I saw him staring at me from across the room. We were at my husband's company party, it was the 3rd company function I had seen him at this year, and each time we made eye contact. I was standing with my husband as he greeted the people at the party. My eyes were on the people I was meeting, but my thoughts were filled with the face of the stranger. I saw him out the corner of my eye as he walked the room.
His smooth shaved head was reflecting an aura courtesy of the lights coming from the ceiling, creating brightness around him, making him look like a Black angel sent from above. His deep dark skin was begging to be touched. His tuxedo was impeccable and so was he. His tall muscular body easily glided across the room as he walked around greeting co-workers.
Everything about him reminded me of my husband the first time I met him. He was the first and only Black man I dated, but my desire for Black men are strong, and the stranger made those desires even stronger.
My husband was summoned by his boss without me, I looked around to locate the stranger, but I didn't see him. After a few minutes I notice him standing near the door, our eyes met again. He turned and walked away, heading out the door. I followed him out the door and down the hall. He looked back to see if I was still behind him, I stop in my tracks, waiting for him to turn around and walk forward.
He quickly darts around a corner, I quicken my pace and turn the corner, but he wasn't there. He had disappeared before my eyes. I look down the hall way and saw four doors, two on each side I check the first door on the right and it was locked. The second door on the right was also locked. I turn and walk to the two doors on the left, I twist the door knob of the first door and it was unlocked, I peeped inside, but it was just a broom closet. I turn the knob of the last door and it was not locked. I open the door and its dark, I felt for the light switch with my left hand and locate it. The lights brighten the room; the room is full of work-out equipment. All of a sudden I felt a push from behind, the lights went off and I herd the latch on the door click to a locked position. It was totally dark, I could barely see in front of me. Suddenly my body was being pushed forward from a force behind me; my hands went forward in hopes of bracing myself against the wall. My hands hit the wall; I'm paralyzed from fear and excitement, in a weak voice I said.
"Don't hurt me please."
"Ssssssssshhhhhh take it like a woman." A man's voice said from behind me.
"What are you going to do to me?"
I didn't get a response from the person behind me, instead I felt him pressing his body against mine. I could smell expensive whiskey and cigars on him as he pushed the hair up from the back of my neck and began to run his tongue over my neck. His right hand rubbed my right breast through my silk dress. The sensation caused me to bite my bottom lip. I could hear him tugging at his belt trying to undo it. Within seconds I heard the clinging sound for the belt buckle hitting the floor.
He ran his hands up my dress; I could feel his hands passing over my stocking covered legs, and easing over my garters and up to my panties. In a flash, coolness rushed between my legs as he grips my panties and with the force of a powerful machine, he jerks them from my body. He placed his hand sideways with his thumb up between my legs. The side of his finger slide between the sides of my pussy lips. I used the wall as leverage as I pushed my body back against him.
He had his cock in his right hand and began to rub it over my dress covered body. I took the sides of my dress and pull my dress above my waist. His cock was rubbing over my ass cheeks, with his hand still between my legs. I turned my head to the side and said.
"I want you in me. Make love to me now. I need you to make me feel like a woman."
He pulled me from the wall and kicked my legs apart and used his forearm to force me forward, making me touch my toes. Like a man intent on delivering pain and pleasure, he stuffed himself deep in me with out giving my pussy a chance to adjust to his invasion. The force caused me to fall forward; I was stop from hitting the wall by him holding onto my hips. He slammed my ass against his body, and returned himself to the depth of my pussy he gotten accustomed to.
My insides were in a state of inner ecstasy from the superior manipulation of my G- spot by his deep and downward insertion.
"Oh God you're good. Give it all to me." I said. "Go deeper; I want to feel it deeper."
He pushed his remaining inches inside me and brought out an orgasm from my completely filled pussy. He continued to give it to me hard and deep, I reach under and massaged his balls. I can feel my juices inch down his shaft and onto his balls.
"Cum for me, put your cum inside me baby. Make me wetter, I want to feel it in me." I said to him.
My body was still releasing shivers from my orgasm; I experience his flow of love oil as it jetted out of him. He reached under me and kneaded my clit between his fingers, and gave his cock to me with his left hand clutching my left shoulder. After ten minutes of him fucking me, my body shook beyond my control as an earth shattering orgasm left my body. The effect of my orgasm and him throbbing in me caused my body to lose all muscle control. I drop to my knees to get away from him.
