawns being mowed and my next-door neighbors having a conversation in their back yard; just a normal day. Except that I was in my bedroom, ready to display myself shamelessly in front of two muscular black men who, I had no doubt, had further plans for me.
As they watched I slowly loosened the belt of my robe, running my hand from my cleavage to my inner thighs, now gooey with arousal. Then I pulled the robe open and revealed my 35-year-old body to their probing eyes.
I felt a shiver when Jeff whistled quietly and rubbed harder at his growing cock. Goose bumps rose on my flesh, and my nipples felt harder than ever, aching in a most delicious way. I raised my knees and spread my thighs, exposing my swollen pussy, the juices of my arousal leaking from my slit and coating my asshole. I took a breath and closed my eyes as I grasped my chocolate dildo and rubbed the head along my slippery cleft, my newly trimmed pubic hair giving the watchers a clear view of my glistening labia. The dildo made wet, smacking sounds as I worked it the length of my pussy, from my clit to my anus, while with my left hand I strummed my aching nipples. My body felt electric. I opened my eyes and began pushing the rubber cock in and out of my cunt, going a little deeper each time. Once I had all eight inches inserted, I left it there and used both hands to pinch and pull my nipples.
The men had seen enough. Jeff now took off his shirt, exposing a magnificent torso with bulging muscles and washboard abs. He then got on the bed, still in his jeans, which seemed almost inadequate to contain his growing erection. He knelt between my legs and ran his fingertips along my inner thighs, smearing my cream over my flesh as though he was finger painting. As Dylan also approached the bed, Jeff continued to stroke my thighs as if waiting for his boss to take the lead. He didn’t have to wait long. Dylan reached down to slide the terrycloth belt from around my waist, then told me to raise my hands above my head. He then tied my wrists together and lashed them to the headboard. I had a flash of mingled apprehension and anticipation, knowing I was no longer in control of the situation, if I ever had been.
Jeff now took hold of the rubber cock, slowly pulled it from my musky burrow and began licking my cream off it, while Dylan, satisfied with his handiwork, stood up and began undressing. As more of his impressive physique came into view, he said to me, “Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe with us, but you’re going to get more black dick than you’ve ever dreamed of. This is what you wanted, right?”
I couldn’t deny my obvious desire. “Yes,” I panted. “Yes, please, I want both of your big cocks.” As I said this I was squirming on the bed, my thighs rubbing together as my arms tested my restraints. I was truly at their mercy.
When Jeff slid his pants off I saw that his dick was shorter than Dylan’s by an inch or two, though nearly as thick. Having licked the dildo clean, he now turned it on and began running it up and down my soaking slit. As he did this, Dylan straddled my tethered arms with his back to the headboard, planting his knees on either side of my head and resting his long, still limp cock on my face. Almost automatically I extended my tongue to try to lick at that hot black snake, but he teased me with it, rubbing its length all over my face and laughing at my frustration. Jeff, meanwhile, pushed the buzzing black tool in and out of my soaking pussy, occasionally swiping it along the slippery groove and making me gasp as it buzzed over my distended clit.
As I frantically tried to lure the expanding head of Dylan’s club into my mouth, my first orgasm ripped through my body, causing my thighs to clamp together, capturing the dildo between my spasming pussy lips as my arms strained against my bonds. Only when my climax subsided did Jeff pull the toy from my still twitching hole, my honey seeping out and down into the valley between my butt cheeks.
I hardly had time to catch my breath before Dylan grabbed my legs behind my knees and pulled them back toward him, spreading my thighs as he did so. He then slid his hands to my ankles so that he had more control. I was now completely exposed to Jeff in the most intimate and shameless manner, and I could feel myself already becoming aroused again.
The warm breeze coming in through the window played on my wet cunt lips, making my body shiver. My pussy was open and pointing at the ceiling, and I could see my aroused clit standing up, fiery red and framed by its hood. I knew my asshole was totally exposed as well, and that thought made it throb and wink at Jeff, who now licked his lips and bent down to feast on my steamy buffet.
I raised my head to get a better look at the staggering scene. Dylan was still sliding his dick around my face as he held my legs up and open while Jeff slowly ran his tongue around my puckered anus, slurping up the excretions dripping from my cunt. He then licked upward through my distended lips and swirled that tongue around my clit, sucking up the moisture that surrounded it. I groaned in ecstasy at the exquisite torture as Dylan raised my legs further, lifting my ass completely off the mattress, the better to see Jeff working on my pussy and asshole.
