Big Black Dick Movies Lori was an intensly desirable girl who at the ripe old age of
twenty-six found herself locked in a failing marriage with a man who
was going on thirty-six and still 'hung up' on a previous relationship.
She had hooked up with Dwain just after she got out of high-school
and now, five years later, she wondered what she was thinking when she
agreed to marry the man. They had almost nothing in common except the sex.
And now, for the past year, even that had dried up. He hadn't even touched
her in over three months and she was beginning to think that there must be
something wrong with her.
He seemed to have plenty of time for his eighteen year old daughter
from his first marriage, driving a hundred and fifty miles every weekend
to visit her at the boarding school she attended - but when it came to his
own wife, he was either too busy or too tired to pay much attention.
Lori worked as a secretary for a large industrial firm. There wasn't
a lot of work to do that day and she sat at her computer terminal gazing out
the window at the clear blue sky of a June day. She was looking forward to her
lunch date with Jo Ann, another secretary from an office down the hall. She had
met her on one of the rare occasions that her husband had decided to take her
out.
There was a bartending job opening up at a popular disco by the
marina and he was supposed to meet someone there to see about the position.
His unemployment had run out and he was getting desparate to find something
and since she had been complaining about never getting to go out, he had
decided to roll both of these unpleasant chores up into one package and take
care of them at the same time.
She remembered how excited she was at the prospect of actually
getting to go dancing and having a little fun. She had bought a white cotton
jump suit and a new pair of white sandles with little silver buckles just for
this occasion. Her dark hair hung down to her thin waist and she had washed
and blow dried it and brushed it into a sheen. She had put on a light blue
eye-shadow and a matching shade of mascara to accentuate her deep blue eyes
and dabbed just a touch of a sweet smelling perfume onto her slim neck.
When they arrived at the club she heard the loud pounding music from
the parking lot and her feet were already moving to the rhythm as they walked
through the door. They found a table and ordered some drinks and she asked
her husband if he would like to get out on the floor with her before the
drinks came. To her chagrin, he shrugged her off and told her that that wasn't
what they had come for. His mood was growing fouler every minute as it became
clear that the guy he was supposed to meet about the job wasn't going to show.
They had been sitting there for half an hour, sipping on the same
drinks when a young woman approached them,introduced her self as Jo Ann Lyons
and asked them, in what sounded to be an English accent, if she might join
them for a minute. She sat down between them and after the song that was
playing had ended and before the next one began she asked if anyone would
care to dance.
Lori remembered how her husband declined but said, jokingly and
gesturing toward herself, that the one who wanted to do some dancing was
sitting on the other side of her. She remembered thinking how at this point
she wouldn't really mind dancing with another girl when the young woman
turned to Dwain and asked him if he wouldn't mind, then, if his wife
danced with her boyfriend's buddy. He had come along with them and was
beginning to feel like a fifth wheel, she explained.
Dwain was kind of stuck there. He had already given permission for
his wife to dance with somebody and he really couldn't take it back just
because her partner would be male - not without losing face anyway. So Jo Ann
led her across the room where two men were sitting and introduced them to
each other.
Lori remembered how shocked she was when the two men turned out to
be black. She remembered how she looked over to where Dwain was sitting as
she walked to the dance floor with her new partner and how she would never
forget the look on her husband's face as he watched her dancing with the tall
man to the up-beat tune that poured with a deafening roar from the big
speakers that went all around the walls. They weren't even touching each
other but she knew that her husband was probably getting jealous as hell.
After a couple of fast numbers a slow song came on. She remembered
the little moment of awkwardness as the tall black man and she looked at
each other before he took her in his long arms and they began to sway to
the music. As the song went on he held her a little closer as they began to
feel more comfortable with each other. The song seemed to go on forever but
when it finally ended, they released their embrace and she looked around to
where her husband was sitting but all she saw was the waitress clearing the
table off. Dwain was nowhere to be seen.
She accompanied the man back to the table where Jo Ann and her boyfriend
were sitting and told them that she'd love to stay and dance some more but
that she thought she was probably in big trouble and had to leave. Everyone
was disappointed and they begged her to stay but she told them that she
really had to go. Before she left them, Jo Ann gave her her telephone number and
told her to 'ring her up ' sometime. Lori remembered how charming she
thought that was and remembered thinking how nice it would be to have a
friend from a foreign country.
Lori would never forget how embarrased she was as she climbed into
the taxi-cab and headed home to her jealous little husband . When she
got home they had a hell of a fight that ended with him sleeping on the
couch. That was the first night since the beginning of their marriage that
they had slept in separate beds.
The next day Lori 'rang up' Jo Ann. She explained what had happened
in more detail and apologized again. Jo Ann brushed it off and asked her if she
would be interested in a secretarial position that would be opening up down
the hall from where she worked. Lori was thrilled. It would get her out of
the house and bring in some extra money. They might even be able to afford
to move out of the dump they had been living in for the past three years.
Two weeks later she was sitting at the same desk that she was
sitting at now. Her wrist watch sounded it's little alarm and she broke out
of her revery. It was time for lunch.
~
Jo Ann was just getting off the phone when Lori showed up at her
cubicle with a bright cherry smile on her face. Jo Ann motioned to her that
she would be right there and spoke into the phone. "Okay, Zeb, gotta go now,
Lori's here and we're going to lunch...". She looked at Lori and gave her
a coy smile. "I know, I know...",she said into the phone, "I know honey, but
you know how it is...." She smiled again at her close friend and shook her
head as if to say "men". "Okay, honey, I'll see you tonight...love you". And
she hung up.
Lori asked, "what was that all about?"
"Oh nothing, it's just that everytime I mention your name He wants
me to let him introduce you to one of his friends."
"Well thank him for the nice thought but you know how Dwain is. He
wouldn't think of letting me go out with anybody."