I rolled over and sat against the wall. The moon light creeping through the window, created a silhouette of his body before me. His weapon, once hard and mighty, started to lose its hardness and sagged down between his legs. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, when I opened them he was gone. I gathered myself and headed for the door. I stepped on something as I walked out the door, I looked down and it was a gold cuff link, I picked it up and it has the initials D.R.G engraved on it. I put it in my purse and headed back to the party
As I walked out I hear the door across from me open up, I look and it was the brotha I followed from the party. He had a woman with him and they spoke to me and headed back to the party. I was at a loss; I had just had my pussy invaded by someone, but it wasn't who I thought it was. Feeling somewhat confused I headed back to the party.
I walked in and I spot my husband, he was chatting away with to men. I approached him as they were leaving; he shook their hands as they departed. I walked up to him and he gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"There you are I was wondering where you were." he said.
"Oh I just stepped out and got some fresh air." I said.
"I was looking for you, there's someone I want you to meet."
"Who is it; I've met everyone you work with."
"No it's a new guy.
He grabbed my hand and we walked the room looking for his new man. Suddenly he spotted him and yelled at him from across the room.
"Hey Darnell come here, I have someone I want you to meet."
It was like he was Moses as the crowd parted and let him through, the men were engrossed in conversation with each other, but their wives were doing everything not to attack the brotha. The brotha was "you can fuck me anytime" fine. I know half the women went home and masturbated thinking about him and the other half masturbated at the party.
"Demetrius who is this angel you have next to you?" he said to my husband.
"Darnell this is my lovely wife Gail Graves," my husband said. "Gail this is Darnell Garrison. He's new with the company."
"It's pleasure to meet you Gail." He said.
"Like wise Darnell. I hope you're having a wonderful time. Is there a Mrs. Garrison?"
"Yes she's has an audience to your left near the exit. I'll make sure you meet her before we leave."
"Great, will you excuse me I need a drink. I'll be right back gentlemen."
I walked to the bar thinking I had just had sex with Darnell. I was in need of a stiff drink by this time. I got to the bar and order me vodka straight up. As the bartender handed me my glass his cuff link was reflecting light and I looked down at it and there in big engraved letters were the initials D.R.G. I looked him up and down; he had strong masculine hands and was built like a Mandingo brotha. I was now lost I was in the company of two men with the same initials and chances are one of them had recently put a masterful love making session on me.
"Will that be all for you young lady?" he said.
"No pour me another, and make it a double." I said.
"You be careful now, especially if you're driving."
"No I'm not, so pour!"
I down my drinks and turned my glasses over. He looked at me and gave me a wink. I retrieved the cuff link from my purse and sat it on the counter and walked away. As I walked away I was hoping he would come after me and tell me it was him who had just made love to me, but he didn't.
My husband and I made our rounds again and I got my drink on for another hour. We left the party with me wondering who had made me feel like a woman. The excitement of having sex and not knowing who it was with was giving me chills all over my body. I couldn't wait to get home and masturbate.
We got home and readied ourselves for bed. I stepped into our vanity area and got undressed. I heard my husband saying something to me, so I peeped around the corner and asked him what he wanted.
"Honey what is it, what's wrong?" I said
"Oh nothing important, I just lost another cuff link." he said.
"Was it one of the expensive ones?"
"No, but it was my favorite one."
"Which one was it?"
"The ones you gave me with the DRG on them."
"You know the only ones you've given me."
He was right; I had completely forgotten that DRG are my husband's initials. Now there were three men that could have made love to me.
"Oh well maybe someone will find it at the party and turn it in." I said to him.
"I hope so I love those cuffs."
We got in bed in our customary position, on our side with him behind me. We had been in bed ten minutes when he began to touch me and kiss my neck. It felt good but I wanted him to go to sleep so I could have that stranger make love to me in my mind as I masturbated. But he was determined to get some. But our sexual encounters were occurring about once a month. So I had grown not to need it from him, although I craved it.
"Hey what are you doing honey? Oh not tonight honey," I said as he tried to slide his hand between my legs.
I finally was able to ward off his advances and we fell asleep. But around 3:00 am I felt fingers playing with my pussy, I didn't know it I was dreaming or not until I opened my eyes and put my hand between my legs and felt my husband's hand. I slightly turned my head and look at him and said,
"Honey come on it's late."
Suddenly I felt him ram his cock up in me without warning.
"Honey, no I said."
