Sara had never had a black man before and her body ached with curiosity as to whether she had been missing anything. Black men had always been a fascination to her, but the opportunity had never presented itself – until now. If there was a chance that she was missing out on something so wonderful that it would blow her mind, then she had to find out for herself instead of always wondering. Hunter’s erection merged in the dimly lit elevator and a sliver of light shone on its magnificence as it swayed slowly in front of Sara’s lips. It reminded her of an elephant’s trunk. The sheer girth of it was magnificent. A rush of adrenaline shot through her body and she felt as if she was already having an orgasm. Her lips parted and Hunter slowly thrust forward and there seemed to be no end in sight to the depths of her mouth and throat. He had completely disappeared between her lips and she gagged as if struggling for breath but then found her wind again. There was something soothing about sucking a man’s dick that Sara thoroughly enjoyed.
She didn’t do it to please him.
She did it to please herself.
The heat of a man’s erection throbbing uncontrollably in her mouth and sliding effortlessly down her throat made her feel powerful. She enjoyed knowing that while a man was in her mouth he was powerless, and he would do and say basically anything to continue experiencing a mind bending blowjob. The thickness of Hunter’s dick slipped in and out her swollen lips and the sensation of having it rub against her bottom lip stimulated her even more.
His intense excitement led him to grab two fistfuls of her red hair and force it deeper down her throat. She hungrily took it. Hunter had never heard of anyone choking while giving a deep throated blowjob. It was something he enjoyed having done to him to get maximum pleasure.
Hunter and Sara had seemingly forgotten where they were and were oblivious to everything but their pleasure. If the elevator door opened and she was suddenly on stage performing—there was no way she was stopping. She would take her bow and cheers for the encore that would surely be requested and granted by her. It would be a story she would have to tell her girlfriends and maybe even put in her memoirs if she ever became a famous Broadway star.
Hunter reached down and wrapped his hands around Sara’s upper arms in an attempt to get her to stand up, but she was resistant. She wanted to continue sucking on his black thick elephant trunk. Normally, Hunter didn’t mind having a hot mouth suck him like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, but something told him that this would be a one time thing. He wanted to make sure he made use of every available sweet tight hole she was offering him to fill. Beautiful women like Sara just don’t fuck guys in elevators without their being in such a state of extreme horniness, that with every step they took, their engorged clit rubbing against their clothes felt as if someone was licking their clit with a long snake tongue. Finally, she released his swollen dick from her pink lips, and she licked the sweat off his chest as she stood up to face him.
“I am going to fuck you now,” he growled at her in a husky voice that gave away his arousal. He had already forgotten her name but could easily pick her pussy out from a lineup if he had to. Funny how men can easily remember the dimensions and texture of a woman’s pussy, but remembering a name takes too much brain power.
“You need to fuck me. I need you to fuck me until this tight pussy aches and stretches around your dick like you own it. Can you do that?” Her voice quivered as she spoke those words.
He nodded his head weakly as she caressed and massaged his engorged erection almost to the point of him coming then she would stop. It was like hitting the brakes on a car going a hundred miles an hour and suddenly stopping. The pain building in his balls and dick was excruciating, but it turned him on even more. The feel of his thickness in her hands aroused her, and she eagerly anticipated having him fill her tight box. Her entire body ached as if she had been exercising and lifting weights for hours. It was the kind of deep aching hunger that had to be fed immediately or bad things could happen to the man who left her unsatisfied. When a woman wants to be fucked this badly; nothing less than being fucked with abandonment will suffice. Conversation is inappropriate unless it’s the language of passion being moaned…screamed. Orgasms coming together like a jazz band hitting their high notes, one after the other, until all the lines of pleasure and pain are blurred and all that’s left is the sweetness of passion’s release.