"I know, that's what I keep telling him, but he's very persistent."
The two girls talked as they made their way to lunch. "Lori, have
things been getting any better between you and Dwain?"
"Are you kidding? The only time there's any peace around the place
is when he goes to visit Lisa on the weekends."
"That bad huh...listen love, you know you don't have to stay cooped
up in that little apartment all weekend if he's not even going to be around.
Why don't you come along with Zeb and me. A friend of his has some kind of
an estate up in the mountains north of here, and there would be plenty of
room for you. You'd even have your own guest cottage.
"Sounds great Jo Ann, but if Dwain called (and believe me he would), and
I'm not there to answer the phone there would be a lot of explaining to do
when he got home."
"Love, I don't see how you can live like this. You've got to start
thinking just a little about yourself. if he wants to go out of town every
weekend then you owe it to yourself to be able to do the same thing if you
want."
"I know, but I'm really trying to give this marriage every chance I
can to work and if it doesn't, then I can move on to somthing else."
As they sat down at the restraunt table, their conversation got a
little more intimate. " You know, Lori, there's more to a marriage than
good sex. There should be a mutual respect for each other too not to mention
simple courtesy."
Lori had never really confided in anyone about the other problem
that she had with her husband but she could't go on trying to keep up the
pretext of being two mismatched love birds. "Jo Ann, I know that I've given
you the impression that Dwain is some kind of red hot lover but...and it
really hurts to admit it but we haven't been getting along in bed either."
Jo Ann was genuinely surprised to hear that. It looked like her friend
had really been putting one over on her. But she had to be sure. "Are you
telling me that you two aren't getting it on every night now?"
Lori found it more difficult to admit now that she could see how
surprised Jo Ann was. "Jo Ann I'm really sorry that I didn't confide in you before
but I have to admit I'm really at the end of my wits. The truth is that
Dwain and I haven't even been sleeping in the same bed since that night that
I first met you at the disco and he got jealous over me dancing with that
guy and stormed out of the club."
This was a bombshell for Jo Ann. "God, Lori, that was three...over
three months ago. I remember because it was Zeb's birthday we were
celebrating that night. And that was in May. You mean to tell me that you
haven't..."
"That's right,Jo Ann,"
"...made love together for over three months?"
"God, I can't believe it either. I keep telling myself that he can't
hold out much longer but it just keeps going on and on. I know it's driving
me crazy. It has to be doing the same thing to him. I mean how long can a
man go without sex?"
"How do you know that he is?"
"No, I thought about that, Jo Ann, he's just not the kind of guy that
would have an affair."
"Lori, he's got to be doing something."
"I know he can't be."
"Look if he's not having an affair then he must be..."
"He's not having an affair. I would know it."
"Well then, Lori, I would say that he has to be masturbating."
Jo Anns words hit home. All she could do was look at her friend. It made
perfect sense. But she still couldn't believe it.
Jo Ann leaned closer and looked her eye to eye. "Love, there couldn't
be any other explaination. Answer me this: does he keep any 'girly magizines
around the place?"
"Well no, I mean I haven't seen any.
"What about video-cassettes ?"
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I noticed a large and very muscular bodybuilder type black male in his
early 30s I would guess. I am a body builder myself but this guy was
twice my bulk and much slimmer in the hips and such. I noticed my wife
sitting in a lawn chair sunning herself and giving him long and wanton
looks. I just laughed to myself.
I busied myself playing with the kids. I was going under the water and
coming up under their floats like a shark and getting them Mandingo Vs Jack New Mandingo about it. Her husband had himself a little erection.
She didn't say a word as she turned her hand and tiptoed up to his draw
string. She took the end of the string between her finger and thumb and
slowly pulled. It seemed to her that he was pretending not to notice what
she was doing even as the bow finally came undone and the waist loosened.
The garment was much to large even for a pudgy, middle-aged man like
him but it gave her room to play with. She could notice that his breathing
was becoming a little more rapid as she lifted the waist band about four
inches away from his body and peeked under.
There it was in all it's glory - all five inchs of it - whiter than
cauliflower and stiff as a board. It took all of Lori's will power not to
laugh out loud at the throbbing 'stiffy' as it tried to stand up under it's
little tent cover. "Poor Dwain", thought Lori,"this is the most excitement
the poor boy's seen in a long,long time. His breathing had become noticably
deeper and it took him a few minutes to get the words out but he finally
worked up his courage and asked her if she had ever dated a black man.
Lori thought to herself," this is working even faster than Daryl
said ". He had told her to expect a question like that after one or two
nights of the 'treatment' but there it was, right from her own husband's
lips.
She remembered what Daryl had told her about using her imagination
and she quickly threw off her sense of revulsion at the sight of her
husband's penis and quietly moved her hand inside the little tent. She held
her dainty finger over his 'weenie' and then after a long pause, she
deliberatly teased him to distraction by tenderly tracing her fingernail
along the short length of the upturned 'boner' and whispering in his ear
with a matter of fact tone of voice..."Yes, I did date a black man once...he
was a very good dancer".
On hearing these ominous words the stunted phallus tried to raise
itself beneath the beautiful young wife's dainty touch but only a slight
additional pressure kept it from moving very much. Lori was amused. She knew
she'd hit the jackpot.
The film moved on from scene to scene of beautiful white women making
love with well endowed black studs and Lori could gauge Dwain's level of
arousal by the stiffness of his little white penis. She noticed that he
relaxed a bit when the scene had only blonde women even though they were just
as nice looking as the brunettes but when a scene came on that featured a
white female with a similar appearance to her own, his feeble little 'weenie'
would start bobbing up and down like a teeter totter. "Poor little man", she
whispered inaudibly, "Betrayed by your best friend!"
The film moved on now to an actress who wasn't just Lori's type, she
was almost a dead-ringer. She looked to see how her husband was reacting. She
could hear him take a deep involuntary breath and his little 'weenie' starting
throbbing even harder. She knew it wouldn't take very much to get him off now
so she started to masturbate him.
