by Nikita Storm
He worked his big, black cock in and out of my small, delicate pussy. First, he'd pull all the way out and then pound it back in until he bottomed out. He kept this up for several minutes as my body bounced on the bed over and over with each of his forceful thrusts. I wrapped my legs around him and kissed him on the lips, tasting my own mother's milk.
"Please dump your seed in me. I want your baby!" I still couldn't believe I was saying these words, but my hormones seemed to be talking for me. It was a physical, aching need. I just wanted someone's sperm to be pumped into me. I needed it more than I had ever needed anything in my life.
Charles began grunting and his pounding grew even more forceful. I knew my pussy would never be the same. I wondered briefly if my husband would notice, but then I remembered that we hadn't had sex in so long he probably wouldn't be able to tell the difference.
"Spray your hot, dominant cum in my fertile womb!" I cried out as I dug my nails into his back, leaving red marks. He pounded me until I was nearly out of it.
Then he grunted loudly and slammed his monster dick deeper inside me than he'd ever been before and held it there. He pressed his lips to mine savagely and pinned my arms to my side.
I was completely helpless as I felt his cock-head and shaft grow inside my fertile cunt. This was it! He was going to spray his dominant, potent seed into my aching, needy womb and knock a baby up in me.
I held his gaze and nodded as he let loose with his built-up torrent of man-cum. Shot after ropey shot spurted deep inside my cervix, coating every ounce of my lady parts. With this one act, he had claimed me as his. I knew that I would never want my husband again. I wanted my master. I wanted Charles.
His cock must've spurted for several minutes - or at least it felt like that - until it was finally empty and spent; all of his precious seed now safely in my belly. With one final thrust, he pushed up inside my flooded cervix and spurted one last ounce of his liquid gold into me.
Just as I was about to relax, the lights flicked on and the director said, "That's a wrap. Good work, guys!"
"What? What's going on?" I asked, rubbing the light from my eyes.
"You were great, honey," Charles said, smiling as he slid out of me, his cock still impossibly huge.
"What?" My post-coitus brain wouldn't let me think straight. All I wanted to do was roll over and go to sleep.
"You're a star now, cow."
"A star?"
"Yeah, look around you."
That was when I noticed all the cameras planted around the room. "You mean?"
"Yup! Come back tomorrow for another shoot."
As I dressed and left, I smiled as everyone was following me around on all fours and mooing. This was such a silly place, but I think I liked it. Now, what to tell the hubby.
*****
"So, did you get the part?" my husband asked, still reading his damnable newspaper.
"Oh, I got the part all right," I said as I massaged my aching, milky breasts. "But that's not all I got."
"That's good, dear," he mumbled from the living room.
He had no idea how good.
Covet my Neighbor's Wife
Nikita Storm
"Can I borrow a glass of wine?"
My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I answered the door only to see my hot-to-trot 19-year old neighbor lady standing in front of me dressed like a slut. She was wearing a see-thru tank top with no bra underneath, her long blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail and cut-off jeans with more holes in them than the brick of swiss cheese I had in the fridge.
"Please?" she begged, her sexy green eyes pleading with me as she held out her wine glass.
I looked her up and down, "does John know you're here?"
She bit her lip and shook her head, "no..."
I sighed as my big black cock sprung to life in my shorts. "All right. Red or white?"
"Red," she said, her eyes ravishing my buff black body. I knew that look; I'd seen it on a million faces. Don't get me wrong, Jen was a hot number. She was every man's wet dream: tall, lanky, big breasts and a face as sweet as sugar. She was also married to my best friend. That was a line I didn't particularly want to cross.
"Stay here, I'll get it," I said, taking the glass from her. When I came back from the kitchen, I saw that she hadn't listened to a word I said. I set the glass down on the coffee table in front of the sofa and sat next to her. I'd gotten myself a nip of brandy while I was there.