Sweat dripped down Hunter’s bald head and face as he pulled her into his embrace. The heat emanating from her body felt like someone had lit a match to his flesh and he was ignited. Her erect nipples poked him in his chest and he lowered his head to suck on them. They were a nice full size; not too big or too small—just enough to leave your lips satisfied. He wanted the taste of her flesh in his mouth. The sweet heat of her nipples between his lips made him crave even more to be inside of her pink sweetness.
Watching them together; black and white, night and day, Patrick enjoyed the beauty of their skin merging into each other like a mixture of paint blending together to create a beautiful picture. They reminded him of a cup of strong hot black coffee and cream poured into the black steaming liquid to slowly change it into warm creamy brown—not as potent but almost as good. Watching Sara give Hunter head made the imagery even stronger as his dark thickness disappeared between her pink lips. A shudder of arousal ran through Patrick’s body and his manhood began to rise again.
Hunter couldn’t wait any longer, and Sara felt this slow ticking explosion inside of her pussy that would detonate without her permission. She wanted to be filled with dick meat when her orgasm exploded. She reluctantly pulled herself from Hunter’s embrace and walked over to the hand rail next to the elevator doors. Hunter’s eyes drank in her naked body and his erection slowly swung in her direction. Sara grabbed on to the hand rail, bent over and turned to face Hunter.
“Can you handle all this pussy?” Her right hand slipped off the rail to smack her ass then spread it open to give Hunter a better view of what was waiting for him. “Can you fuck me so hard that I cry for more?”
Hunter followed his throbbing erection and stood directly behind Sara and admired the plumpness of her ass. He caressed its smoothness lovingly as if it was the first white ass he had ever seen, although he had already been dick deep in quite a few. Most white women didn’t have that much of an ass to warrant a second look, but Sara definitely had a little black in her, and in a few seconds she would be filled with ten inches of black meat.
The lights in the elevator flickered for a moment and bathed their naked bodies in its bright light. As quickly as it came, it got dark again. Patrick’s mouth dropped wide open when he had a clear view of Sara’s white cheeks spread open in anticipation of Hunter filling her tight pussy. It was an image that he would replay over and over in his mind.
The full weight of his erection slid up and down between the smooth cracks of her ass. She wanted him inside of her and tried to wriggle her hips so his thick shaft could slide into her. His hands tightened around her waist. His fingers dug deep into her skin. A soft cry of pain, but not of resistance, escaped her lips. She would feel the pain for days to come every time she ran, but right now, none of that mattered. He pushed his way inside of her without any finesse or regard for probing foreplay. She didn’t want foreplay. She wanted rough, mindless sex fucking. He groaned as his erection was engulfed by the tightness of her moist pink lips.
Shit, was all his brain was able to mutter. There weren’t too many thoughts occupying his mind except to get the pussy.
A shot of fear raced through Sara’s mind as she thought that she would be unable to accommodate his thickness. Her fears were soon laid to rest. Hunter knew what to do. He eased out halfway from her quivering lips, used both hands to spread her ass open so that a tiny shadow of darkness from inside of her stared back at him where he quickly filled with his own darkness. Darkness engulfed inside of darkness; the symmetry was beautiful. Her body shuddered as he repeatedly slammed deep inside of her. Her head slammed against the elevator and all her t
houghts became scrambled like rice being shaken in a bag.
Every stroke from Hunter became more intense as if he was trying to bore a hole beyond the depths of her pussy. Sweat poured down his black skin and dripped down her back to merge into the juices that were flowing from her pussy. After a succession of about ten pummeling strokes, he would ease his manhood all the way out of her throbbing lips and would massage her clitoris with his fingertips while slowly feeding her the head of his shaft. It drove her crazy; so crazy that she had a fleeting thought of letting him analize her, but she had just met him and something like that was for someone special. Sara almost laughed out loud at her sudden sense of decorum. She was buck naked with the dick of stranger pummeling her pussy, and she was worried about saving the rest of herself for someone special. She would let him have anything he wanted.