When the beautiful young 'Lori look-a-like'went to her knees,
unzipped the black man's fly and took out a twelve inch coal black cock,
Lori could feel Dwain's five inch clam starte to spasm. The black man in the
film took the beautiful white woman's arm and began to suck on her fingers
and as he did this his large, semi-erect cock flopped down and rested on the
girls collar bone - making a sharp contrast to her alabaster skin. Lori felt
something wet hit her arm and she jerked her hand away from her husband's
ejaculating organ and quickly started to wipe the disgusting semen off as best
she could.
She turned her angry blue eyes on the pathetic man."I was afraid you
were going to do that!" She stormed out of the bedroom and into the bathroom
and locked the door. She was still cursing him as she got into the shower.
"You could at least have had the simple courtesy to warn me",she fumed to
herself as she scrubbed the foul semen residue off of her slender arm.
~
The next few evenings went pretty much like the one described except
that some ground rules were firmly laid down.
First of all - if so much as a drop of his filthy stuff touched her
again in any way or for any reason, his therapy would end.
Second - he was not allowed to masturbate without her permission. If
she even suspected him of doing it, his therapy would end.
Last and most important - She would be talking to the doctor and
reporting on his progress on a regular basis and receiving further
instructions. His instructions were to be followed to the letter. If they
weren't, his therapy would end.
And if the therapy ended, so did the marriage.
After two weeks of 'therapy', Lori's husband had become so
conditioned to the stimulus that she only had to turn on the bedroom tv and
he had an instant hard on. They were almost to the end of the last tape when
his impending climax was put on hold by an unexpected phone call from the
doctor. He lay there unable to even finish himself off without Lori's
permission and tried to piece together the partial conversation she was
having with someone. All he could make out was that she was getting some kind
of instructions from someone. At one point he thought he heard her say,
"yes, I think he's ready...". And then," alright......yes sir...I understand.
Okay...bye bye...".And she hung up the phone.
She came back and stood by the bed for a moment, looking down at him
with unmistakable sadness in her eyes and she said,"sweety we need to talk".
She shut off the video and turned the lights down low. Her husband was really
confused now and felt ridiculus laying there with no pants on and his member
still stiff and sticking in the air as his lovely young wife lay back down
beside him. She took his sensitive testicles in her cool hand and began to
gently play with the swollen balls as she spoke very softly in his ear.
"Dwain, sweetheart, that was the doctor that I just spoke to on the
phone. I told him that you were doing real well with the therapy that he
prescribed for you and he was very glad to hear that. He also thinks that it
would be best if you started masturbating on your own again instead of the
way we've been doing it". Her husband looked at her as they lay there
in the dimly lit bedroom and a sad puppy dog look came over his face.
"But I like the way we've been doing it...", he complained.
"I know, honey, but the doctor knows what's best ...right?" There was
just the hint of a threat in her voice.
"Yes, if you really think so...but I was starting to think that we
might even... you know...make love or something...".
She gently teased and pulled on the skin of his scrotum and tried to
reassure him. "Come on now, don't be a crybaby, we haven't made love in over
three months. We really shouldn't rush into something like that without
talking to the doctor about it."
"When can we talk to him about it?"
"Well I'm seeing him tomorrow. If you really want, I'll
ask him then."
"I just don't see why you should have to ask another man if..."
Lori moved her fingertips to the crown of his small penis now -
reveling in the control she had over him - and teased the sensitive inner
skin of his miserable piss slit.
Look, sweety, do you want me to ask him if we can
make love or not?" She tweaked his penis.
"Yes, Lori, please ask him if we can make love..."
"That's a good boy, I promise to ask him. But whatever he says goes.
Do we understand?"
"Yes"
"And there won't be any complaints if he says that it's better that
we don't make love?"
"No, Lori."
~
The next day, Jo Ann asked Lori how her husband's treatment was going.
Lori explained, "Daryl called right as Dwain was about ready to
get his rocks off. It kind of surprised me when he told me that he was
going to be changing the game plan. From now on, Dwain has to do all the
work himself. I'm still supposed to talk to him and help him out that way
but we're not allowed to touch."
"How did he take to that idea?"
"Poor boy, I think he almost cried. I actually felt sorry for him in
a way. It's funny, though. Daryl didn't say anything about that at the
office yesterday. I'm still trying to figure out what made him change his
mind so suddenly."
Jo Ann looked a little sheepish and said,"Uh, Love, I hope you don't
get mad at me for what I'm about to tell you but I mentioned what we were
talking about the other day to Zeb. And I think he might of said something
to Daryl about it".
Lori's mouth dropped open and her blue eyes widened. "You mean
about..."
"Yes, I'm afraid I've got a little bit of a big mouth, don't I?"
"Oh my god! Oh my god!"
"Listen, Lori, this could be a good sign though. I mean, he still
wants to see you and he doesn't want you touching Dwain. It must be a good
sign. If he didn't like the idea of you feeling like that about him then he
wouldn't really care. Would he?"
"Oh well...I guess so. But it's embarassing."
"A little embarassment isn't that big a deal, love, if it gets
you what you want, is it?"
Lori was embarassed. Her pretty white face blushed at the thought
of Zeb telling his bro' all about her intimate feelings for him. She hardly
knew how she would face him, now that he knew. But Jo Ann was right. It would
be a dream come true if Daryl would pluck her from her miserable life with
Dwain. And if there were even a remote chance of that happening then she was
willing to face hell itself to see it come true.
Later as she walked down the long hall that led to Daryl's office,
she was dying with anticipation for how he was going to act toward her, now
that he knew how she felt about him. She bravely opened the door to his
office and stepped inside. He was seated with his back turned to her looking
out the window. And as she moved quietly toward him, he turned and stood up.
