"Yes, perfect", Jamal said, and he started instructing us.
"Hold her head a bit more to the side. Now open your mouth more. Perfect." This was the hottest moment of my life, and soon the most intense orgasm of my life washed over me. Michael couldn't hold back anymore either, as I could feel his cock harden and his breathing became heavy. "Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum" I heard him say. I started jacking him off faster, wrapping my lips around the head of his cock.
"Open your mouth!", Jamal demanded. "I want to see his cum fill your mouth and cover your face." I did as instructed, opening my mouth as far as I could. I never considered myself an exhibitionist or submissive, but I loved being told what to do like the sex toy of these men.
"Cum on me baby. Cum on my face! Give me all your cum!" I demanded. "YES HERE IT COMES, FUCK YES" Michael screamed out. His cock erupted, sending hot streams of cum all over my mouth and face, covering me completely.
There was more cum than I had ever seen, he kept shooting rope after rope in my mouth, over my face, my tits. "Yesss, yesss" I moaned like a whore, licking the cum off his dick, rubbing his seed into my skin, unto my breasts, tweaking my nipples. My hands snaked back down between my legs, and I rubbed myself to another orgasm, savoring the feeling of being covered in cum, exposed to a strange man and his camera.
Even though my orgasm rocked my entire body, the fire between my legs had not gone out.
"That was great, I have it all on camera. Now, I have a proposition, if you don't mind me asking", Jamal said to Michael. "Shoot", Michael said. "If you would like, I could get a man to model with your wife. I think the contrast of a blank man's skin with your white wife would be very erotic, no?" Michael looked at me as I was still rubbing myself, basking in the afterglow.
"Would you be okay with that?", he asked me. I looked back up at him. Another man, seeing me completely naked. My body ran hot.
"I am if you are."
Jamal grabbed his phone and called someone. Within a minute, a naked gladiator walked into the room. He was very tall and even more muscled than Jamal. He introduced himself as Marcus. I wondered where he came from so fast, he must have been waiting downstairs! He was completely naked, and I could see his big black dick swinging between his legs.
It was already half-hard, and even then it was the largest prick I had ever seen. I was still sitting on the bed, naked, covered in my husbands cum. Marcus stood next to me, his cock inches from my face.
"Shall I pose like this?", he said with a deep voice. "If you hold my dick it looks even better on camera", he said to me. I looked at my husband, who gave me a nod. I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft. It was so thick, I could barely wrap my hand around it.
"Now open your mouth", Jamal said. "Perfect, just like that." Jamal took several pictures of me, holding this thick black cock inches from my mouth, my face and tits still covered in strands of cum. I must look like a complete whore.
With every picture that Jamal took, I could feel Marcus's cock grow harder and longer in my hand. He also seemed to edge closer and closer to me, his cock coming closer to my lips.
My body was still burning, and involuntary I squeezed his cock. His dick brushed against my bottom lip.
"Don't move, don't move", Jamal demanded. "Just like that. Look at the camera!"
I looked into the camera with Marcus's thick cock resting on my lips. All the men were silent, holding their breath, as Marcus's slowly tested his luck, slowly pushing his cock into my mouth. I could feel his cock slide between my lips.
I could not help myself and sucked deeply on the head of his prick, wrapping my mouth around it tightly. I swirled my tongue around, tasting another men's cock for the first time in years.
I started moving up and down on his thick black shaft, taking more and more of his manmeat into my mouth, down my throat. I felt his strong hand on the back of my head, guiding my head as I sucked his dick.
My eyes were closed, and all I could hear was Marcus's deep breathing and Jamal spouting encouraging words while I heard the clicking of his camera. I pulled his thick cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue down it's entire length.
I planted wet sloppy kisses on his big black balls, sucking on them, running my tongue down his sack, as I grabbed his pole with two hands and jacked him off.
"Goddamn, this is a nasty slut." I heard Marcus say. His words only encouraged me, as I tongued his balls more. I could feel his hands pushing me down unto my back. I let go of his dick and laid down flat. He got between my legs, resting his cock on my inner thigh.
"We can't", I said meekly.
"This is just for the camera", Jamal said.
"We're just going to position him so it looks erotic. Nothing will happen.
"But.. Michael?" I looked at my husband, and I saw he was still naked, his cock now hard again. He was softly stroking it. I saw Jamal had also undone his pants and was rubbing his own thick prick as he gazed at my naked figure. Michael gave me a nod, signaling it as okay. I laid down again. If anything happened, it was on him, I figured.
Marcus resumed his position, holding his cock with one hand, now mere inches away from my flush pussy. Jamal got up close, taking close-up pictures of my exposed labia together with Marcus's thick black rod. Same as before, he got closer and closer, until the head of his cock was resting on my labia.
I gave a slight moan, as he started rubbing the head of his cock up and down my slit. I again tried to protest, as my pussy was so wet he could slide in at any moment, but before I could say anything, Marcus placed one finger on my lips. At that same moment, it happened. I felt the head of his cock slide into my pussy, stretching it out. All I could do was throw my head back and moan.