They heard voices coming up through the elevator shaft asking if they were okay. Someone shouted to them that they would be out in a few minutes. They didn’t answer and continued to be lost in their own world of sexual pleasure.
Hunter pulled Sara away from the hand rails into the middle of the elevator and held her right above her elbows. She was suspended in mid-air and if his grip came loose, she would crash to the cold metal floor. The potential danger excited her, and with every pounding of his shaft deep into her moist abyss, it made her hunger even more obvious. Hunter was giving her a first class dick down and she took it like a Playboy champ. He was surprised but impressed at how much dick she could take without begging him to stop. He prided himself in having women beg him to stop because they were unable to take all he had to offer. She got off on it, and the way her ass perked up in the air let him know that she wanted more of the same.
Patrick was exhausted watching this sexual marathon, and if he masturbated one more time; he might find himself in a masturbatory coma. He sat back and enjoyed the show. There was no way the other doormen would believe this. It was a good thing that he would have the tape to prove it.
“Turn around,” Hunter ordered Sara. He wanted to see the passion in her eyes when she came. Her muscles were contracting faster around his shaft so he knew that she was close to an explosion. Her response surprised him.
“Make me turn around,” she answered without even looking at him. He knew what she wanted to him do as her ass gyrated hard against his firm dick. She hoped that she would be able to withstand that depth of penetration.
Hunter stood up a little bit straighter and the natural curve of his erection rested against Sara’s tight anal hole. He smiled in anticipation of filling her anal cavity and started to gently massage the head of his shaft against it. She relaxed when she felt him beginning to stretch her open. He was gentle and that allowed her to relax even more, but he was huge. It was like trying to thread a tree trunk into the eye of a needle. Inch by inch, he slowly eased into her tightness until his manhood had completely disappeared inside of her. They both felt as if they had taken part in performing the greatest magic trick ever.
“Awwwwww damn…damn…damn…” Sara groaned deeply when she felt Hunter touch down inside of her like an airplane touching down safely. He had nowhere else to go and could still push in about two more inches. Hunter tried to relax, he even took some deep breathes; but there was no stopping it. He was about to blow like a geyser out of control. Sara was right there with him as tremors ran up and down her legs and it felt like thousands of tiny orgasms exploding simultaneously inside of her vagina. A surge of hot cum flooded her anal cavity as Hunter released his passion inside of her. His entire body was jerking as if he was having a seizure, but it was only the aftershocks of numerous tiny orgasms.
Even after he came, Hunter’s erection was still hard and he continued to slide in and out of Sara’s extremely lubricated anal cavity. She urged him to go deeper, to feed her those two extra inches. An extra two inches sometimes can make all the difference in the world. Every nerve in her body screamed. She felt as if she was floating on air and didn’t even realize that Hunter had released her arms and was only holding on to her hair.
From Patrick’s vantage point, Hunter looked like a rider on one of those electronic bulls as he and Sara swung back and forth.
Everything seemed to go black at the same time. Sara felt as if she was careening down a ski slope with no way to stop, and in mid-flight; her orgasm rippled throughout her entire body. Her screams of passion could be heard on every floor as months of pent-up sexual frustrations reverberated through every floor. It sounded as if a cat was being slaughtered. Children who heard her screams were instantly scared, but adults looked at each other knowingly as if wishing they were the ones who were having their kitty cats slaughtered. A woman who screams like that is a woman who has had every cavity filled to maximum capacity.
Sara collapsed in a heap on the cold floor, but her body was so enflamed that she might as well have been laying on a bed of coals. Hunter held on to the railing as if he might pass out from sheer exhaustion. They were both quiet, lost in their own thoughts about what had just happened.
“I can’t believe what we just did. I don’t know what came over me,” Sara said almost apologetically.
“We did what our bodies wanted to do. We fed each other and it was beautiful.”
