Cum to Convention

My friend and I had the three-day-weekend to end all three-day-weekends planned. Fine wine, fine food, great shopping, the theater. We were as giddy as a bunch of teenagers…right up until my supervisor tapped me to pinch hit for somebody’s appendix and go to a conference. I was livid, but I like being employed, so I shut the hell up and went to Chicago. My friend went off on the three-day-weekend to New York. I gritted my teeth a lot.

I moved through the conference in a fog, but didn’t disgrace myself too much. They handed me over to some executive type who was supposed to show me around. Very dignified, distinguished looking black man in silver-gray tailoring. All he did was remind me of the weekend I was missing (and Lisa wasn’t) and I hated him on site. I was barely civil to him, and progressed rapidly to rudeness. He gave it back in volumes. Three hours after we met we were standing in the middle of his office shrieking at each other. We pulled it all out. Race. Gender. Probable ancestry. At one point my palm went right for his face. He tossed up a hand and caught. For a second we both froze, staring at his strong black hand around my white wrist. Then we looked at each other. Then a LOT of things happened.

He was still growling deep in his throat when his mouth came down on mine and his tongue took me. I mean…TOOK. His kiss was savage and demanding, one hand knotted in my hair to hold my head still. I felt my feet leave the floor and my butt land on the desk. He took an arm and swept most of the stuff on the top of his desk to the floor with one swipe. He pulled my head back, laying me down, as his right hand went up under my skirt, grabbed my hose and yanked. He stripped the clothes off me, tearing the fabric in several places. His breathing was loud and harsh and his eyes were lit with an insane glow of animal lust. I was both frightened out of my mind and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. His hand went between my legs and rubbed my hot, dripping pussy.

He lowered his mouth to my right nipple and sucked it hard as he fingered me. Once his fingers were nice and juicy, he slid into a three-finger fuck that was glorious. He built me higher and higher and higher….then stopped and stepped back. I whimpered at him like a wounded animal. He very slowly opened his pants, and took out his rigid, thick 10″ shaft. He fingered it and stared at me. In silence. I went from helpless lust to pure rage. I came off the desk at him like a rocket, knocking him backward enough to land on the couch. I leaped on him, impaling myself with his cock, my body falling forward awkwardly. He couldn’t get leverage enough to move, so I fucked the living shit out of him. Hard, vicious humping, grinding my clit against his shaft…like fucking a tree stump…smashing my ass cheeks against his balls, fists gripping his shirt…licking and biting his skin…muttering “bastard, bastard, bastard” over and over again until I came so big I screamed.

The thud as we hit the floor knocked the wind out of me and that huge climax left me disoriented. I lay and blinked at the ceiling for a few minutes when a huge dark THING came into my line of sight. He mounted me, one knee on either side of my chest, then gripped my wrists and held them out and pinned to the floor. I opened my mouth with the intention of telling the bastard there was no way I’d suck his fucking cock, but somehow the nerve endings got the message wrong….and that huge shaft did a slow slide over my tongue as I gobbled at it.

His eyes were still dark with fury, and he had some kind of “fuckingwhitecuntwhorebitch” monologue going on, but he fed me that huge pole very carefully, inching it carefully into my mouth. My tongue and lips wouldn’t stay still, and for some reason it became a point of honor for me to take it all. I was going to…well, I was just going to show him, that’s all. I sucked him deep into my throat, moaning vibrations against it, feeling it swell and throb, feeling his heavy balls on my chin. Damn, he had a load of cum in there. His grip on my wrists loosened as his eyes half-closed and his monologue drifted into moans and gasps. He fucked my mouth slowly, sensuously, muscles clenched to make it last as long as he could. I watched his face as he got closer and closer to exploding. Suddenly, his eyes flew open, he gripped his cock and withdrew it, stroking hard as he pumped his cum to my mouth. I held my mouth open for it, letting some of it splash on my face. He seemed to cum forever…long white spurts firing out of his ebony cannon.