"You know you shouldn't be here," I cautioned as I studied her legs. She was lightly tanned and very toned. My eyes wandered up her body, stopping at her large breasts. I noticed a small drop of wetness forming on the outside of her shirt, causing it to cling transparently to her nipple. God, she was lactating. Then I remembered that she'd just weaned a baby. Makes sense that she was still dribbling.
"Ahem," I heard her clear her throat and when I looked up, I noticed her smiling as she held my gaze. Caught! It was going to be hard to feign non-interest now.
"Perhaps you better get going," I grabbed the wine glass and handed it to her. However, the hand-off was a bit wobbly and she didn't get a good grip on the glass, spilling it all over her shirt and pants.
"Oh no!" she cried, her eyes going wide. "These are my good clothes! I've got to get them in the wash quick."
I raced over to the door, thinking that she was going to run home and do her laundry there. Nope, I turned around to find her undressing right in my front living room. And I was standing at the door, holding it wide open for her. If her husband had walked by at that moment...
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked incredulously, swiftly closing the door.
"Where's your washer?" she asked, looking up at me with hopeful eyes. I couldn't be sure, but I thought I saw a glimmer of mirth in them.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Was she really trying to pull this trick with me? I was about to tell her to get out and go home, but at that moment her large, engorged breasts began to leak. I watched her milk-filled breasts with fascination as a fine stream sprayed out of the nipple onto the floor. I wasn't even mad.
"Ahem!" she waved her hands in front of my face, trying to get my attention away from her boobs. "Marcus? Are you sure everything's okay? You look distracted." She smiled, knowing exactly what I had been staring at.
Fuck! I'd been caught. "Uh," I stammered, knowing that she held the upper hand at that point. "All right, fine. The washroom's down the hallway to the right."
She winked and smiled at me as she turned on her heel and headed in the direction I had indicated. I watched her tall, lithe form strut from view as her bare ass jiggled as she walked.
When she was out of view, I sighed deeply and took a jig of gin to calm my nerves. You're losing it, boy! I chastised myself as I paced back and forth. Was this hot filly really worth losing your life-long friendship with John? After all, you've only known her for a couple years.
At that moment, Jenny popped back into the room, scaring me out of my reverie. Her demeanor was completely different. She was bouncy, happy and full of vigor. This only made the situation worse.
"What?" she said pushing her breasts up with her hands as milk sprayed all over. "Don't tell me you've never seen a milking mother before."
Her eyes danced mischievously as she was obviously delighted with the attention I was paying to her motherly breasts.
I shook my head, "actually, I haven't. At least not since I was a baby," I said with a wan smile.
She giggled, her breasts swaying as she did. Milk began to leak faster as it sprayed everywhere. "Uh, I kinda need to relieve these..." she said, pointing seductively to her breasts.
"Oh," I tore my gaze away from her gorgeous, milk-filled breasts, "the bathroom's this way." I led her to the bathroom and stood outside the door stupidly as she closed it and began expressing herself.
I imagined her silky, creamy milk squirting furiously from her nips. My cock twitched in my jeans as I imagined myself licking and sucking her motherly breasts, drinki
ng the delightful boob juice straight from the source. My hand snaked down my pants as I began fondling myself to the thought.
Suddenly the door opened and she flashed me a wicked smile.
"Well, don't just stand there with your hands in your pants, come help a lady out."
I could not have resisted even if her husband had walked through the door at that moment.
"Here," she instructed, pressing my hand to her needy, aching breast, "squeeze gently until the milk begins to flow." She leaned back her head and moaned as my wicked, black hands touched her soft, white, pillowy breasts. "Ever since the baby was weaned, I kept my milk flowing, but sometimes it becomes too much to bear."
To my surprise, she began fingering herself as my hand kneaded her engorged breast. I couldn't believe I was doing this! If her husband found out! I watched, fascinated, as the off-white milk swirled in the drain and disappeared. I was very much turned on by this and knew I wanted more.