There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. There wasn't going to
be any pretense of professional demeanor here.
The great black man put his arms around the sweet young white girl
and as she raised her beautiful face to him and let her lips part,they kissed.
Their kiss was passionate but quiet. They let their tongues say everything
that needed to be said without having to make a sound. They kissed for what
seemed to be a whole hour -- only pausing long enough to separate and gaze
into each others eyes before they began to kiss again.
They had moved to the couch and as he cuddled her in his arms, he
asked Lori what her husband thought about the new direction his treatment
would be going in.
Lori looked into Daryl's eye's with a mischeivious smile. "Promise
you won't get mad?"
"How could I get mad at you my little treasure?", he said as he
caressed her soft white cheek with his large black paw.
"Well...he made me promise to ask you if it would be alright with you
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would be safe and she could even have her cousin watching. Ha... Couldn't
be... I put it out of my head.
I looked back and saw that the black guy had just left and soon could see
him in his balcony sitting in the sun watching the pool. My wife looked
my way to see if I was looking and then started getting her stuff ready
to go. We hadn't been there all that long so I knew we weren't leaving.
Mandingo Picture Black Big Dick buy her some nice summer clothes. I
mean since I'm working too now we could afford to do that."
Dwain was really impressed. He had no idea that Lori really liked
his daughter that much. In fact, at times, he thought she might be downright
jealous of the affection he showed her. "I think that's a great idea. I'll
call and set it up after dinner. Thanks honey."
"No problem." Lori said. Now was as good a time as any. "Honey, as
long as we're on the subject of setting things up, there's something I need
to talk to you about."
Her husband's expression sobered when she said that. When she wanted
to talk, it usually wasn't about the weather. He looked at her expectantly.
"Dwain, you know it's been over three month's since we've had any
kind of 'physical' contact?"
"Hmmm, yeah..."
"You know I'm thinking that we need to do something about that before
it's too late. I mean it's starting to get to me."
"Has it been that long?"
"Yes, it has."
There was a long silence.
"Dwain, I think we need to get some counseling and I've decided to
set up an appointment with a doctor in Beverly Hills tomorrow. If you want,
I'll set it up for you too. You don't have to come but I think that it might
be a good idea for us to go in together."
"No, you go, he said waving his arms. I'll have to think about it."
"Sweety, you've had three months to think about it..."
Now he was getting mad. "No, it's your idea, you go and see what
they have to say and then maybe I'll come in later when you have it all
figured out." There was no budging him.
"Alright, if you're at least willing to think about it then I'll do
that. But I want you to promise me that you'll keep an open mind about this.
It's very important to me, Dwain, and if you want us to stay married it had
better be important to you too."
"It's important to me", he said defensively.
"Because I'm doing this for both of us - not just me."
"I know that."
Lori told herself to take it easy on him even though she really
felt like letting him have it. "I don't want to hear any complaints later if
you don't happen to agree with the therapist."
"Don't worry, whatever the therapist says is fine by me."
"Are you sure about that."
"Yes."
She still wasn't sure that he understood how important this was to
her and even as tears started forming in her deep blue eyes she forced
herself to finish it. "Dwain", she said, in a very soft and somber tone,"if
this doesn't work...we're through...for good".
"Alright, alright. Whatever this therapist says to do, we'll do. I
promise."
They looked at each other for a few moments. He had promised to do
whatever the therapist said to do and that would have to be good enough for
now. She had done a good job of bluffing but she knew ,that in reality, she
didn't have anymore of an idea than he did about exactly what Zeb's friend
would have them do.
He served dinner to her and then he went into the bedroom and
called his daughter's boarding school and made their summer arrangements
~
Lori was a little apprehensive as she sat in the doctor's plush
waiting room wondering how she should best explain her problem to him.
After waiting for about fourty-five minutes, the receptionist finally told
her that she could go in.
As she opened the door, Dr. McMichaels rose and walked toward her
with his hand extended and a smile on his face. "Ah", he said, in a very
doctorly tone, "come on in and have a seat, Lori. She gave him her hand and
returned the smile in a slightly uneasy way. Zeb had forgotten to mention
that Dr. McMichaels happened to be a very large and very dark skinned negro.
"I talked to Zeb Stewart and he told me a little about this problem
you've been having and I want you to know that, from what I've heard so far,
it's anything but uncommon. It put the young wife at ease right away to know
that she wouldn't have to start from the beginning. She would remember to
thank Zeb for making it a little easier for her.
"You've gotta be kidding me, doctor. Do you mean you've seen this before?"
"Yes, I have - quite often, and what's more - it seems to be on the
rise. In most of the cases there are certain easily recognizable factors
that seem to drive it -- Sexually transmittible diseases for instance.
However, in this case, I don't think that's the problem. Now Zeb told me
that you found some magazines and video tapes -- and you believe that your
husband has been using these materials for self stimulation. Tell me how
you feel about that."
"Well I don't feel very good...I thought that I was enough for him
but when I saw those pictures and I realized what he was doing with them, It
hit me -- that there is something wrong with me as a women. Something that
I can't explain -- but I know that it's true."
The formidable black man visibly winced as he heard these words
coming from Lori's mouth. "Okay", he said as he pondered deeply. "Tell me
more."
A slight blush came to her beautiful white face as she became aware
of how intimate these details were -- but she bit her soft lower lip
and fought back the tears.
Doctor Michaels leaned forward and placed a large comforting hand on
his young patient's shoulder and said, in a comforting tone of voice, "Lori,
I know this isn't easy to talk about but it's very important that you do.
We need to help -- you -- before we can even begin to think about saving your
marriage. And the first thing you need to do is to let it all out.
Lori felt the Doctor's strong hand on her shoulder and it made her
feel safe and warm inside. She hardly knew the man but she felt attracted to
him in a way that she hadn't been attracted to a man in a very long time. She
knew that it wasn't proper to be having these feelings for someone that was
trying to treat you but there they were.
