by Cooper, Tori
Jack’s eyes were as big as saucers. Ashley never ever offered to suck on his penis and always accused him of being disrespectful when he asked.
She grabbed with noticeable enthusiasm the waistband of this stud’s shorts and pulled them down his long, muscular legs. Then she edged in closer between his legs, her bare elegant back looked like a white swan framed against dark granite rock. Her fingers gently coursed over the formidable shaft stretching his white boxer shorts. She murmured in approval and drew her tongue across her lips in anticipation. Her eyes blazed with excitement as she pulled those boxers down.
Out flopped an enormous cock, so surprising and beautiful, it made both Ashley and Jack gasp at the same exact time. Tentative at first, Ashley placed her dainty fingers upon it, unable to fully encircle it, hefting it up and cooing in admiration.
“I knew you’d be huge from the first moment I laid eyes on you,” she said with a husky voice.
“And I knew you’d be sucking my dick from the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
“God, you are such an arrogant bastard. I’m so glad you’re not my boyfriend,” she scowled and with that, Jack watched in utter befuddlement, as his sweet little Ashley proceeded to give this man the hottest, slowest, most delectable blowjob he had ever seen.
She had never put her mouth on Jack’s penis yet now her tongue wetly encircled this man’s obscenely large cock head. Then she drew her tongue all the way down to his base and up again. She looked into his eyes as she did it, like she wanted to watch him crack from the pleasure, to wipe that arrogant smirk off his face.
But he just looked down at her with a knowing smile.
She closed her eyes and gave in to the joy of it. Her blond hair bobbing up and down, falling around his cock, as she explored every inch with her tongue until the entire thing glistened and dribbled with her salvia.
He ran his long fingers into her blond hair and pulled the locks away, so that he could better admire her pretty white face on his coal black cock.
Then she parted her lips and much to Jack’s utter amazement, ambitiously slid that monster cock down her throat. She made it a third of the way down before stopping and coming back up for air, a considerable length for a novice like her. She didn’t waste a breath before going back down, swallowing him in earnest.
Dante grunted in appreciation and his grunts seemed to give her confidence, making her whole naked upper body undulate with the movements of her head and mouth. One of her hands slid slowly up and down his shaft as her slobber dribbled down to his balls. Her other hand was between her legs, massaging her clit. She made a muffled whimpering sound and her body shivered in another uncontrollable orgasm.
When she came up for air again, Dante spoke.
“Where’d you learn to give head, girl?”
“From watching movies. My boyfriend likes interracial porn. He’d faint if he saw me like this. I guess he got me thinking about it.”
“Shhh,” Dante silenced her. “So you’ve never done this before?”
She shook her head, meekly. “If you don’t like it, then teach me how to please you.”
“I like it but ya need to take the whole shaft for me to love it.”
“What?” She gasped, “The whole thing? I couldn’t possibly, it’s so…”
“Shhh,” he put his finger over her lips and she quieted down but her blue eyes still blinked up at him anxiously.
“Do you trust me?” He asked.
After a moment, she bit her lip and nodded.
“Good,” he said as he took a firmer grip of the ponytail he had made of her blond hair in his ham-sized fist. “Now hold both of your hands behind your back. Can you do that for me, Ashley?”
Uncertainly, she clasped both her hands behind her back, looked back up at him and nodded. He winked at her in encouragement then pulled her hair so that she let out a little gasp of pain. Her mouth open, he pushed her head down onto his dick, the obscene purple head passing between her dainty lips.
She made a muffled protest as he continued to push her down. Her blue eyes looking up at him, fearful yet also adoring.
When she gagged, he kept her there. Her whole body instinctively resisted, trying to pull back up for air but his powerful arm held her like a vice, pushing her further down, past the halfway point.
It didn’t seem possible for her to take more and Jack’s heart spiked in panic as he realized his sweet Ashley was choking. Dark mascara tinged tears rolled down her cheeks. Between the gags she was squealing, or trying her best to make some noise with his cock three quarters of the way down her throat. Her hands still dutifully clasped behind her back.
