She led me to the kitchen, poured two glasses of wine, we chatted for twenty minutes and were on our second bottle of wine already, well on our way to drunk, when she asked how my Brazilian had ‘gone’, so to speak. I joked, “It’s as smooth as a baby.”
“Yummy,” she smiled, making me blush.
“You’re so bad,” I said playfully, somehow completely captivated by her, the image of her going down on me popping into my head.
“You don’t know the half of it,” she said.
“Do tell,” I replied, wanting to live vicariously through her.
She downed her glass, I downed mine, and she said after pouring each of us a fourth, “It’ll be easier just to show you.”
“Um, okay,” I said, curious and nervous.
She took my hand, like she’d done last time, and led me to her bedroom, like she’d done last time, where this time she pulled down her skirt as I stood there.
Was she expecting us to have sex?
She turned to me and said, “Sorry, I’ve got to get out of these stuffy clothes.”
“No problem,” I nodded, as I looked at her thigh high stockings and naked pussy which was, of course, hairless.
She asked with a saucy grin, as she unbuttoned her blouse, “So did you fuck Ken when you got home?”
Usually I kept my sex life to myself, but wanting to impress her I answered, “Actually, I blew him on the way home.”
“What about your needs?” she asked, tossing her blouse in a hamper, displaying small, firm tits and no bra.
“Oh, I didn’t let him come,” I smiled, as if I were in control and not staring at her perfect, trim body. I was certain she was in her thirties like I was, but her figure looked like she was fifteen! (But her poise and confidence certainly weren’t those of a teenager’s.) I continued, “We got home and I made him pound me in the garage.”
“Nice,” she approved, as she grabbed a robe, keeping her thigh highs on.
I added, for some reason, “He came first.”
“They always do,” she interjected, as she put a disk in her blu ray player.
I continued, “Not able to come from his fucking, I pushed him to his knees and made him eat me out.”
She turned around and asked, “After he came in you?”
“Yep,” I nodded, and added, “I held his head between my legs until I came.”
“Nice,” she approved. “So you made him eat a cream pie.”
“A what?” I asked.
“A cream pie,” she repeated, as she sat on the bed and patted a spot beside her, “that’s a cum-coated cunt.”
“What a beautiful alliteration,” I joked, as I joined her on the bed.
She laughed, “I guess it is.”
After a pause, she said, “I want to show you something, but it may shock you.”
“More than knowing you’re a swinger, you fuck black guys and peg your husband?” I asked, wondering what else there could be.
“I also eat a fair amount of black pussy and have a few lesbian pets myself,” she added, giving me a look indicating that she was targeting a new pet: me.
“Oh my,” I said, my face burning red, once again captivated by her every word, wondering for the first time what it would be like to lick a pussy.
“Oh yeah,” she nodded, as she pressed Play, “I’m a take charge gal, but a complete submissive to black men and women.”
“Really?” I asked, still finding it hard to fathom this confident woman being submissive to anyone.
“Watch,” she said, one hand on my leg and the other directing my attention to the large flat-screen on the wall. “This is a video of my first time in the conjugal visitor trailer at the prison.”
“You fucked your husband at work?” I asked, the room still empty.
“God, no,” she said, sounding disgusted. “I go there to fuck…”
She paused and waited until a big black man walked in, “… him.”
My eyes went wide.
She was showing me a sex tape… why?
“I’m working on his case at the moment, doing it pro bono…” she said, before adding wickedly, “… other than his big black bone.”
“Oh, my,” I said, transfixed on the screen, just as she walked in.
“I’m not going to lie, I was nervous this first time,” Janna confessed, even now a bit nervously. “I mean I’d already fucked quite a few men since marrying, but always with my husband there.”
“He wasn’t there?” I asked, even though she’d just said as much.
She explained, “Kareem won’t let the husband watch the first time. The second time he’s required to watch.”
“Oh,” I said, as I watched the screen in awe.
“Get over here, slut,” the black man ordered.
I couldn’t fathom anyone getting away with calling Janna a slut.
She didn’t appreciate it at the time either as she said, “Please don’t call me names.”
Janna whispered in my ear, having recovered her aplomb, at least here in real time, “At first I resisted the name calling, but pretty quickly I was a quivering mess.”