"I know", she said softly, "I've needed someone to talk to about how
I feel for a long time but I just didn't know who to turn to."
"And now you do." He spoke firmly and confidently and she knew that
everything would be alright. All she really had to do was let him take
charge. And she felt that she could do that now.
Their session lasted for over an hour and when he finally told her
that it was over, she felt as if it had only just begun. But she was relieved
when he told her that he wanted to see her again every day after work for
an hour.
She set up her next appointment with the receptionist before she
left and walked to her car feeling as if a giant weight had been lifted
off of her shoulders. She almost felt like a kid again.
When she got home, a little bit of that weight felt like it was
climbing back on her shoulders when she saw her husband sitting at the dining
room table looking up at her. Two plates were setting on the table and his
look seemed to ask her why she was late.
"I'm famished", she exclaimed as she threw her purse on the couch
and kicked her shoes off. She sat down and started serving herself -- not
really looking directly at him.
"So, how'd it go?", he asked.
"It went very well", she said, "I really like that man."
"Is he going to be able to help us?"
Lori paused and said, "Absolutely".
Her husband seemed to be expecting more, so she went on. "Today we
just talked about me and the feelings that I've been having. We're going to
be getting into you later on this week."
"You have another appointment this week?"
"Everyday after work this week."
Dwain was a little surprised. "Isn't that going to get kind of
expensive?", he asked.
Lori thought for a moment and said,"my company's medical plan is
going to cover it".
Her husband looked relieved. "Oh", he said, "I didn't know you had a
medical plan there".
"Yep, don't worry, it won't..." -- She wanted to say,"... eat
into your porno budget..." -- but she continued,"...cost us a dime ".
"So anyway...what's this doctor like?"
She was enjoying all the attention. She said, almost as if showing
off a new mink coat, "Well, his name is Daryl T. McMichaels M.D. and he's
a graduate of Harvard Medical School. But you wouldn't think it to look at
him...I mean he's like six-foot nine...he literally towers over me...and he's
also very large...you know...'built'...and when we shook hands when he
introduced himself, I couldn't believe how big his hands were. I felt like
a little girl."
"McMichaels...is that Irish?"
Lori snickered, "Uh no, actually, to tell the truth he's African
American".
"He's black?"
"Yes dear." And she couldn't help but giggle just a little as she
remembered about her husband's 'hang up' with interracial sex. She felt
like teasing him a bit. "Blacker than the Ace of Spades! I know...I was
surprised too but you forget about that after you talk to him for a while.
And anyway what difference does it make what color he is?"
Her husband tried not to look rattled but he was perceptably shaken.
"Oh, no difference at all -- none whatsoever."
Lori had to use all her self control not to laugh out loud at her
husbands nervousness. She thought, "He really has no idea that I know about
his little secret", she thought, as an amused smile came to her face. "She
said, "I,m very glad to hear you say that, sweety. I'm already beginning to
see an improvement in your attitude and he hasn't even seen you yet. And
then she thought to herself, "I think Zeb may be right. I think this may
be just what the doctor ordered."
~
The next day went slow for her. All she could think about was her
impending visit with Daryl that evening. She new it was odd to think of
her doctor as if she were on a first name basis but then come to think of
it, he had called her by her first name and there didn't seem to be anything
out of place about that -- so what the hell.
She wanted to brag about him to everyone at work but she knew she
didn't dare --of course. The way the rumors flew around there, she would be
on the six-o'clock news by the time she got home. She could, however, tell
Jo Ann all about him at lunch and she looked forward to that.
"So did you make the appointment?", Jo Ann asked, in an excited whisper
as they sat down at their usual table.
"Yes."
"And, and...",Jo Ann begged.
"And what?"
"Come on, Lori, don't tease. Did you see him?"
Lori couldn't hold it in. "God, Jo Ann, he's absolutely devine! He
has a way about him that just inspires confidence. I walked out of his
office feeling better than I've felt in years."
"Is he really that good?"
"Yes, Jo Ann, he is. As a matter of fact, maybe a little too good."
"What do you mean?"
Lori paused and examined her friend a moment to see if she should
go on and then said,"I mean he's really nice -- that's all".
"By the way you're talking, I would say you think he's just a little
more than nice."
"What do you mean", she asked innocently.
"I think you know what I mean, Lori. You wouldn't be thinking of him
in a romantic way now would you?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake, Jo Ann, a man like him wouldn't be interested
in someone like me."
"That isn't what I asked you, Love. I asked you 
Best Mandingo Cuckold Slaves Later I told her what I had seen and she layed
it all on me:
Yes. She had been fucking this guy on a regular basis. As a matter of
fact, every time they went swimming they had a good long fuck! I was
beside myself but at the same time very turned on by the whole idea. She
told me that he treats her like a slut and bosses her around and makes
her do some things which she still hasn't been able to tell me exactly
what they are. I think he butt fucks her and masturbates Jada Fire Cumbang inch down the great black shaft. It was if he were driving
her down on him without even the slightest movement of his powerful hips.
The slaps came faster now and a bulge appeared in her throat where the giant
penis was causing it to extrude. The tip of the organ that she had been so
playfully engaged with only moments before was now way past her tonsils.
"Naughty little girl", he teased, as the black paw came down even
harder on her soft white skin. Lori began to orgasm. She wanted to breath
but her climax was so intense that without anymore spanking, she forced more
and more of Daryl's humongous black cock down her slender white throat until
her nose finally nestled itself in the dense curly hair of his thick pubic
mound. After only a moment she pulled back all the way, completely disengaging
from it and took a long deep breath as she fell over on her back, still under
the power of the first true orgasm she had ever experienced in her young life.