"Why don't you taste it. You seem to be so fascinated by it," she suggested, bringing up one of her teats to my mouth.
I made a face and she laughed. "It doesn't taste that bad. See?" She aimed one of her nipples to her face and squirted a practiced shot into her mouth. "Now you try."
I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, not knowing what to expect. What I got was something far more delicious than I could've ever dreamed of. Suddenly, I was like a dying, thirsty man who needed to drink as much as he could.
"Whoa," she said laughing. "The other one need your attention, too." She turned and brought her other breast to my lips and I greedily latched on to her engorged nips.
My cock was straining against the fabric of my shorts and when she slipped her hand inside, I almost squirted all over.
"Jesus," I said, milk spilling from my mouth. "Your hand feels good."
She smiled and pulled off my shorts as I continued to suckle on her breasts, going back and forth between the two.
"Wow, I guess what they say about black guys is true," she said, stroking me until I was nearly about to cum, and then stopped suddenly. She pinched the base of my cock until the urge to squirt passed, then she began gently caressing my nuts.
I put my arms around her chest and pulled her breasts to me as I sniffed and sucked them. Caressing her tender, creamy, milk-filled breasts caused her to moan and buck her hips.
"What would your husband say if he could see you now?" I asked between mouthfuls.
She pulled away from me then and headed toward the living room.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my cock wagging furiously, like a happy dog as I followed her.
"You ask a good question," she said as she reached for her cell phone. "I wonder what he would say."
My heart lurched and my cock shriveled as I realized that she was actually calling her husband. What was she going to say to him? Oh God, I knew this girl was trouble!
"Hey honey," she said with a sweet smile on her face as she rubbed her pussy with her finger and smeared all over my lips. "I'm over at Marcus's, and I have a surprise for you. Drop what you're doing and get here as quick as you can.
My mouth fell open in shock as I heard her say those words. However, the smell of her sweet, sweet nectar filled my lungs and I could no longer think straight. My mind oscillated from 'what was she doing' to 'oh my God!' every second or so. She even reached down - while still on the phone to her husband - and squeezed my dick for emphasis.
Finally, she clicked off the phone and turned to me with a grin on her face. "There. I guess we'll find out in a few minutes."
I balled my fists and breathed deeply, trying to think my way out of this. "What in the fuck are you doing? He'll kick both our asses."
"Trust me on this, will you?" She smiled as she ran her hands all along my black muscular chest and arms. "You've got a nice body, you know that?" She licked her lips and a hungry look flashed in her eyes.
"Yeah, that may be the case, but how do you expect --"
My words were suddenly cut off as she suddenly fell to her knees and thrust my throbbing cock into her scalding, wet mouth.
"You were saying?" she gazed up at me and smiled devilishly
I was speechless as this forbidden Goddess descended upon my tool. I involuntarily thrust my hips forward, trying to get her to take it farther, but she pulled back as a long string of spit clung to her lips. It was absolutely incredible seeing her small, white mouth impaled on my massive black cock.
"You're going to be the death of me," I whispered as I leaned back and enjoyed her ministrations. She sucked and licked my cock and balls until I felt like I was going to explode. Then, she'd expertly pull back and wait until the urgency had passed before doing it again. The third time I was just about to shoot my hot load down the back of her throat when I heard a knock at the door. I froze.
Before I could say anything or move, she invited him in. I tried to push her off, but she warned me against that action by lightly grazing her teeth against my sensitive cock. I got the message.
I watched in horror as the door swung open. I saw several emotions flit across John's face as he took in the scene before him: his beautiful wife sucking his best friend's big, black cock. Oh God, I could imagine the torture going through him. I fully, truly expected him to cross the room and beat the shit out of me. Instead, he looked at his naked wife who had impaled her lips on my black cock.
"Is this the surprise you wanted to show me?" he asked. I could see a huge vein bulge in his forehead as he barely restrained his rage.