Jack dropped to his knees and groped around for his cell phone again, this time he’d really call the police. This man didn’t care about her. Clearly, this maniac was in homicidal pursuit of his own pleasure. But all Jack came up with was a pair of her panties which he clinged to, for some reason, as if the pink, frilly fabric with poke-a-dots could keep them safe.
With only a second of oxygen in her lungs to spare, he yanked her head off his cock and she coughed and spluttered, a gob of salvia and pre-cum dribbling off her bottom lip and landing on her breasts. Then in the same moment that it would take a dolphin to jump up over the sea and splash back into the water, his dear Ashley dove back down again onto that cock, taking it back to the halfway point enthusiastically.
Dante faced fucked her in earnest then. Pulling her head by the hair, up and down. It seemed viscous to Jack but her protests turned to moans and her hands, he noted sadly, her elegant hands remained ever so obediently clasped behind her back.
The stud came loudly while she squealed in surprise and gratification. His cum poured out of her mouth, even with her lips wrapped around the base of his dick, her nose nestled in his coarse pubic hair.
When he was done, he pulled her off and tossed her aside, falling backwards onto the bed. Ashley fell back too, languidly onto the carpet at his feet. She licked her lips. She wiped the cum off her chin and fed it back into her mouth.
“Mmm,” she said with a low laugh, eye level with his now slightly subsiding erection, “I wish I didn’t have to go pick up Jack from the airport.”
“You don’t.”
“Yes I do. I need to clean myself up and go or I’ll be late.”
“What you have to do is get on your back and spread your legs in the air.”
Ashley let out a surprising laugh at that. “Even if you did have the energy to go another round, I can’t leave him waiting for me at the airport!”
Dante propped himself up on his elbows and looked across the bed at her, very serious.
“I do have the energy. Isn’t your boyfriend old enough to find his own way here?”
“You want me to stand him up just so you can fuck me.”
“Yeah.”
“That is so mean and selfish.”
Dante sat up, took Ashley by the hand and pulled her up onto him. She willingly followed, settling into his lap. He hooked his thumb around the flimsy band of her thong.
“With LA rush hour traffic, we’ll have a good two hours to ourselves.” He said as he easily lifted her off his lap and onto the bed, moving his body over hers. She was under him now, admiring his towering torso as he loomed over her.
“You’re so bad. I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation.”
“You’re not having this conversation because I’m done talking.”
He pulled the thong by the band and ripped it apart, chucking the shorn article of clothing over his shoulder where it hit the door of the closet.
“Wait,” she said, breathless. Jack thought she was going to tell him to leave but instead she asked, “Shouldn’t we use a condom?”
“No,” Dante replied as he placed her long legs onto his muscular shoulders.
“But…” her protest trailed off as Dante put the head of his huge cock onto the folds of her tight little pussy, “Promise me you’ll go slow. My boyfriend is nowhere near your
size.”
And then she arched her back underneath his biceps and threw her head back and let out a deeply sexual moan. It was a sound Jack had never heard from her before. He realized, with some sense of awe, that this was her very first orgasmic moan wrought from the sensations of a cock.
Somewhere, inside, Jack felt honored to be able to witness it. He realized that he loved every single side of his sweet Ashley, even the sides of her that she never showed while in his presence. He loved her when she was prim and proper and demure. He also loved her now when she was uninhibited, primal and lustful. She would never behave this way with him when in bed, Jack marveled, as he watched her thrashing her head and clawing at the muscular back of an alpha male.
Jack realized that he would be in this closet for some time. Enough time for him to get comfortable. Jack clumsily reached for the belt on his tuxedo. He didn’t bother to be quiet since Ashley was making a great deal of noise. In no time, his shoes and pants were cast aside and Jack was rubbing her pink panties onto his thin, straining little dick.