"Ssssssssssssssssh take it like a woman." he said
Those words instantly made me wet, just like it did when I heard them at the party. At that moment I knew who had given me that wonderful fucking. I closed my eyes and let my husband do his thing as I enjoyed being made love to from a Familiar Stranger.
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Tuesday, April 21, 2015
Elisa (or Elysa) Dreams is a Brazilian born French Queen of Spades with a strong desire for Big Black Cock. Here is a snapshot from the bio of her website (Elisa-Dreams.com):
Found out more on Elisa on:"I am a Brazilian-French girl born in Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul. I guess you could say I've always been a little bit of an exhibitionist. I enjoy flashing guys knowing I'll turn them on.Leaving the house, I will usually be wearing a very short skirt always without panties. Besides, I never wear any panties underneath. I like to tease men and wear tight fitting outfits without panties. I love everything about sex and especially anal sex.I start to get wet just thinking about how many guys will catch a glimpse of my bare bottom. I like flashing on the highway, in the street, on the road, shopping centers, cinema, bars and night clubs.I love show off at home too, that's why I decided to put cam's in the house to show myself naked when I watch TV in the lounge, when I do the dishes or love with my boyfriend on the kitchen table when I shower or when I work behind my computer. I like to feel I am spy like this!"
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Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Everyone says women love big dicks, but you couldn’t prove it by most of the ones I’ve dated. I’m an athletically built black guy, five feet ten, 180, with an eight-inch cock I can barely get my hand around. I’ve learned from experience that, while many women are excited by the sight of my cock, their eyes are about the only part of them can handle it.
But there are exceptions.
My friend Gene knows about my problem and can’t believe my “bad luck”, as he calls it. He’s a white guy, five feet 11, around 200 pounds, married to a beautiful Italian girl named Lidia. We met at the gym a few years ago. He asked me for tips on training and having fun at the same time like I always seemed to, and I’ve helped him ever since.
One day Gene decided to help me, though I think he was really helping himself. He asked me to have dinner and just kick it at his place. I felt weird going over to another guy’s house for dinner – until I arrived and Lidia answered the door in a see-through gown.
She isn’t more than five-five, but has maybe 36C breasts, with big nipples that looked like they were trying to poke through her dress. She said to come in, and as she turned to close the door, I saw she had on a black thong that showed off a perfect round ass. I stood staring, with my heart in my pants, racing.
She turned back to me, hands on her hips, and said, “Anything wrong?”
I cleared my throat and said, “No. Is Gene home?”
“He’ll be here later,” she said. “He said to tell you to relax, eat and make yourself at home. Come in and eat me. I mean, eat with me.”
From the look in her eye, and the wicked smile, I had a feeling she’d meant what she said the first time. I felt like I was walking into somebody else’s fantasy.
I followed Lidia to the dining room – and candlelit dinner of grilled shrimp and fried oysters. I had to cough to keep from laughing. After I sat down to eat, she came over and offered me some white wine, which I politely declined. I don’t like wine, but I said if she had some brandy, that’d be great.
While she was gone, I wondered how far Gene meant this to go – and did Lidia know what she was really getting into? Finally she returned with a bottle of Hennessy – real cognac! – saying. “That’s all we have.” Like I was complaining! She filled my glass to the rim and took a swig for herself from the bottle, then said, “Drink up while I bring dessert.”
I couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked away. I downed half my cognac in a gulp and returned to the shrimp. I thought, all right, if this is how they want to play it, I’m willing!
Lidia came back in with a platter of fruit – strawberries, cherries, peaches, whole bananas – all covered with chocolate. I picked up a cherry and watched her take a banana, suck it slowly into her mouth up to her fingertips, pull it back out again whole, then lick the chocolate from her lips and take a dainty little bite like nothing happened!
She asked me if I needed help “eating my cherry.” Without waiting for an answer, she got up, came over, took the cherry between her teeth and bit into it. Then she was kissing me, sliding the cherry in my mouth but holding on to it with her tongue – until she finally took it back in her mouth!
She went into the living room and put on some music, then asked from the doorway if I wanted to dance. I adjusted my crotch and joined her in the living room and danced to R. Kelly’s “Bump and Grind.”
She backed her beautiful ass up into my crotch and started a slow-winding grind down my legs. She gasped and said, “Is that all of you?” Before I could answer, she turned around and shoved her arm down my pants and grabbed my aching cock.
