Black Curiosity - Censored!

by Melissa Dubban

  The lamp in the corner was light a spot light on the bed, illuminating every sensual touch and move while the remainder of the room could barely be seen in the darkness. Who knew who else was watching them? Who cared? Everyone at this party knew exactly what was going on and no doubt cherished their privacy in their own strange way.

  Carol was now sixty-nining with Reggie, squirming on his talented tongue while she tugged on his black snake of a dick and feeling it grow in her hands. It was long and beautiful and she devoured it, reveling in being a black cock slut. She was even happier when the door opened and saw the next man walk in.

  Already nude, the dirty housewife knew he was black and well hung but that was about it. The way the light shone she could barely make out his face but it really didn’t matter. Crystal was behind him, walking the black man in personally and tugging on his dick as she did.

  “I brought you a present, Carol,” Crystal soothed.

  Was that a camera in Crystal’s hand? Did it matter? There was no turning back now as Carol curled her finger to summon the new stranger, smiling hungrily as she did.

  *******

  Alice was nervous as she stared into the shadows at the masked stranger in the corner. The Mardi Gras mask was bizarre looking with a set of feathers that popped up and over the man’s head. A ball gag was tightly wedged into his mouth and it looked like the elastic straps were pressing deeply into the corners of his lips. He wore a white T-shirt that said “DON’T BOTHER MY DICK IS TINY” and had a picture of a girl holding her fingers closely together. He was naked from his hips to his ankles where his pants had been pulled down in a disheveled heap around his shoes. The leather straps were tightly wrapped around his wrists, waist, and legs, pinning him solidly to the thick wooden chair. His penis was short and flaccid – about as short as her ex-husband had been – and thin as well. The stranger’s pubic hair had been shaved and Alice couldn’t help but contrast his pathetic pasty white body to her black lover’s. There was a time when she would have known nothing else, but now… Oh now there was someone to compare to.

  Maurice was behind her, slowly pumping his super-human cock into her soaked pussy. He was taking his time tonight, stretching her experience out like his black dick was stretching her wet hole. For twenty minutes they had been having sex missionary style and Alice’s entire visual acuity was taken up by her black stud’s broad chest and beautiful face. His plump lips had sucked on her ample breasts and caressed her neck while his big dark hands touched every curve and corner of her body.

  She knew somebody was in the room with her when they began having sex but nervousness prevented Alice from looking. Like the party she had attended before, the rooms were left open for you to observe and be observed. This one, however, had been reserved just for her. Crystal made sure that she and Maurice had a place to enjoy themselves. But what she was not expecting was somebody tied up, ready to observe them the entire time.

  Maurice had to talk her down, convince her it was okay. He told her to focus on him only and to ignore the stranger who shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. Crystal had whispered something in the white man’s ear and then left the room after he settled down. Now all that was left of his disturbing presence was a stillness as his little cock grew to its undeniably short maximum. Alice simply stared up at her dark skinned lover and brought all of her thoughts onto him. Soon enough she was feeling the familiar pleasure of his touch and the rigid hardening of his tool against her mound. The stranger had faded in her mind just as his presence in the room was obscured by shadow. That was until Maurice began dirty talking to her.

  “You think you’ll ever want anyone but a black man from now on?” he asked her.

  “No… Never…” she responded honestly.

  “I didn’t think so, Alice. White boys can’t compare, can they?”

  “No…” her response got softer.

  “You think that little-dicked white boy could ever satisfy a woman?”

  She smiled embarrassingly and let out a little chuckle, “Shhh, you’re going to hurt his feelings.”

  “Come on,” Maurice whispered, “This is what he wants to hear. Otherwise he wouldn’t be in this room. Give him what he wants, Alice. Say the things we talked about before. Tell him what you already know.”

  “Are you sure?” she whispered back, getting butterflies from the whole experience. Maurice nodded and stepped up his pace as they fucked missionary. She moaned louder. “Ooh, fuck me with your big black cock…”

  “Yeah, you like that big dick, huh, bitch?”

  “You know I do. I don’t ever want to fuck a white man again… A black man feels better, he lasts longer, he does things to my body I can never get from a white man.” She was on the spot and realized her response wasn’t the best, but Alice was trying and Maurice rewarded her by pounding her even harder. Her orgasm was coming soon, she could feel it. Her G-spot was fully charged and ready, her legs were quivering in anticipation. It was truly an amazing thing how Maurice could do it to her every time.

  “More! Do me harder, Maurice! You’ve made me a black cock whore!”

  “Ooh, that’s it, bitch. Take my black dick. Take it! Scream out how much you love it when you cum-”

  “OH I LOVE BLACK COCK!” the redheaded mother of two yelled loudly. “I LOVE BLACK COCK! CUMMING! CUMMING, MAURICE!!!” It was upon her suddenly and she let it all out.