“You’re so big!” She cried as the stud’s cock reached the halfway point. Dante smiled down at her white body writhing beneath him, tits bouncing, her hands fluttering about his neck and his chest like a couple of skittish bunny rabbits. Dante settled himself at this stage for a moment, letting her get used to it, until her pelvis instinctively beckoned him in further with extremely sexual undulations.
Dante thrust the rest of his entire cock into her then, in one sudden, aggressive thrust and Ashley’s entire being seemed electrocuted by his manhood. Her legs shot up straight to the ceiling and her nails clawed into his ripped back muscles and she screamed loud enough for dogs across the street to start barking in alarm and for a flock of birds to take flight from nearby trees.
Jack tugged himself and came so hard he slumped over in the closet and passed out.
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Chapter Two: Dante’s Command
When he came to he didn’t know how much time had passed. He was naked from the waist down and he was curled up in a fetal position on the floor of her closet. The light in the room seemed dimmer, as the afternoon had clearly wore on. It was quiet in the room and Jack wondered, with a sense of worry, if he had been unconscious for the entire sexual encounter. Maybe Ashley had left the apartment to pick him up from the airport.
But he soon realized that there was more when he heard the deep and commanding voice of Dante cut through the afternoon quiet.
“Face down, ass up.” The voice commanded.
Jack peeked out through the slats again to see Ashley position herself as commanded. It looked like the coupling lovers were about to start another round and Jack wondered if his Ashley remembered him at all. Her cheeks were ruddy and flushed like she had just run a marathon. Her long blond hair was a tangled mess with strands matted to her brow from sweat.
The two had wound up positioned on the bed so that she faced the closet, holding herself up by her elbows, hands gripping the sheets. Though she was looking right in his direction, Jack could clearly see she had no clue her college sweetheart was there, only a few feet away, touching himself as he watched her every expression closely.
She turned to look back over her tiny shoulder at the broad shouldered black man who was getting behind her. She waved her hips, wagging her big ass sexually at the man. Dante slapped his hand onto her butt cheek with a deafening crack. When she turned back toward the closet, she knitted her brow and whimpered impatiently.
Dante reached forward, grabbed her delicate shoulder, his big meaty fingers curling over her clavicle, encircling her neck. She stared into the closet, almost right at Jack, as she started to hyperventilate, her eyes alighted by a demonic fire, like she had become a woman possessed.
Then Dante thrust into her forcefully and pulled her back onto him. She arched her back again and her tits bounced and she screamed.
“FUCK!”
Jack never heard her swear before. He was astonished.
“FUCK ME! FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG COCK! YOU’RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN MY BOYFRIEND! I LOVE YOUR COCK!”
Dante banged into her with rapid-fire thrusts. Shockwaves rippled up and down her body, shaking her tits violently. The whole bed seemed to move across the floor from the savagery of it. The lovers were in a primal, ancient and vital state of mind. Their movements in complete tune with each other, with her submission to his direction complete. He reached forward and grabbed her arms. She fell forward into the sheets. He pulled her back but the arms, into him, lifting her up and her screams escalated to an even higher level.
This time during the copulation session Jack managed to hold out long enough to witness Dante cumming deep inside his girl, the woman he knew right then and there he had to marry. The bull grunted loudly several times while Ashley tried to squirm away, fight him off and orgasm all at the same time. Huge gobs of cum seemed to splutter out from her pussy, off his immense bull-like balls and drain down into a puddle on the sheets beneath them.
For his part Jack spattered the closet door once again with his own exploding, yet depleting, jism. Again the experience was so very intense that Jack fell over, landing softly on a pile of cloths.
Jack had no idea that his classy little lady wanted to make love this way and he felt a little wounded. She should have told him she wanted it rough. He always treated her like a goddess, with reverence. He put her on a pedestal and treated her with total respect in public and in the private. Jack would have at least tried to provide this for her, though Jack instantly admitted to himself, he never truly could, not with this level of authenticity. This alpha male was bull headed and selfish in a way Jack was not. Dante wasn’t playing a role. He truly was treating Ashley like a whore.