"Ohh my god", I said. Marcus remained silent as he slowly slid his thick dick into me, one inch at a time. Jamal kept taking pictures, and Marcus kept a professional demeanor, like he was still modeling, and did not have his thick black cock inside of me! After fully inserting himself into me, he withdrew, again very slowly, until he was almost out. Then he slid into me again, this time faster, and faster, building up a rhythm.
"Oh fuck", I moaned. "You're so fucking big! shit!"
"How is she?", Jamal asked. "Tight", Marcus replied. "I don't think she ever took a black dick before. I have to stretch this pussy out before we can really pound it." "Oh god", I said. I loved how they talked about me like a plaything. Marcus kept pounding into me, harder and harder, until I was screaming out. I looked up to see Jamal standing over me, his cock hanging above my head.
I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his throbbing member. His hands grabbed my hair as he trusted his cock into my mouth. I had never been so full: I was being fucked by black studs on both ends! I could barely wrap my head around it. This morning I woke up, a proper wife on my honeymoon, and now, only a few short hours later I was being fucked in my pussy and my mouth by two studs!
I opened my eyes and looked for my husband. I saw he now had a camera in his hand, taking pictures of his wife getting gangfucked. When he saw me looking, he gave me a thumbs up and blew me a kiss. Was this all part of his plan, I wondered. Did he look up Jamal beforehand? Was this all a plan to get me blacked? Was that the reason we went to Jamaica in the first place?
These thoughts quickly drifted from my mind as Marcus and Jamal fucked me for all I was worth. Every moan of them made me hotter, as I could every thick inch of their massive cocks driving into me.
"Do you like that cock?", Marcus grunted.
"I love it..!" I heard myself moan. There was something so primal, so natural about how the two men were fucking me. I was born for this, I was made for this. I was a white slut, begging for them to fill me with their hot cum. "It's so fucking good!" I moaned like a slut. "Cum in me!"
"Beg for it, slut!" Marcus demanded. "Beg for my dick!"
"Oh shit! Ohh.. pl-please.. please give me your cum Marcus! OH FUCK! Yes, fuck me! You're fucking me so good baby!" I cried. My body was on fire with lust. I closed my eyes, baski
ng in the moment. I had never been fucked like this before.
"I love fucking white married women", I heard Jamal say. "Yeah, this bitch loves my cock", Marcus growled. I could only moan in pleasure.
"Have you ever been fucked like this?", he demanded from me. "Ohh.. no.. this is so.. this is the first time.. FUCK.. the first I've been fucked so hard", I admitted. I hoped my husband wouldn't mind, but I was not able to control myself anymore. "I fucking l-LOVE your cock! I LOVE IT! Please fuck me!"
"Are you going to come back tomorrow, you little whore?"
I nodded vigorously. I was so close to cumming, I agreed to everything they said.
"Tomorrow, come back with just a dress, no panties, I'll have eight hard cocks ready to fuck you! How does that sound?!" Marcus grunted through his teeth as all ten inches of his monster cock trusted into my wet pussy.
"YES! OH fuck yes, YES baby I'll come by, just don't stop fucking me! I never want you to stop! Fuck me.. again and again!! Ohhhhhh I'm coming..! Yes I'm your little white whore, I'll fuck you whenever you want to, just keep FUCKING ME! OHHHHHHH FUCKKK"
Spurred on by the filth coming from my own mouth, the most intense orgasm of my life exploded inside of me. My entire body trembled as my pussy, and my entire body, soaked in pleasure. As I was cumming, the two men kept pounding their hot cocks inside of me, not relenting their hold on me. I could see Marcus's face had an intense look of determination, focused on giving me the best fuck of my life.
"I'm cumming inside of you!" He grunted.
Another orgasm rocked me. Another man, a tall, dark stud was going to unleash his seed inside of me, my wedding ceremony fresh in my mind. And my husband was watching, and taking pictures! That thought alone sent another jolt of electricity straight to my clit. As my orgasm was peaking, I felt Marcus unleash torrents and torrents of cum inside of my pussy. Thick, hot cum coated me, shooting deep inside of me, with every thrust, again and again.
Spurred on by his mate, I felt Jamal's cock harden as well. He was stroking his big black wonderful cock in front of my face, sometimes taking it out of my mouth so I could react to Marcus, but most of the time it was firmly down my throat.
"Here it comes baby, the moneyshot!", he grunted. I opened my eyes and I saw globs of hot white cum spewing from his hard cock, unto my face, my mouth, and my tits. "Yeah, cover that slut!", Marcus said. I opened my mouth like a wanton whore, sucking on the head of his dick, coaxing the cum out of his balls. He kept coming and coming, covering my cheeks, my chin, strings of his load hanging down my face, dripping unto my tits. I was completely covered in pearly white cum.
"Holy shit", was all I could muster.
"You got that right!", Michael said. I looked up to find him standing in front me, his hard cock pointing at my face. It only took a few tugs before he exploded as well, adding another layer of cum unto my painted face. He must have been edging for a while.
When I rubbed the cum out of my eyes, I saw Jamal's slapping Michael on the back, as the two black men shook my husbands hand.
"Thanks for the opportunity, she is one great fuck!", Marcus said.