"Yes!" she said, allowing my meat to slip from her lips. She turned to face him, though she continued to stroke my cock with her hand. "I think it's time we had a talk, John."
He stepped inside and closed the door. "If this is your idea of a joke, I'm not amused."
"Oh, this is no joke," she said, her voice suddenly turning as cold as ice.
I felt like a complete outsider caught in a marital spat as I just stood there watching them go at it while my friend's naked wife jerked me off. I found it a tad comical as her breasts began squirting milk at that moment.
"Care to explain?" he said, daggers shooting from his eyes.
"What's there to explain?" she hissed.
"What do you mean?" he asked, obviously perplexed.
She shrugged and gestured to me. "You see, John, I want another baby."
Both John and I raised our brows in unison.
"And I've been taking hormone supplements."
"What does this have to do with Marcus? Why didn't you come to me?" he moved closer to her but she put up her hand.
"Because..." time seemed to slow down as she uttered the next words, "I don't want to have your baby."
"Then whose?" he seemed to figure that out just as he asked it and he turned to me with full-on anger in his eyes. "Marcus, how could you?"
He started to lunge toward me, but she stopped him with a sharp rebuke. "That's why I seduced him."
"He's already impregnated you!" He slapped his fist into his palm, the vein in his forehead suddenly accompanied by a couple of veins in his neck. I knew I was a goner.
"No, not yet. But he will," she said smugly, continuing to stroke my cock without missing a beat throughout the whole conversation. It was probably the only reason I hadn't ran out of the room screaming.
"I will?" I said incredulously.
"Yes, now stay out of this," she commanded and squeezed my cock hard.
"And you're going to watch!" she pointed to her husband.
Blood rushed to my cock as I thought about what she was proposing that I do. Did she actually want me to knock her up in front of her husband? What kind of game was this? I looked toward Jen and back to John, trying to see if they weren't putting me on. By the expressions of their faces, it seemed as though neither of them were.
John said nothing for several moments before finally speaking up. "You really expect me to watch you get pregnant with another man?"
"Yes," she nodded. "Yes, I do."
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sp; "Give me one good reason I shouldn't turn around and walk out right now," he sneered.
Her response chilled me to the bone.
"Child support."
"You wouldn't!" he said, but like an old, worthless balloon, the air had been deflated from him. He slumped his shoulders as she told him to get some lube and find a comfortable spot to watch.
"You know this has always been your fantasy," she said as she knelt down and took my half-hard member back into her mouth.
"Yeah, but...him? He's black!" he said as he shucked off his shorts and lubed up his cock.
"Yeah, him. I've had a crush on him since he was the best man at our wedding."
"You have?" I asked, my eyes bugging out. I couldn't believe that I was in the middle of this conversation. I felt like we were guests on the Maury Povich show.
"Why didn't you say something?" John asked, his dick already hard in his hand.
"Because I hadn't figured how to get into his pants yet. Besides, I wanted it to be a surprise."
"Well, I'm surprised," I said.
"No one asked you," she said as she laid back on the couch and spread her legs. "Lick me out good," she demanded.
For some strange reason, I felt like a pawn in their evil game. Looking at my best friend's wife sitting spread-eagle on the couch, milk leaking from her supple breasts and knowing that he was watching, made me push past all that.
If she wanted me to take her in front of her husband, who was I to argue? I just hoped that our relationship wouldn't be damaged by all of this, but that would be naive to think it wouldn't.
Putting the creepiness of her husband watching me out of my mind, I moved the coffee table aside and knelt down in front of her creamy, luscious legs. I admired them with my eyes and hands as I felt up and down her thighs.
"See, he likes my legs!" she taunted as I heard furious fapping coming from his direction.
I stroked my hands over her legs and felt my hard-on grow. Leaning closer to her hot-box, I smelled her delectable aroma. Realizing that she was ovulating made it that much naughtier.