I growled and said, “Are you sure? Gene –“
From the doorway Gene interjected, “It’s up to her, as long as I get to watch.”
In the meantime Lidia had pulled my pants down to get a look at my package. I took my shoes off so she could get my pants off. I don’t wear underwear, so as soon as she pulled my pants down I felt her hot breath on my cock.
As Lidia stroked my cock between her breasts, Gene said, “Let’s go to the bedroom.” She never let go of my dick – she just got up and pulled me along by it.
In the bedroom, Gene planted himself in a chair, smiling, with a drink in his hands, and watched Lidia guide me to the front of the bed. I bent over and kissed her. Her lips parted, and our tongues meshed.
I reached down and rubbed her ass. It was like a new-broken-in basketball – round, strong, yet soft to the touch. I grabbed the ends of her dress and pulled it up over her head. Then I pulled my shirt off. She began kissing, fondling and rubbing her hard nipples against my chest, my abdomen and finally, as she got on her knees, my cock.
She started out rubbing it against her chest while she kissed and licked the base, working her way down the top side until she reached the head. While looking at her husband, she sucked in just the head, twirling her tongue around it before pulling her lips back to kiss and lick my come slot.
Then she sucked my dickhead in again, while gripping the base with both hands to prevent me from coming. After bobbing her head a few times, she began to lick the underside of my cock, back to the base, bathing it all in saliva. From the base she took one long lick back to the head, then sucked in about four inches of my cock.
She squeezed the base tighter and pushed her face forward, leaving Gene on the edge of his chair, eyes wide, slowly stroking his dick, which looked to be about six inches. I figured it would be the usual deal and I’d never be able to fuck her tight-ass pussy.
Suddenly my cockhead popped into her throat, putting any other thoughts out of my head. She was staring up at me, eyes tearing. We were both very still. She began to slowly work her lips and throat, turning her head slightly right, then left. She stopped and pulled my cock slowly out of her throat, but not out of her mouth.
She twirled her tongue and lips around the tip of my cock, sucking hard like it was a lollipop she loved and couldn’t get enough of the flavor. She pushed her face forward again, and my cockhead worked its way down her throat. She shook her head, grabbed my ass and pushed forward until she had the whole thing in her. I never felt anything like it, and told Gene he was the luckiest man in the world.
He sat there looking on in wonder. “Wow!” he said. “I didn’t think she could do it.”
She slid my rod out, took a deep breath and said, “I didn’t think so either. Honey, you truly don’t mind?”
He looked at her like he didn’t know her, blinked like he was just coming awake, then burst out laughing and said, “My heart is racing. I think I’m getting as much pleasure as you are by just watching. Let’s show him what a real woman can do.”
She smiled, winked at me and proceeded to face-fuck herself. My dick slid in and out of her throat easier with each face stroke. She would bring the tip just out of her throat, then shove it back in and swallow, sending wild sensations through my dick, stomach, balls and knees.
I tried to hold back but couldn’t. I yelled, “I’m coming!” Before she could pull my dick out of her throat, I shot my first spurt straight down her throat.
Then she pulled out all but the head, but I was still coming too fast, and come oozed out of her mouth. I fell to my knees, my cock still heaving, though nothing was coming out.
“I was never drained like that before,” I said.
She grinned and said, “Good.” She grabbed my slowly shrinking dick and started rubbing the come off her face with it, then licked it clean. Suck raunchiness I’ve only seen on really good sex tapes.
When she was done, I was hard again. She told me to get up and lie on the bed with my beautiful cock facing her husband. She sat on my face and said, “Eat up, and don’t be shy about putting a couple of fingers in my rear.”
While I went to work, she stroked my cock and licked and sucked my balls. I sucked on her clit, then tongue-kissed her pussy like it was her mouth. Slowly, I worked not one or two but three fingers in her asshole. She responded by grinding her ass against my hand while I Frenched her pussy. When she came, her mouth clamped down on the base of my cock, slobbering and whimpering while her body went through convulsions.
When she was done, she licked and sucked gently all around the spot where she had clamped her mouth and said, “Was I okay?”
Before I could answer, she sat up, grinding her pussy against my face, then got up and straddled my cock. I was speechless as the head of my cock parted and then penetrated her pussy. She sat down on about three inches, then started gyrating for half a minute or more before taking me deeper. Her eyes were closed, her mouth slightly open, yet she was silent, focused on taking every inch of my cock.