  When the redhead finally switched to her hands and knees she could see the white man was fully enjoying the sights and sounds of their session. I am too, Alice had to admit. For so many years she had been starved of real passion by her ex-husband John, and now here was a man just as white, just as small as he was. Alice knew the man wasn’t John but she wanted him to be. She wanted to punish him, humiliate him, crush him knowing that a big Negro was pleasing her in ways he never would.

  “Look at that, Alice,” Maurice instructed. “Look at that white boy and tell him what he’s good for.”

  The middle-aged woman felt more alive and more energy than ever before. Adrenaline primed her body as she took on the persona of the fantasy she and Maurice had played out so many times. “I can’t imagine he’d be worth much of anything,” she groaned. “I can barely see something between his legs. It looks like a little boy cock to me! Ooooh, fuck me, Maurice. Fuck me and show this bad boy how a real man does it.”

  Alice felt her Nubian lover increase his pace and turned her attention back to the unidentified cuckold, “You see that, you dirty boy? You’re lucky I let you stay in the same room with a real man. Look at your tiny little penis. Now look at my lover’s big, black cock. It feels sooo good inside of me. Every white woman wants what I have, and any white woman would laugh at your pitiful excuse of a dick… OH!”

  Alice had her rant interrupted by another orgasm coursing through her body. The cuck’s dick was rock hard and she smiled at how her vulgar talk had actually excited the stranger. She watched as he struggled to just barely touch his thin shaft with the tip of one of his fingers; it was decadent knowing he was being denied pleasure while she enjoyed so much of it.

  Maurice took a moment to glance at the camera in the room before switching positions. Part of him felt guilty for what he and Crystal were doing to these people and it took him a moment to remember what his friend had gone through and the loss she had experienced. Did the ends justify the means? Maurice was an educated man and that pang of moral doubt vanished as Alice straddled his body and rode him hard. He wondered how she would feel if the cuckold’s mask were taken off and even considered suggesting it just out of curiosity, but Crystal had insisted that the mask remain in place. Keeping the cuckold ‘without a face’ would objectify him and make it easier for Alice to cut loose.

  The plan was certainly working. Maurice had trained her right and the middle aged woman’s dirty talk was the envy of a phone sex operator. Maybe he would suggest that as a new profession for her? She certainly took to the cuckold fantasy like a duck to water. It was something to think abou
t later.

  *******

  "So, Carol, do you like your present?" Crystal asked.

  "It's the best present I've ever gotten..." she moaned, smiling widely as she did.

  Crystal steadied the camera in her shaking hands as she maneuvered around the groping black hands that filled the room. Carol had become a tiny creamy center of a big black cookie as she had every orifice filled by the black men whom the blonde stripper had summoned.

  In many respects Crystal had hoped the housewife would have put up more of a struggle, requiring the black men to work their domineering magic for which they had been specifically recruited. In fact one of the men, Alfonso – a dark skinned Dominican who blended well with the all black crowd – even commented how he was expecting a less seasoned white woman to gang bang. Crystal convinced him to stay and encouraged Alfonso to ride Carol as hard as he could.

  Now that she was filming it she was happy that Carol had come so willingly and shown herself to be a complete slut. This video was intended for an audience of one, and Crystal was now convinced that watching the middle-aged woman act like the wanton whore she was would be more damaging than had she been forced. It also meant there was no chance of the police getting involved.

  The blonde girl checked the camera – it had reach the half way mark on its recording capacity and Crystal got worried that there wouldn’t be enough space left for the second half of the show. Her concerns were belayed however when her phone vibrated, indicating a text message had come in.

  Turning off the camera, Crystal picked up her cell and texted back, KEWL. C U AT DOOR.

  *******

  The four young women climbed out of the car and walked down the driveway past the long line of vehicles. Sarah pointed at the red Audi, “That’s my friend Crystal’s car, so that means she’s definitely here. We’re cool.”

  Sarah pulled out her phone and sent a text message to Crystal. HERE NOW.

  The message came back quickly, KEWL. C U AT DOOR.

  “Hurry up, Tiff!” Jenny called back. The tall blonde girl stood there by the car, unwilling to step forward.

  “I don’t know if I want to go in,” she whined.

  “Sarah’s friends are here; we’re fine!”

  Tiffany just wanted to go home, her stomach flipping around as she remembered the last time she saw Derrick. She was convinced Sarah Kinsley had set her up again and who knows what she was intending for Angela and Jenny. If it wasn’t for the alcohol she had consumed already, Tiffany would have called her mom already and asked her to pick her up. As it was, however, she didn’t feel like getting in trouble.

  Jenny grabbed her by the arm and tugged on her, “Come on! You can introduce me to people.”

  After the four of them checked in with the doorman, they were quickly greeted at the door by Crystal who was wearing a sheer white dress that shimmered and complimented her tan skin. The gorgeous blonde was friendly to them all but was particularly nice to Jenny, taking her away from Tiffany’s tight grip and walking her to the kitchen. “What’s your poison, Jenny?”