As I laid my head back to further enjoy the wicked sensations coursing through my body, Dylan dangled his semi-erect cock into my face again, this time dipping the big head into my panting mouth. I sucked on it greedily as my body shook with a series of quakes that made my muscles contract and my pussy overflow with my cream. I was out of control, and I remember worrying vaguely about my moans and shouts of passion being heard by the neighbors; but these thoughts were lost as Dylan again swabbed his giant dick all over my face, and I licked up the moisture that dribbled from his thick penis.
Jeff now sat back on his heels, his handsome features glazed with my juices. He was stroking his long black dick, sliding the foreskin over the pink, plum-sized knob that was slippery with precome. Looking back and forth between Jeff’s long boner and the titanic cock that bobbed in front of my face, I knew I was in for the fucking of a lifetime, and I couldn’t wait.
Dylan now let go of my legs and untied my hands. My body ached pleasantly as I stretched my legs and brought my hands down to massage my throbbing pussy. The two men moved to either side of me, each of them bending down and sucking a stiff nipple, their strong hands running up and down my body. Dylan then asked me if I was ready for more. I smiled at him, my eyes shining, and said, “I think I’ve been waiting for this my whole life,” and they both laughed.
Dylan now rolled me onto my stomach, taking off my robe and wiping the sweat from my skin. He positioned himself behind me and, running his hands over my ass cheeks, complimented me on my fine little body, saying it was a pleasure to service a beautiful woman like me. Then, grabbing my hips, he pulled me to my knees and spread my legs apart, my cunt lips separating and oozing liquid. He worked a long thumb into my wet cavern and rubbed my G-spot, while his fingers spread my lips and teased my clit.
Jeff, meanwhile, sat against the headboard, his long cock bobbing in front of my face. He held my head with one hand as with the other he guided his twitching pole onto my waiting tongue. The head of it felt so smooth as I licked it before taking the first couple of inches into my mouth. He cradled my head, telling me to do a good job on his big black dick so he could fuck me good with it. His words thrilled me, and I did my best to please him.
Meanwhile Dylan was working at me from behind, smothering my exposed nether regions with his mouth and tongue, sucking the honey out of my womb. I couldn’t wait anymore. I took Jeff’s cock out of my mouth just long enough to plead, “Oh God, fuck me, please fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!” I then went back to sucking Jeff, groaning around his dick as I felt the fat head of Dylan’s tool spreading the entrance to my pussy, and I continued to moan as he slowly worked that splendid pole into me. Even in my aroused state it was a tight squeeze. When he had gotten about six inches inside me he began easing his dick in and out, slowly, then faster, trying to loosen me up for the rest of him.
“Okay, baby, here it comes,” he said finally, and the next thing I knew I was going out of my mind with joy as he slowly pushed all 12 inches of his massive dick into my dripping hole. Time seemed to stand still as we all stopped moving for a long moment, to allow my womb to adjust to my dark intruder.
I was moaning continuously now, and again the thought of being overheard flew into my mind. These two men had turned me into a babbling slut, but the neighbors didn’t need to hear it. Breathlessly, I managed to ask Jeff to please get up and close the bedroom window. As he did so, Dylan began pistoning in and out of my hungry pussy. He varied his strokes, speeding up, slowing down, fucking me now with short sharp thrusts, then with agonizingly long, teasingly slow strokes. I was practically screaming as Jeff came back and inserted his cock into my mouth again.
The three of us soon settled into a steady rhythm and began moving like a sexual machine, the two black giants thrusting into the tiny white housewife, and we went on this way until both of the men were ready to blast off, I myself having been for some minutes riding an almost continual wave of pleasure. Dylan came first, shoving himself all the way inside me with a groan, and emptying his balls with a powerful series of spurts into my stuffed cunt. I could feel his cock throbbing as he coated my womb with his copious seed.
Jeff then said he wanted to dump his load into my white pussy too. I gasped sharply as Dylan withdrew his magnificent tool from my body, and he and Jeff changed places. I was a panting bundle of lust as Jeff pointed his thick boner at his sloppy target and shoved himself into me with one stroke, while Dylan gently laid my head on his lap, encouraging me—as if I needed encouragement—to lick our combined juices off his dick. As I did so, Jeff fucked me with a ferocious energy that had me bouncing off Dylan’s hard stomach, until finally he let out a howl and added his abundant load to my saturated cunt.
We rested for only a few minutes before the men said they had to get back to work. When they were gone I ran myself a hot bath and soaked my weary body, reminding myself to change the bed linen before my husband got home, and promising myself that when he did I would give him a blowjob he would never forget.
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