The sounds of cables grinding alerted them that the problem had been fixed. The lights flickered back on and stayed on this time. Under the glaring light of the elevator; they were clearly able to see other each other naked for the first time. They both drank in each other’s bodies and were happy with what they saw. Sara’s eyes cast downwards between Hunter’s legs and she was shocked that she was able to accommodate the size of his manhood inside of her. Hunter smiled as he read her thoughts.
“You shocked the shit out of me too,” Hunter confessed, and they both laughed.
The elevator jerked and started to go back down to the lobby. They quickly got dressed and waited for the elevator to open. As the doors slid open, Hunter gazed at Sara and saw her nipples protruding through her t-shirt. His dick stiffened and he suddenly realized that she had forgotten her bra. It was dangling from the hand rails behind them. Sara realized it and looked around in a panic just as the doors slid open. Hunter stretched his right hand backwards to reach it and stuffed it into his pocket.
The lobby was filled with residents waiting for the elevator to be fixed. The men and women who had heard Sara’s piercing scream gave her a knowing look of admiration. She had done what many of them wished they had the courage to do, and her body was still feeling the afterglows of her passionate encounter.
“Are you guys okay?”
They both turned in the direction of the voice. It was Patrick. The smirk on his face confirmed what they both already knew. They played along with his little charade.
“It was good to have Hunter there to keep me company. He was a perfect gentleman and a night in shining armor.”
“Yes, a knight in shining black armor.”
They laughed at that joke, but Patrick wasn’t amused and walked away.
“I think this is yours,” Hunter reached into his pocket and discreetly handed her back her bra.
They stepped back into the elevator and pressed their respective floors, six and nine. This time they would make it to their apartments without any further incident.
9/18/08…10:39pm
Cinnamon Strawberry
It had only been three days since Lennox tasted his favorite flavor Cinnamon Strawberry, but it might as well have been a year. He felt as if he was going through withdrawals; although he didn’t know what that felt like, he imagined that it had to be something like this. It was an awful feeling of constant neediness that supplanted everything else in his life. He ached to taste her on his lips again. Before this day was through, he would be face and tongue deep in the sweetest flavor in the world, Cinnamon Strawberry, made fresh daily from the sweet throbbing lips of his woman.
Destiny knew that she missed him tasting her Cinnamon Strawberry because every time her mind w
andered to him, all she could think of was his tongue snaking in and out of her plump lips. The thought so aroused her that her plump lips strained the corners of her pink panties and threatened to spill out. She didn’t envision his body or the thickness of his manhood. To her, his tongue had become this living entity that licked her entire body as she lay naked in bed at nights trying to touch herself in places that only his tongue could reach to make her body quiver and moan with orgasmic joy. The sounds of her moans would merge with the night air and disappear out of her open window into the sky.
He was the first man she had dated who took intense pleasure in licking the wet space between her legs. He used his tongue in the same fashion as Van Gogh used his paint brush to uncover something beautiful. It seemed to her that others before him did it only to have her wrap the fullness of her pink lips around their manhood. They didn’t relish being down between her legs and couldn’t wait to escape and lay on their backs so she could pleasure them. Pleasure is derived by giving and receiving. Most men didn’t seem to know that, but Lennox was different. He didn’t do it because she asked him to or because he couldn’t satisfy her sexually.
Knowing that Lennox enjoyed the taste and scent of her Cinnamon Strawberry pussy made her want to please him even more. Destiny would make sure that everything was extra fresh and met his tongue tasting requirements. He enjoyed licking her until she was no longer able to produce anymore of her Cinnamon Strawberry juices. His tongue would continue to slide inside of her thick lips in a quest for that last Cinnamon Strawberry nectar drop to quench his thirst. Just thinking about him licking her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day made her clit throb, and the slow trickles of moisture began to wet the insides of her tender lips. He would be here in an hour. She ran a bath and added drops of fragrances in it that would fill his nostrils with an aroma that would make him even thirstier for her and lick her wet rose flower.
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