"No, thank you, this was perfect. Better than I had hoped", I heard my husband say.
"I'll start developing the pictures later this afternoon, and then I'll shoot 'em over as soon as possible", Jamal told my husband.
"Don't worry about it", he responded. "We are in no hurry. We're staying here for another two weeks, so we might even be over again."
As it slowly dawned on me I had been set up, Marcus handed me a towel and led me over to the bathroom to get cleaned up. I thanked him, and he gave my hand a kiss. "It is you I must thanks. If you want to see me again, your husband has my digits. Either way, enjoy your holiday" he said with a cheeky smile before he walked out, closing the door behind him.
I got under the walk-in shower, relaxing in the hot water. I still hadn't properly processed what had just expired. I rinsed myself of all the jizz, though I felt my pussy had taken such a pounding it would need a lot of rest to fully recover. I heard the bathroom door open, and my husband snuck into the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes and slipped into the shower with me.
I attacked him, flinging my arms around his neck and giving him a deep tongue-kiss. "What was that all about?", I asked as I bit his neck. "Are you pimping out your wife already?", I said teasingly.
"That's not a bad idea", he teased me back. "No, in fact, I paid them for the afternoon!" As we showered together, he told me the whole story. He admitted he always fantasized about seeing me with a black man, and he knew that I was intrigued as well. I had never straight up told him, but as my husband, he had picked it up. He did not have anything planned until he met Jamal yesterday at the bar, while I was still unpacking. Jamal had seen us arrive, and he struck up a conversation with Michael, commenting on how beautiful I was, before letting him knew he was a professional photographer.
Michael was interested, and Jamal took him back to his studio to show him some of his work. Apparently I was not the first white wife to get fucked in Jamal's studio! Together the two came up with this plan to seduce me. Michael made a point to assure me he had not promised Jamal sex, only that he was allowed to seduce me, and that Michael would not interfere. They agreed to meet up at the beach this morning, and the rest was history.
I kissed my husband again, and we hugged for a while under the shower. "You're crazy", I told him. "What husband does this?" "Did you mind?", he countered. "From the looks of it you were enjoying yourself quite a bit."
"Well.. yeah", I admitted. "It was so intense."
"That's all I ever wanted for us. I love you, and I don't see why sex should only be limited to each other, if there is so much more of life to explore."
"Are you sure?", I asked. "I mean, I'm not gung ho on you sleeping with some one else, no offense, but I am definitely not cool with that, sorry."
"Don't apologize, I never asked you to be. All I'm saying is, I'm open-minded, and I loved this experience with you. Now let's just enjoy the rest of our vacation, and whatever happens, happens."
I agreed, and we sealed the deal with a kiss.
We got dressed, said our goodbye's to Jamal, who thanked us again and invited us back any time, and we made the trek back to our resort. The sun had started setting already, as the day had passed by, in an instant almost. As we overlooked the red sun setting into the bay, I wondered what else this vacation would have in store for us..
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Aliens Need Milk Too (Lactation Erotica)
Faye Parker
“That’s her,” Alinox said.
She was gorgeous. Curvy, with flowing, shimmering hair, she looked innocent curled up on the bed, but what she wore, a long V-neck that revealed ample cleavage, proved she had a seductiveness to her. Ryvan couldn’t believe his good luck at this assignment. Alinox, his overseer, led them closer to the foot of her bed for a better look. She couldn’t sense them at all. They were safe. They were in another dimension, where the Xore people lived, but could slip into the human’s world whenever they wanted to, becoming more than observers. Doing so would reveal themselves, and be a major violation of the code. There were rules, and being found was not part of their work.
“What did I tell you? I told you I wouldn’t do you wrong.”
Ryvan nodded in approval, letting a smile slip. “I’ve got to hand it to you
. This girl is beautiful. What’s her name?”
“Jane. Be careful though, she might be trouble.”
As soon as Alinox said this, someone called out to Jane from downstairs. They followed close as she traveled down the steps to the living room. As they went, Ryvan could smell her sweet vanilla perfume trailing behind her. He inhaled deeply as he watched her stride, such an elegant and beautiful creature this was.
Her parents, suitcases in each arm, waited at the door. They looked stuffy, but grinned ear to ear at seeing their daughter approach.
“We’re leaving. We wanted to say goodbye and let you know that all the instructions for the house have been left.”
“I know. How long have I lived here?”
“We wanted to make sure you could handle it,” her mother said.
“She can handle it,” her father replied.
“I hope you guys have a great trip,” she said, giving them a hug.
Then she peered up at them, pausing, and they paused too, waiting for the question. It was a charged moment. Ryvan got the idea that they already had the conversation she was about to bring up.
“Are you leaving me the keys?”
“No,” her father said, turning away. “We went over this.”
“We went over how it’s silly to refuse me the car just because you don’t want me to go to college. Think about it, you’re refusing me an education. How evil does that sound?”
Her mother rolled her eyes. “It’s not evil.”
“If you need to, you can get a ride there. You can’t drive our car though.”
“I’ve driven it plenty of times before. You let me drive it everywhere. Now all of a sudden when I need to take it to go to the college registrar, it’s such a big deal?”
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