Daryl let her bathe in the warm feeling until she finally seemed
to be coming back to her senses. Then he gently scooped his tired little
princess up in his arms and rocked her gently.
"Sleep well, Lori, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow," he
said, as he brushed her long black hair. She was thoroughly spent and only
barely awake, but her mouth continued to make sucking movements. So he slowly
eased her down to his cock. It was still semi-hard and as the soft cheek of
the sleepy girl brushed against it, it bobbed up to meet her lips. The scent
of his manhood entered her nostrils and she opened her mouth and took the
purple knob inside. As soon as the giant cock felt the warmth and wetness of
her mouth, it ceased it's bobbing motion. It became perfectly still, except
for the rythmic flaring of its tiny mouth. It seemed to be sipping and
tasting the sweetness of the young white girl as she lay there nestled beside
her black master, sucking herself to sleep.
~
As the morning light creeped through the bedroom window, Lori
stirred and began to open her eyes. At first she thought she was back at home
with Dwain but as her eyes focused on Daryl's penis, she remembered where
she was.
She raised her head slightly and saw that he was still asleep.
Being careful not to wake him, she lowered her face back down and let her lips
brush softly along the sleeping black cock. She examined the tip and let her
tongue sneak out and enjoy the rich musky taste of it.
She ran her small white index finger along it's length. marvelling at
the sheer size of his manhood. It seemed to stir and grow under her attention and
as she continued to play with it she could feel Daryl's powerful pulse begin
to throb against her sweet young lips. The memory of her first orgasm the
night before began to come back to her and she felt herself becoming more and
more aroused.
Lori was so engaged in her play that she hadn't noticed that Daryl
had begun to wake up and was a little startled when she heard him say," Well
you've made it itch, so why don't you scratch it?" Her beautiful blue eyes
darted up to see him smiling down at her and as a mischevious smile came to
her own face she raised up and threw her leg over him. Her beautiful face
beamed with anticipation as she straddled the black man's powerful waist and
her slender white thighs caressed his dark skin.
She was barely able to encompass his massive girth, in fact, she
looked a bit like a little girl trying to ride bare back on a black stallion.
Daryl puckered his lips and she slowly leaned forward to kiss him. His giant
fallus began to arise from it's slumber, slowly rising from his thighs like a
giant flagpole as it became harder and fatter until it had begun to bend all
the way over. Unaware of the threat to her upturned nakedness, Lori was
tenderly kissing Daryl all over his rugged black face. Even as the huge purple
knob began to brush against the soft white skin of her inner thighs, she was
leisurely running the tip of her tongue along the bridge of his nose.
She traced the outlines of his nostrils this way and probed inside them,
completely lost in the revery of her lust.
Daryl's huge black penis was now poised at the very entrance to Lori's
upturned vagina and as she continued to worship his face with her sweet wet
tongue, he raised up and pushed her back until the ugly knob pressed against
her maidenhood forcing the soft outer lips apart and making her gasp in surprise.
Her beautiful blue eyes went wide and her jaw dropped in astonishment as the
huge black organ nestled more and more snuggly in her tight, tight pussy and
as she felt the great penis push it's head past the inner ring, she relaxed
and sat back down on it. A visible blush came to the beautiful white girl's
face as she felt more and more of the incredible black snake creeping into the
most intimate parts of her soft body, expanding her to the limit with it's
unimaginable thickness. She felt like she was being impaled by something,
that once inside her, would never be able to be removed.
Even though she knew how large he was, it seemed so much larger now
that she couldn't see it. It just kept filling her young body more
and more like a monster that couldn't be stopped. She felt her whole body
begin to tremble uncontollably as even more of the fat black penis filled her
and she began to orgasm in wave after wave of incomprehensible pleasure.
"Oh my God", she screamed. "Oh my God!" She reached around behind
her and groped with her dainty white hand. She had to see how much of Daryl's
black cock was still outside of her. She gasped as she felt the thick shaft of
the giant penis. It wasn't even half way inside yet! Like a tidal wave, her
next orgasm hit her, making her shudder so violently that another inch of
thick black cock eased inside. She gasped again as the rough veined monster
rubbed against her tender clitoris sending immense pleasure reeling through
her.
Now sheer lust made her want more of him - all of him - and she
delibrately pushed down on it. She grasped the invading black penis with her
small white hand. She couldn't get her hand all the way around it but she held
it tightly and pushed down with all her strength until she felt the purple
knob against the entrance of her womb. Tears formed in her eyes even as the
next orgasm began and she was scarcely able to reach Daryl's face to kiss him
before she began to tremble again so violently that only the immense length
of black cock inside her kept her from flying off the bed. When their orgasm
came, it was more than anything she could have prepared for. They came together.
His giant black phalus ejaculated it's thick semen directly into her innermost
being and they lay there for what seemed to be an eternity, locked in each
other's arms, enjoying the sweet pleasure of the after glow.
~
As Lori lay cuddled in the great black man's arms she knew that
there was something missing. As much as she enjoyed the idea of what they
were doing for her husband by bringing him up there to see them together,
she felt as if she were cheating her master. She felt as if she were being
selfish. She tried to think of what could possibly add to what her husband
would feel, when he saw how she loved and adored the man she lay beside.
Just then, the phone rang. Daryl reached over and hit the switch.
He knew who it was; So he let Lori answer.
"Hello, Dwain."
"Hello, Lori...I'm on my way up."
"Well what's taking you so long", she teased, as she trailed her
white finger along Daryl's coal black muscular abdomen.
"I haven't been able to get a hold of the school, to let them know
that I can't make it, this weekend."
Lori started to tell him to forget about it. But a deep, sexy,
delightfully naughty feeling in the pit of her stomach told her to stop and
think for a minute.
She told him,"Wait just a minute. I'm thinking..." She looked over
at Daryl. He was looking at her with a curious expression. She thought for a
moment and tried to picture what her heart was coaxing her toward. "Oh, my
god," she whispered, "I wonder."
