DOMINANT BLACK BOYFRIEND

Norma Bond looked up from her knitting and smiled as her niece Peggy ran to answer the front door.

“Is that your new boyfriend?” she called out.

“Uh huh,” the happy eighteen year old replied, “his name is Dace Laughton.”

A few moments later Norma’s mouth dropped open when Peggy entered the living room with a young black man.

“Mom, I’d like you to meet Dace!”

“I-it’s nice to meet you, young man,” she stammered. “And where are you two off to?”

“I dunno,” he replied insolently, “probably just hang out.”

“I see,” a very nervous Norma replied softly. “I don’t believe I’ve ever seen you around,” the frightened woman added.

“So what?” he shot back. “I haven’t seen you either!”

All at once there was a tension in the room you could have cut with a knife.

“Well uh, I was just wondering,” Norma replied weakly.

“Well don’t wonder too hard,” he answered evenly. “In fact, I might as well tell ya the whole story right now!”

“What do you mean by that?” Norma asked nervously.

“You wanted to know what we we’re gonna do tonight,” he replied with a sneer, “so you might as well know that as soon as we get in the car your little honey here is gonna suck my big fat cock.”

All the blood drained away from Norma’s face as she tried to make sense of the situation.

Finally after gathering her thoughts she retorted angrily, “you can’t speak to me that way! I forbid Peggy to see any more of you, now get out of here this instant!”

An almost malevolent look crossed Dace’s face as he replied, “don’t ever even think about telling me what to do, bitch! Now watch this!”

With her eyes now the growing to the size of saucers Norma Bond looked on helplessly while Dace Laughton pushed her pretty little niece to her knees before shoving the most massive erection she had ever seen into her hungry mouth. (more…)

VOYEURS

“Where have you been all day?” Gina asked.

“I was out making a delivery to the far south suburbs and traffic was a nightmare,” Katie replied while getting ready to punch her time card. Katie slipped her card back into its slot and turned to wait while Gina did the same.

“How was it around here today. Was the old lady on the war path?” Katie asked.

“Naw,” Gina answered, “she was okay, but come over here behind these boxes. I have something to show you.”

Katie practically stumbled to the floor as Gina grabbed her by the elbow while literally dragging behind the ten foot high stack of inventory cartons.

“What the heck?” Katie said. “Are you nuts or something? I gotta get home.”

“Shush up!” Gina admonished her friend. “Just be quiet and pay attention!”

Katie rolled her eyes while shrugging her shoulders and muttering, “I think you’ve lost your mind!”

The warehouse was quickly clearing out of all the employees leaving the two hiding women all alone, or so Katie thought, because a few moments later she heard the strong clear voice of her boss coming from her office.

“What the heck’s going on?” Katie demanded.

“Just watch and listen!” Gina whispered harshly.

Both women carefully peeked around the corner of the boxes and much to Katie’s surprise Glenda was standing not more than twenty feet away from them talking softly to a young black male.

Katie pulled her head back around the boxes and whispered, “who’s that with old lady Carson?”

“The new stock boy,” Gina said knowingly.

It took a moment for it to sink in until Katie finally asked incredulously, “you mean Glenda and the black kid? You gotta be kidding me!”

Gina nodded her head vigorously and replied in a hushed tone, “last night I stayed late to finish up some work back in the storage room when I stumbled on those two in the middle of how shall I say it? Making passionate love!”

“You mean she and the stock boy were doing the nasty?” Katie asked with wide eyes.

“Once you see him you’ll see why,” Gina shot back. “Now let’s see what happens!”

Again both women peered around the corner only to see the young man leaning up against the wall with his pants down around his ankles and an incredibly large pecker in Glenda Carson’s wide open mouth. (more…)

BLACK COCK AUCTION

“Now let’s see what’s next on our agenda,” auctioneer Tom Finch said into the microphone. The thirty or so couples in the audience sat around their tables sipping expensive wine waited a little impatiently for Tom to continue.

“Come on, Tommy,” a woman from the back of the room hollered, “let’s get on with it, I’m already dripping like a leaky faucet!”

There were loud guffaws from all around the room as Tom turned to the crowd and kidded, “Okay, husbands, this next one is gonna make you sick! Send out number twenty two!” he asked while looking backstage. Ten seconds later the curtain opened and a tall thin black male with a shaved head made his way to the front of the stage where he waited in a pure white terry cloth bath robe for Tommy to begin. “All right, ladies, get out your check books,” Tom said with a leer, “here we have a genuine black stud ready, willing, and last of all able to satisfy each and every one of your needs.”

“I bid two hundred dollars!” Jennifer March shouted out.

“I have a bid of two hundred,” Tom nodded, “do I hear three?”

“Three,” Marilyn Johnson replied, “I bid three hundred dollars!”

“I have three hundred,” Tom announced, “come on now ladies, a night with this young stud is worth at least ten times that.”

“How do we know he’s worth it?” Bonnie Vance shouted out.