In the bedroom, Dante collapsed atop of Ashley and the two lovers were caressing each other in the shared after-glow of their simultaneous orgasm. Ashley cooed and giggled. She certainly didn’t seem to mind the way Dante had just treated her body as his personal fuck toy, Jack thought. During the interlude of rest, Jack went on to wonder what would happen to his relationship with Ashley. Could they still get married? Were they even dating? Did she even still want to be his girlfriend?
Jack was seized with fear. What if she discovered him in here and got incredibly angry? Or worse, thought he was a weird pervert jerking off into her panties while she got railed on the bed only a few feet away? She might be breaking up with him anyway but if she saw him, it would give her good cause.
“Shit,” she said almost as if she could read her boyfriend’s thoughts, “I guess Jack is going to wonder where the hell I am. His plane landed ten minutes ago.”
Ashley rolled over to her nightstand and picked up her cell phone.
“What are you gonna tell him about us?” Dante said, half yawning. “You’re gonna keep this on the DL, right?”
Ashley shook her head sadly. “I don’t know. This is so… crazy. I can’t process right now. I don’t like to lie but… I don’t think he can handle it. He’ll be devastated.”
“Don’t break up with him, whatever you do. I don’t want you thinking you’re my girlfriend because you’re not.”
Ashley rolled her eyes, “What makes you think I want to be? Hate to say it, but you’re not boyfriend material.”
Dante slapped her naked ass and laughed heartily, “I am very glad we understand each other.”
Ashley turned back to her phone and mused, “He hasn’t called me yet. Usually he calls right when he lands.”
“Maybe his phone is dead.”
“He’ll probably be standing out there waiting for me. He’s so patient. He’ll probably wait awhile. That’s so sad.”
“Well, sad for him but not for us.”
“What do you mean?” She said, dropping her phone back onto the floor as Dante pulled her body back across the bed into his embrace.
“We can safely add an extra hour before he walks through that door.”
Jack glanced down at his own wiener, already raw
from self-abuse and it pained him to see it begin to grow hard again. He had to admit though, Ashley looked lovely in this man’s arms. Seen together these two perfect physiques were erotic napalm. Watching Ashley’s pure pleasure gave Jack a deep sense of shared gratification. He was so deeply connected to this girl and he cared about her so much that he wanted her to have this. Clearly it was part of who she was and he would never stand in her way.
But would his Ashley accept his forgiveness and be able to continue their lives together as if this never happened? Could she even look at him as the man in her life or would she forever perceive him as spineless, weak and in some way, revolting?
Jack started to fret. He needed to get out of this closet without her ever knowing he was in here. If she could keep her affair a secret, then he could feign ignorance and maintain some modicum of dignity in her eyes. They could keep on as always. He could still propose and she might even still say yes.
He snapped out of his fevered reveries when he heard the music. Ashley was sitting up in bed, leaning over Dante to hit play on her sound system and the room filled with the lovely Joni Mitchell. The song was from the mix he had selected for her, Jack realized. A solid hour of songs he had purchased as an expression of his feelings for her. Now she languidly draped her body over the stud’s midsection and began licking off her own juices from his sizeable yet flaccid cock. Mixed into the romantic music were the sounds of Ashley slurping.
Jack knew he should probably put on his pants to make a hasty escape at the first opportunity, perhaps when the two lovers decided to take a shower together but instead he found himself removing his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, disrobing entirely to better vicariously enjoy the next lovemaking session that was about to start. With Ashley already well broken in to the size of him this one promised to be a long one, less urgent and more familiar.
Ashley swallowed his growing manhood voluntarily now, taking him to an impressive depth. She seemed determined to finally swallow him entirely without gagging. It took ten minutes but by the end of it she had managed it. Dante grunted in appreciation and Jack almost felt like applauding, he was so proud.