"What did you say?" said the voice on the phone.
It struck her like a lightning bolt. This was what she had been
looking for. This was the missing piece to the puzzle.
"Dwain," she said, "I'm really disappointed in you."
"Disappointed? What do you mean?"
"I mean! You're actually contemplating letting her down, by not
showing up, when you know she's probably had her heart set on it for weeks,
now, that's what I mean!"
"Well I couldn't bring her up there with me ... I mean...you know...
I mean with what might be going on and..."
"God, Dwain, sometimes you amaze me! What do you think this is here?
Some kind of twenty-four hour a day orgy, or something?"
"Well, no..."
"Okay, then, just bring her up with you!"
"Okay, I will."
Lori looked at Daryl and smiled.
"Okay, Dwain, we'll be expecting you all."
She looked at Daryl again and nodded. Daryl reached over and
switched off the phone. "What do you have in mind, my little princess?"
"I think I may have found a way to repay you, at least a little bit."
"Repay me for what?"
"Oh for all the ways you've made me feel in the last few days," she
said, as she absent mindedly touched her diamond necklace.
"And what would this payback be?"
"You know how I told you that I didn't know if one woman would be
capable of satisfying all your needs?"
"Yes..."
"And how I would be willing to share you, if someone came along
that we both agreed on?"
"Yes, I do..."
"Well, I think I may have just the girl."
"You mean..."
"Hold on, I have a picture of her in my pocket book." She leapt from
the bed and retrieved the snapshot. "Now promise not to get too excited when
you see this. She's only eighteen years old, but I think she's beautiful." She
handed the photograph to her lover and he held it up to the light to examine
it. "Her name is Lisa. She's Dwain's daughter from his first marriage.
Actually she's my step-daughter too... what do you think?"
"She's lovely." The great black man began to smile. Lori was
relieved. He seemed to like her. "It's hard to tell what kind of figure she
has, under these baggy overalls, but I love her face. It's positively sweet.
Beautiful eyes..."
"They're brown."
"Hmmm, A mother and daughter team -- I like that. One with blue
eyes and one with brown. But are you sure about this? You know I told you
that I would be quite content with just one woman in my life, as long as
that woman were you."
Lori crawled up and cuddled beside him. "I want this for you, my
darling," she purred, and tenderly kissed him on the cheek.
"Well, then, it's decided. It looks like we'll have a new addition
to our little family."
They celebrated, by making love for the rest of the afternoon.
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I noticed a large and very muscular bodybuilder type black male in his
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twice my bulk and much slimmer in the hips and such. I noticed my wife
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Daryl looked with surprised amazement at his companion and then as she
continued to laugh he found himself joining in.
Almost before they had stopped laughing, they were kissing again
and he could feel his precious girl's teeth and smell her intoxicatingly
sweet breath in his nostrils. This time they kissed more passionatly and
it began to get dark in the office as twilight faded into night.
Finally, laying together there in the darkened office, Daryl got
serious. " Look, Lori, I think we had better let your husband know where
his place is. From now on he's not even allowed to touch you. I want you
to continue living with him but not for his sake. I want him to feel the pain
that he's put you through all these years in a very special way."
Daryl spoke softly but firmly now. "Lori, I want you to come up to
my place for the weekend. I want you to see my home and I want to make love
to you."
Lori couldn't believe her ears - a whole weekend of love making? She
trembled in Daryl's arms. The very thought of being alone with him stark
naked, sent a thrill through her. "Please tell me your not kidding, darling",
was all that she could say.
" I want you to tell your husband where you're going, too, but don't
worry, it'll be all right."
Lori kind of wondered about that but Daryl had been right about
everything so far so she said, "alright".
"I want him to masturbate, while you tell him all about us and about
what we're going to be doing together all night and day for the whole weekend.
Will you do this for me ?"
"You know I will, darling." And she added,"Should I use my
imagination?"
Daryl knew that he could have her right there on his office couch
but he wanted to savor her in his bed. "Yes, my love. Use all the imagination
you want. I'll try my best to live up to it this weekend."
"You'd better", she teased.
He teased her back. "Well if you're not satisfied you always have
your husband..."
She turned around and angrily slapped him on his brawny chest with
her little hand. "Now cut that out", she pouted.
"Ok, Ok...just teasing you", he said and tickled her just above her
breast. She was laughing uncontrollably and struggling with all her strength
in her lover's strong arms. All this was fun but it wasn't very long before
they were kissing again -- sweet, passionate kisses -- to celebrate their
new love.
~
Back at her hovel, she decided to wait for just the right moment
to let her husband in on her plans for the weekend. As she lay on the bed
next to him and watched him stroke himself to the images on the television
screen. The girl that looked like her was engaging in a little anal sex
with her boyfriend. The black man was carefully easing his large phalus past
her puckered anal ring and she was groaning with a mixture of desire and just
plain fear.
Lori whispered, "Oh by the way, I'm going to be out of town this
weekend, honey. I brought a new tape home for you to watch while I'm gone.
I think You'll enjoy this one. This girl and her boyfriend are the only
ones in it."
"Where are you going?", he asked, without missing a stroke.
"Okay, here's the deal, sweety. Whatever you do, you are not allowed
to stop masturbating while I tell you this."
He looked at her now, wondering what she could possibly say that
would be so important. She watched him until she was sure that he wasn't
going to stop stroking his little white pecker and then she continued.
"Daryl asked me to come up to his place for the weekend."
Dwain's face went absolutly rigid. Lori noted his reaction and
felt comfortable going on. "And I accepted." Dwain began to slacken the pace
of his strokes and Lori warned him not to stop. He immediately picked up
the speed. "He wants me to tell you this while you're masturbating in front
of me. So here goes."