“Well,” Tommy said with a grin, “let me just show you.”

A cute little blonde quickly appeared at the black man’s side, and after getting a signal from Tom Finch, untied the sash allowing the front of the white robe to fall open. There was an immediate gasp from the crowd as the young man’s incredibly huge penis came into view. It wasn’t even hard and must have hung down at least eight or nine inches. (more…)

THE LIBRARY

“Brit, wait up!” Hannah shouted from half a block down the street. Hannah stopped in her tracks and waited a little impatiently for her best friend. “I’m sorry I was late!” Hannah puffed while pulling along side Brittany. “But if you saw what I just saw you’d be late too!”

“Okay,” Brit replied with a shake of her head. “I’ll bite, what did you just see?”

With her breathing returning to normal Hannah answered in a whispered tone, “I just saw Ben Sutherland in the raw!”

Brit actually stopped in her tracks as that set in before asking, “how, how in the heck did you do that?”

“Well,” Hannah replied slowly. “You know how I’ve been helping Mrs. Freeman with her last period gym class?”

Brit nodded while answering, “Yeah, you told me something about, so what?”

“Well, in last week’s game Ben sprained his ankle and was in the training room sitting in the whirlpool,” she went on. “The boy’s locker room was supposed to be empty and Mrs. Freeman sent me over to get some extra basketballs. It was dark except for the light in the training room, and I thought someone had just left it on by mistake so I went down to shut it off. Then just as I stepped into the doorway, Ben stood up and I saw everything!”

“Jesus, did he see you?” Brit asked.

“Nope, I ducked back around the corner,” she replied quickly.

“So tell me, how did he look?” Brit asked.

“Whattya mean? Hannah asked slyly.

“You know what I mean!” Brit giggled. “Was is it as big as they say it is?”

Ohhhhh, that,” Hannah replied, “I didn’t even notice.”

“Didn’t notice!” Brittany practically shouted.

“Well, maybe I did get a little peek,” Hannah giggled.

And?” Brit asked.

“It looked like a black snake hanging down from his crotch,” Hannah whispered hoarsely.

“Wow!” Brittany replied in awe. “I wish I could have been there, you get all the luck!”

“Do you really wanna see it?” Hannah asked huskily.

“And how!” her friend shot back.

“Okay, meet me tonight at the library.” she ordered. “I’ve got a plan.”
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DIAL 1-800-BLK-COCK

Joanna Norton stared at the scrap of paper sticking out from between her fingers After a long moment of contemplation she picked up the receiver to her phone and with a shaky hand dialed 1-800-BLK-COCK. “I must be out of my mind,” she muttered to herself while she nervously tapped her foot on the carpeted floor.

After ten rings she was just about to hang up when all at once a lugubrious voice on the other end of the line said smoothly, “this is Walker Post, how may I help you?”

Momentarily frozen with fear Joanna stood there mutely while wondering if she should just hang up and forget the whole thing. She had just made up her mind to forget about it when the voice suddenly uttered forcefully, “I can hear you breathing, now answer me!”

Taken aback by this turn of events Joanne took a deep breath and stammered, “are you the man with the ad in the paper?”

“And which ad would that be?” the deep resonate voice replied softly.

“You know,” Joanne said, “the one in the Underground.”

“There must be a thousand ads in the Underground,” he answered gently. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She was growing increasingly uncomfortable at the direction the conversation was headed, but instead of hanging up she mumbled, “It’s the one about the black man.”

“What about a black man?” he asked.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Joanne replied softly, “maybe I should just forget about it and hang up.”

“Hmmmmm,” he hummed, “maybe you should. But then you wouldn’t get to fuck my ten inches of black meat would you?” So it was him! Involuntarily, Joanne’s vagina drenched her white cotton panties as she pictured in her mind’s eye the voice’s hard black penis. “Since you’re still on the line, I can assume that’s why you’ve called,” he said in a slightly harsher voice. “So tell me, what’s your name and how old are you?”

Again stunned by his forwardness she struggled to reply. “My name’s Joanne and I’m forty six years old.”

“Married?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “For twenty two years.”

“Have you ever fucked a black man?” he questioned.

“No,” she quickly replied. “I’ve never been with anyone other than my husband.”

“Doesn’t he satisfy you?” the voice asked.

“Well, er, yes, I guess so, but I just wanted to find out, you know…” she stammered.

“Wanted to find out what if feels like to get fucked by a cock that would choke a horse,” he answered. “Is that right?”

With all of her defenses down and her pussy in desperate need of some attention, she replied with a moan, “Oh yes, I want to try a huge black dick.”

“You’re just like every other white bitch,” he replied a little caustically. “You come to Walker for the big black bamboo.” After several more minutes of intimate conversation Walker Post gave Joanne his address and directions on how to get there. When she finally replaced the receiver back in the cradle she put her hand up and under her dress where she fingered herself to a stunning orgasm. After slumping to the floor in a heap she mumbled out loud, “Tomorrow at 2:30!” (more…)