“I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said, standing up and pulling down his orange prison pants to reveal what was, even on the screen, and even still flaccid, a huge cock.
I gasped, as I stared at the dormant dick, “Oh, my.”
“I thought the same thing,” she admitted. “I mean, as soon as I saw his massive cock, I knew I had to have it and he could call me whatever fucking derogatory names he wanted.”
I watched as she walked up to him, dropped to her knees and reached for his cock.
He stopped her. He said, “Tell me what you want, slut.”
“I want to suck this massive cock,” she said, looking completely hypnotized by it.
“Like it?” she asked, and I watched the screen as she took the cock in her mouth.
“It’s huge,” I said, avoiding answering the question, but acknowledging the obvious.
“There is literally nothing more satisfying than having that sucker in me,” she said, as she put her hand in my hair and ran her fingers down my back as she explained how he took control. “Until that day, I had always been in charge in my sex life, even in high school and college, but he turned me into a white bimbo in mere seconds.”
I watched as the cock hardened in her mouth.
I shivered as she continued stroking my back with a sensuous touch.
I wondered what it would be like to have such a massive cock in my own mouth.
She whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending chills down my back, “I would have done anything at that moment to have his cock in my mouth. It wasn’t just that it was fucking huge, it was totally majestic.”
“It is,” I agreed, a shiver going down my spine at both her hot breath and the massive cock I was staring at. I couldn’t explain it, but ‘majestic’ was exactly the word I would use. I also couldn’t explain it, but his dark skin only enhanced its presence, just like a panther is more regal than a leopard.
“It was confusing, and amazing, but I instantly loved allowing my inner slut-freak flag to fly,” she said, before adding, “and most women are the same way. Including you, my dear.”
“I don’t know,” I said, even as I watched the screen in awe. Giving myself away by feeling jealous of Janna for being allowed to service that massive cock.
“I couldn’t explain it, but I instantly loved allowing my inner slut-freak flag to fly,” she said, before adding, “and most women are the same way. Including you, my dear.”
“I don’t know,” I said, even as I watched the screen in awe. Giving myself away by being jealous of Janna for being allowed to service that massive cock.
What made it stranger was that I respected her a lot. She was a smart attorney and a no-nonsense woman who took crap from no one, yet here she was being humbled and agreeable to this convicted criminal whose very presence proclaimed he was no stranger to violence! It was unfathomable. Yet equally erotic.
He suddenly grabbed her head and began to fuck her face,
as she said to me, “I wasn’t ready for that. His cock is more than twice the size of Dele’s and I don’t usually do the sucking. I gagged a few times.”
I had never been used like that. Before watching it now, I never would have even wanted to have my face fucked like that. Yet, as I watched Janna take that cock deep in her mouth I couldn’t help but wonder if I could accomplish the same impressive task.
“Breathe through your nose, you dumb slut,” he ordered, as he slapped her face with his massive black sausage.
“Yes, sir,” Janna replied, as he shoved it back in her throat, balls deep.
“Wow!” I said, as I watched ten inches of cock magically disappear.
“Your mouth can take a lot if you relax your jaw,” she explained.
“I can’t fathom swallowing that serpent,” I said, as I watched.
His massive cock completely disappeared into her mouth, as his balls slapped her chin.
“Trust me, you’d take it all too,” she said, as she ran her fingers through my hair again and down my back. She added, “I’ve always been the dominant one in the bedroom, but Kareem showed me my place. I wanted to please him, I needed to please him. I craved obeying him. Actually, I still crave obeying him.”
“No way could I take that,” I said, as Kareem pulled out, lifted her up like she was a rag doll and tossed her onto the bed on all fours.
“Tell me what you want, slut,” he ordered, as he moved behind her.
“I want your huge black cock deep in my white cunt,” Janna said, with a desperation that seemed completely authentic.
“Fuck, at that moment, as his cock teased my pussy lips, I would have done anything to have him start fucking me,” she whispered in my ear.
“So I see,” I awkwardly chuckled, as I watched the massive cock slide into her pussy.
As he started fucking her, Janna got incredibly animated, “Oh fuck, I love your big black cock,” and “Fuck your white whore,” and after only a couple of minutes, maybe less, she screamed, “Oh my fucking God, I’m coming.”