He lowered himself carefully to the floor beside me, eyes closed. I ran my fingers through the cum on my face, then licked the fingers. Tasty. Very, very tasty. I took scraped up as much as I could and rubbed it all over my cunt. I was sitting on his face with a grip on his balls before he could react. When his reaction kicked in…it was a tongue thrust in my cunt, then biting and sucking on my swollen lips. He got every inch of my cunt with that tongue…except my clit. It was erotic torture, but I clenched my teeth and held on, refusing to let him know that I wanted him to suck my clit so much I was afraid it would shatter my body. He tormented me unmercifully until I leaned forward, tightened my grip on his balls and took the silky head of his half-hard cock between my teeth. His mouth immediately fastened around my clit…tongue, lips and teeth working together.

I fucked his face with everything I had. It was almost unbearable ecstasy. His cock had gone rock hard and I lost the grip with my teeth. I closed my eyes and repeatedly bumped the mushroom head with my forehead as I writhed and thrust my hot, juicy cunt against his face. I had to put both palms flat on the floor on either side of his hips to stay even slightly upright. My clit felt huge…as if my entire lower body had turned into one throbbing piece of erectile tissue. He growled something at me…I have no idea what…and the planet exploded, sending me spinning off into space.

My body was numb and my brain was shut down. After about a century, I opened my eyes. Eventually, what I was staring at solidified. His handsome black face stared down at me, the dark eyes full of laughter. I realized I was wrapped in the gorgeous silver-gray suit jacket. After a little experimentation I realized that all my body parts were intact, and most were functioning. When I remembered what language I spoke, I looked up at him. “You realize, of course, that this means war.” He chuckled. “Surrender, pretty lady. I’ve conquered you.”

Now, you’d think a man his age would have been shoved to his hands and knees, had his ass spanked, his cheeks spread and his little pucker tongue fucked at least once in his life. Nope. My little pink tongue went where no tongue had gone before and you could almost see the brain cells pouring out his ears. He went into a fit of muscle spasms and helpless little “oh-oh-oh!” sounds as I worked my tongue between his mahogany cheeks. I cupped his balls and held them. Dark, hairy, swollen, heavy. I worked them between my fingers gently, then slid my fingers down his cock. The tip was oozing precum all over the carpet. I traced the thick veins. He felt as if he had been carved from marble.

I put a fingertip against his hole and tickled him. He made a sound that could have been a question. I gently inserted the tip of the finger. He made another sound, that pretty much indicated his question had been answered. Using my own cunt juices, his precum and spit, I worked my index finger all the way into his ass and fucked him gently. The strong, muscular dark body held completely under my power by one slender white index finger up his ass was intoxicating. “You are my fuckslave,” I said loudly. “My fucktoy. I can do anything I want to you.”

He gurgled at me, his ass thrusting back to take the finger deeper. I gently inserted a second finger, and fucked him harder. He was wild, the new sensation rushing through him like a drug. It’s always amused me that a man who quite confidently expects to pleasure a woman’s anus is stunned to discover his own anus a source of pleasure as well. It shoots that “men are logical” theory right in the…well…ass. I inserted a third finger and fucked him so hard my fist was punching his ass. “Fuckslave,” I growled. “Fucktoy. I’m gonna fuck your male black ass until you pour cum for me. This white bitch is going to take your ass and OWN IT! Grab your cock and jerk-off, fuckslave!”

He nearly went over as one hand shot to his rod and started to stroke. I watched his shoulder muscles bunch from the force he used. He threw his head back, howling, desperately gasping for air. I tugged gently down on his balls with one hand as I pounded the hell out of his ass with the other. Somehow a fourth finger had slipped in, and I was a thumb away from fisting him. I watched my hand, fascinated. Wow, I thought.

He pumped his cock, near hysteria, slamming his hips back, muttering “fuckmefuckmefuckme” as one long stream of sound. Suddenly he went rigid, back arched, muscles frozen. I looked under him in time to see the Niagara Falls of cum release. Spurting and splashing everywhere. I pumped his ass until he just fell over, effectively jerking the hole away from the hand. He twitched a couple of times, looked at me with glazed eyes, then drifted off. I laid down next to him in a relatively cum free space of carpet and closed my eyes. I had no doubt we’d have a rematch, and I wanted to be rested up for it.