Not her husband, though! He was cheering her on, telling her to “take it all in” and to “show him who’s boss.” This was insane! Again I thought I was dreaming, watching Gene’s wife doing some devilish exotic dance while letting a python slide up in her pussy – except the sensation of her tight pussy sliding down the length of my cock was oh so real.
She finally reached the end and sat down hard, still grinning. But now she was moaning, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as she slowly rose, keeping just the head of my cock between her pussy lips before slamming back down, fast and hard, grinding furiously with me deep within her. Lucky for me she was thoroughly lubricated, and she continued at this same intensity for about eight minutes, her whole body shaking wildly.
When she screamed, “I want more dick,” her husband quickly obliged. He pushed her forward over me and penetrated her rear hole in one stroke. We felt our way and found a rhythm so we really pugged her insides. It was a little weird for me, feeling Gene every time he pushed in or pulled out. I wonder what he was feeling on the other side of that solid pulsing wall inside Lidia, but I didn’t give it too much thought – I just knew that it felt unbelievably good.
Lidia herself was going crazy, tonguing me one second, arcing her back, yelling a “fuck me” mantra, then growling that she wanted to be totally filled with cock, bucking back and forth harder than before – if that’s possible. I couldn’t believe how long she lasted before exploding. Her husband soon followed suit.
Gene pulled out and said, “Take good care of her.”
Lidia kissed me and said she loved my cock. Then she said to fuck me like I owned her. She unstraddled me and lay back with her legs spread wide. She woke something up in me. I flipped her over on her stomach, grabbed her hips and plunged in to the hilt.
She looked back over her shoulder and yelled. “Yes, that’s it! Fuck me!”
I answered her with a growl, took hold of her hair and pulled until her back was arched, then began to ram into her fast and hard until I felt her convulsing. Then I had her lift her right knee, and I lifted mine. I took the left hip in my left hand while pulling her by her hair with my right hand till I had her at just the angle I wanted to plunge in and really fuck her.
“Oh God, yes!” she was screaming. “I’ll do anything. Just don’t stop.”
“Anything?” Gene said.
“Yes, baby!” she said. “Oh yes!”
He laughed and said, “I’m going to hold you to that”.
In answer, she came, kept on coming. It felt like lightening was surrounding my dick. She couldn’t stop convulsing and bucking against me, until I couldn’t help but explode, banging her for all I was worth. Finally I had nothing left and fell backward onto the bed.
She followed, still bucking into me, now straddling me backward. She kept at it until I went limp, leaving her lying there whimpering and sucking her thumb while she rubbed her pussy back and forth over my crotch. That’s how she fell asleep.
The last thing I remember before succumbing myself was Gene sitting by the bed, drink in hand, smiling.
Thursday, April 9, 2015
The Celebrity Queen of Spades for April is one of the hottest hotwives on the web - Rebecca Dream. This stunning hotwife has an insatiable desire for Big Black Cock. For more info about Rebecca here is a snippet of her bio page from website - RebeccasOffice.com:
Born: December 24, 1968 in a small suburb of Cleveland, Ohio.
Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: 115 pounds
Marital Status: Happily Married
Occupation: Financial Sales Director, Super mom of 3 and spouse (the last two aren't even jobs)
Previous Jobs: Paralegal, Hostess for Restaurant Chain, Sideline Entertainer for Major Sports Franchises
Favorite Color: Black
Favorite Drink: I'm a simple woman - a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon
Favorite Food: Italian
Favorite Hobby: Cooking
Favorite Music: Jazz
Favorite Movie: Casablanca
Favorite TV: CNN - I know, but it really is...
Clothing Brand most found in my closet: Ann Taylor, Victoria's Secret
Favorite Perfume: Paris
Favorite Activities: Oral Sex (Giving and Receiving)
Favorite Position: Doggie (With your arms wrapped around me)
Favorite Fantasy: Having sudden impulsive hot and sweaty sex with one or two great looking strangers or acquaintances
Turn-Ons: Men who take care of themselves, foreplay, long slow sex, candles, foreplay, articulate conversationalists, good listeners, foreplay, open-mindedness, men who know what they are doing in bed, patience, and... did I say foreplay?
Turn-Offs: Pushy people, bad breath, close minded people, impatience, drunkards, people who love themselves too much, one-night stands, SPAM
Wildest Sex I ever Had: Sex with two lovers in my home while husband was away.
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