  “I’m a beer girl,” she proudly announced. Back at the sorority house she couldn’t really keep up with her sisters, but there was no need to tell anyone here that. Let them think I’m a college seasoned drinker.

  As Crystal took their order and grabbed drinks for everyone, they walked back to a large living room where music was playing and a large group of people were dancing. Across the room a familiar man strode through the crowd and walked straight up to Tiffany.

  “Hey, Tiff, how ya doin’?”

  “H-h-hi, Lamar,” she stammered. She couldn’t bring herself to look at his face at all and found herself staring downward towards his legs. Her eyes caught a quick glance of his crotch and she had sudden flashes of memory from the night he ravaged her body.

  “So, who’s your friend here?” Jenny asked, surprised at the surroundings given that she hadn’t seen more than two white guys in the whole house. She was even more surprised that this tall black man knew Tiffany.

  “This is Lamar. Lamar this is Jenny.” She stiffly gestured to each of them and kept her head down.

  “Nice to meet you, Lamar. How do you know Tiffany?”

  “You don’t know?” he looked at the brunette teen and started to chuckle. Draping his arm around the blonde girl he smiled and answered, “Tiffany and I studied together one night. Ain’t that right, baby?”

  Tiffany was frozen and didn’t say anything. She looked confused and embarrassed, and maybe a little frightened. The tall dark man continued, “Yeah, she was in a study group of ours, Jenny. In fact, your girl Tiffany here was the most dedicated student we’d ever seen.”

  “Wow, that’s cool,” Jenny replied, opening up a beer bottle that Crystal had just handed her.

  “Hey, Tiff, I was just sayin’ to my homeboy Dom that we been missin’ your help. He’s right over here. Come with me.”

  “But I-” Tiffany was saying something but Lamar seemed to force her along into the crowd and away from her friends. Tiffany looked back at Jenny with her mouth agape before she vanished in the swaying bodies.

  Jenny turned to Sarah, “Hey, is Tiffany cool with that dude?”

  Sarah smiled and patted her on the shoulder, “Oh yeah. They totally hooked up a couple months ago. She is totally into him.”

  “With him?!” the brunette responded in shock.

  Sarah nodded and Jenny raised her eyebrows as if to say, “Who would have known?” Angela was grabbing a shot off a tray that one of the only white men they had seen was carrying. He wasn’t attractive and looked like he was in his fifties; still he seemed fine wearing a T-Shirt with some strange symbols on it that Jenny couldn’t quite make out because of the lighting in the room.

  “Hey, let’s go dance,” Crystal suggested, and the young women worked their way into room, feeling the sticky hotness of sweaty bodies brushing against them as they did. Little did Jenny and Sarah know that their own mothers were in the rooms above the dance floor doing their own moves.

  *******

  Dawn was still a few hours away but Crystal couldn’t imagine sleeping. Her confidence was not showing as she sat impatiently waiting on the sofa for Brian to come out of the bathroom. There was much from the night that she missed, first and foremost was getting her own share of pleasure. But she wouldn’t have changed it for the world. Crystal gripped her purse tightly, hoping that she would be able to get out of the mansion before the women she had filmed changed their minds and asked for the recordings to be deleted.

  Her boyfriend finally walked toward her from around the corner, looking ragged and beaten. There was a cum stain on his wrinkled pants where he had obviously beaten off and had his boy juice soak through the fabric.

  “Hurry up, Brian,” Crystal nagged.

  “I’m coming, I just had to take care of things before we left,” the nineteen year old man-boy defended.

  “If we don’t get out of here now you might get spotted and that would be very embarrassing for everybody, don’t you agree?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Do you have your mask?”

  Brian held up the feathered Mardi Gras mask and gave an embarrassed grimace, “Yeah, it’s right here.”

  Part X

  Ending in Ecstasy

  Ben’s End

  The leather straps held the big man firmly in place on the oversized chair. Try as he may, Ben could not get the tiniest bit of movement out of his legs or arms or hips or even his head. This girl had tied him up so perfectly that there was no working his way out of his predicament at all. He only hoped she would let him go instead of robbing him blind and leaving him for the cleaning ladies to find. He was naked with his legs spread wide open with the girl manipulating the strange sex toy up and down along his shaft. It felt damn good, sucking and vibrating at the same time. It had made him cum already once and his dick was surprisingly still hard. His chest was hurting a little bit but that could have been all the excitement of this newest
conquest.

  Conquest, heh? he considered. I'm more like her conquest from the looks of things. Ben had met some hot girls in the past but this one was the kinkiest by far. He tried to speak but the gag in his mouth prevented that too. The married man was at this stranger's disposal - thankfully she had been rather accommodating so far.

  "You like this toy, don't you?" the black haired girl asked.

  Ben nodded as best he could.