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she spoke but it wasn't clear
if they were tears of sadness or of joy. "I think I might be falling in love with him, Dwain, and last night I found out that he feels the same way. I could tell by the way that he kissed me."
Her husband felt sick inside but his little penis was getting harder
with every word. "That's why I really need to be alone with him. I need to
get to know him better, Dwain, before I can be sure if he really loves me
the way I think he does."
Dwain labored to get his words out as he stroked even harder. "Are
you going to...sleep with...him?"
Lori replied matter of factly,"that depends on if he asks me".
Visions of what the mysterious black man would look like making love
with his sweet Lori flashed before him. He could see how they would look
as they embraced, as they kissed...as she kissed his large, black...
Lori watched as her husband ejaculated. She smirked as she realized
what he was going to be doing while she was with her black lover for three
full days and nights.
"Try not to beat the poor thing to death while I'm gone", she said
as she got up to get ready for bed. "I imagine Daryl will have more plans
for you and your little friend, when I get back."
~
Less than twenty-four hours later she was at Daryls palatial estate.
They hadn't jumped right into the sack the minute she got there, probably
because they knew that they had the whole weekend to do just that and it
seemed even more exciting to make themselves wait.
Lori was running to the kitchen to get a couple of pops out of the
fridge when she slipped on the lineolum floor and twisted her ankle.
"Owww...", she moaned. She sat on the hard floor and rubbed her foot.
Daryl said, "hey,come on over here and let papa take a look at it.
Come on sweety".
Lori crawled over on her hands and knees and looked up at him with
a cute little-girl pout and said, in a baby talk way, "papa make it all
better?"
"Sure,papa make it just fine". With that, he helped her into his lap
and she raised her knees up so that he could look at her injured foot."Well
before I can do anything, this here socky has gotta come off." Her baby blue
eyes gazed into his with adoration and she didn't move as he slowly peeled
the little white sock down and off. There really didn't seem to be any
visible injury but he pretended like there might be anyway. "Hmmm ",he said,
like an old family doctor,"I think what it needs is just a little medicinal
massage".
"Uhm",she cooed and buried her sweet head in the black man's
massive chest. She looked like a small child in his arms and as he went about
gently massaging her foot, she began to feel like a small child. She liked
that feeling.
As he rubbed around her ankle she could feel the rough texture of
his palm on her smooth skin and almost involuntarily kissed the collar of
his shirt. He ran his finger nail along the bottom of her heel and she
responded by raising her dainty hand to his lips. He raised each toe up in
turn and examined them closely - so perfect,with their little nails so
delicately covered with pink polish. Her fingertips were touching his large
lips now and as he kissed them, she cooed in a soft sweet voice and tears
begin to well up in her deep blue eyes.
"Now what's this?",he spoke in a deep soothing voice - and he touched
her cheek where the tears were beginning to fall down. "I think the doctor
found you just in time", he said.
Daryl and Lori, completely alone now in the huge estate, looked at
each other and seemed to be cherishing the intimacy of the moment.The black
man brought his hand up to the sweet young white girl's face and gently
brushed her eyelids. "I think it's just about your bedtime, young lady".
Lori replied by yawning deeply, not even covering her mouth until the last
moment, then she softly moaned," uhm huh". Daryl savored the exquisite
beauty of his young girl for just a moment and then gracefully rose with her
still cradled in his arms and carried her off to the bedroom.
Daryl laid her down on the bed and turned back the
covers and she quickly crawled in. The sheets were quite cold and she began
to shiver. Daryl began to take his clothes off and place them in a neat pile
on the chair by the little lamp. Lori tried to avert her eyes but for some
reason she couldn't tear them away from her lover as he undressed. She was
going to be sharing his bed for the next three nights, after all.
When he was down to his shorts she tried to say something to cover up
the fact that she was so obviously staring at him. " I kind of wish I'd
brought my heating blanket along." Her voice trailed away to nothing. He had
pulled his boxer shorts down just as she began her sentence and now, by the
dim light of the little lamp, she beheld something that made her breath leave
her.
Nothing in those videos had prepared her for what she now saw.
Daryl's cock...larger and more massive than even the biggest stud in the
interracial films. There was simply nothing to compare it to. It was easily
three times as long and thick as her husband's. But it wasn't just
the size that shocked the sweet young white girl. It was ugly .Frighteningly
ugly.
The large head seemed to give it a life of it's own, curled obscenely
and partially obscured by a thick black foreskin. She was hypnotized.
Mesmerized by it. And as hard as she tried, she couldn't turn her sweet face
away from Daryl's humungous black cock.
"You should see it when it's angry, Lori",he said, releasing her from
her trance. Her face turned crimson. He smiled in sympathy with her
predicament. He didn't mean to embarrass the poor young girl but he was going
to be getting into bed with her and he knew his cock was not something that
a girl in the prime of her life could really ignore -- especially a girl
in Lori's situation.
"I'm sorry", the sweet young girl offered with downcast eyes.
"I just couldn't help...I mean I just wanted to..." The tears began to gather
in her baby blues again and she turned away from him on her side to avoid
having him see her cry. She sobbed quietly and tried to figure out what was
wrong with her and how she could have dared to offend this black god who had
so graciously consented to share his bed with her.
Daryl decided that it was time to break the mood. Climbing under
the sheets he reached over and tickled her just above the waist band of her
gym shorts. The action startled her and she almost fell out of her end of the
bed for laughing. She turned over and tried to fight off the tickling
hand but it was much to powerful. Then she gave that up and stood straight up
and bounced onto his chest. It was like she was trying to ride one of those
mechanical bulls in a country bar.
They wrestled around like that, laughing and giggling until the
tears were completely forgotten. Finally she collapsed in his arms and he
held her like that for what seemed to be an eternity."You're so warm", she
whispered." I don't think I'll need that heating blanket after all".
He put his finger underneath her delicate chin and raised